Repair Me (27 page)

             
When he stepped to the driver side, I pulled my seat belt across me and I noticed Davien coming from the exit door at CJ's. He spot me in Justin's car and his hands covered his mouth. I shook my head and he dropped to the ground. He slowly sat as his back scraped at the brick covered building. His knees were pulled high with his hands resting on top. His face fell to his hands.

             
I sobbed the entire time to the house. When he pulled to the parking lot of the townhouse I shared with the guys, my eyes widened with the new fact. “I can't go in there, Justin.” He shrugged his shoulders.“No!”

             
“You have to. You guys will be fine by tomorrow. Sleep it off and talk about it in the morning.”

             
“Justin, he's having a baby with some slut who he's probably still sleeping with.” I screamed out at the obvious truth.

             
“He's not sleeping with her anymore.” He yelled back in defense. It was confirmed by many people now. The thought of knowing that Davien had slept with that same slutty woman, sickened me. “She was a fling... a damn fling. Last fling he ever had. She  used him for his fame then fucked every guy in town.” His voice was panicky and loud.

             
“Did you?”

             
“Did I what?” his voice was different than normal, the only time I had ever heard him like this was the day he found Anthony in the apartment.

             
“Did you have sex with her?”

             
“NO!” He shout. “I never did. I've never slept with any of my guys flings.”

             
I looked at the townhouse again and shook my head “Do you think it's his?” I fought against the words. “D-d-d you think the baby is his?”

             
“No one knows for another few weeks.” He tried to comfort me as his voice calmed.

             
“You know I can't stay here.”

             
“Where am I supposed to take you then? You have to.” Justin tried to calm me enough to sleep this off and deal with it in the morning. “Go sleep on the couch.  Shit, make Davien sleep on the couch.”

             
“Take me home with you.” I mumbled quietly. he looked at me in shock and shook his head as he disagreed with my answer. “I'm not staying here. It's either your place or Anthony's. You make the decision.”

             
“Damn it, Avery!” There went my name. His hand flew through his buzz cut .“One night, okay, one fucking night. Then I'm taking you home and I'll stay with you until you guys talk in the morning.”

             
“Thank You.” I whispered as he changed gears, looking in his mirror, he reversed his car to the lot in full force. I hated doing this, I hated putting him in the middle, but he was all I had at the moment. He was my security for the evening. “Justin, whatever you do... don't let me leave. Make sure I give Davien a chance. Once I leave, I'm not coming back!”

             
“What do I need to do? I won't let you leave completely.” He whispered, his eyes falling from the street to meet mine.

             
“What ever it takes.” I whispered back. He gently nodded with agreement.

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              Going to Justin's house, that he shared with Vince, seemed odd, but I wasn't going home. And as I stated, my only other option was Anthony's and I had no desire to live that life again. Just as everything was perfect, my whole life changed over a few hours time. “I'll grab you some blankets.” I sat on the couch in the living room of Justin's home. Their house was much larger than the one I had been sharing with Davien and Scott. Yet you could tell a couple of bachelors lived there. A game system was connected to the TV and surround sound speakers were placed in every corner of the room. As I caught view of the kitchen, I noticed the empty beer bottles that Vince and Justin had collected along the counter.

             
Justin re-entered the room with a pile of assorted blankets, placing them on the couch next to me. “I wasn't sure what you wanted.”

             
“Thanks,” his face was blank “I'm sorry, Justin.”

             
“It's okay, Baby girl.” He sat next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against his chest. “We're going over there tomorrow morning.. first thing.”

             
“Can I use the bathroom?” He directed me to the second door down the hall. I walked the hallway and noticed the first door led to a bedroom in which I assumed was either Vince's or Justin's obviously. Opening the bathroom door, I flipped the light switch and examined the room. Opposite Davien's apartment, everything was plain and simple.  A small metal towel bar hung over the toilet with a thin white towel flipped around it. The room was clean but nothing extra ordinary. Two toothbrushes lined at the sink with a plain bar of soap sitting in a ceramic dish.

             
Returning to the living room, I found the couches empty. I sat to my spot and covered my limp body with the blanket from the top of the pile. I watched over the room as I debated on turning the TV on or possibly just pulling the light string down to blacken my nightmare away.

             
“I brought you some clothes.” Justin stepped from the bedroom that I had just passed. He was wearing a pair of black sweatpants that hung low to his solid body. He wasn't built like an overly muscular body builder, but his look was tight and firm. His bare chest and arms were solid with strength. Coming closer to me, he dropped a pair of similar sweats to my lap and a plain white t-shirt was folded on top.

             
“Thanks, Justin” I smiled politely.

             
“You want company?” His eyes smiled as he looked at me.

             
“I think I'll just change and call it one.” Ignoring my answer, he dropped to my side and pulled me against him. “Thanks, Justin, you're awesome.”

             
“Anytime, Baby girl. It's killin' me to see you hurting.” He kissed my forehead “You're a wonderful girlfriend to that man.” His voice changed as his eyes dropped to his lap. “But you know if that's his baby, he needs to take responsibility of it.” I nodded my head, but stayed quiet. It was one thing that he had a child with Danielle whether or not that wasn't his biological child, but to be in a relationship for weeks or months, then some chick showing up nearly 9 months pregnant was a little different. The girl wasn't even respectful as she laughed in my face. The more I heard about her, the more I hated her.

             
We talked for nearly 3 hours with the TV off and the room quiet. We laughed a little and I cried a lot, but he was my comfort and he was doing an awesome job at it. He knew he was my only option other than Anthony. And Anthony had no problem taking me in. Ever! At one point I told him. “Tomorrow morning I'm taking the money and finding a cheap hotel room.”

             
“No you're not. You'll leave him, Baby girl. Once you leave you won't go back. And you told me tomake sure you gave him a chance. Please! He deserves it. You're not leaving though. I won't let you.” He begged and pleaded. I wasn't blackmailing him, I was honest and he was too. After grabbing me a glass of ice water, he excused his self to the bedroom. He tucked the covers around my lifeless body and left me with a kiss to the very top of my head. “Good night, Baby girl.”

             
“Night, Justin.” He pulled the string above the coffee table and walked towards his room. The living room was quiet with Vince still at CJ's. I wondered if he was with Davien and wondered what they were talking about. Did Davien call the girl back to the bar? Were they slow dancing on the same dance floor that I had shared with him? With her belly popped between the two of them. Was he rubbing her belly with excitement?

             
Did he bring her home with him? Was she there now? The image of the woman repeatedly played before my eyes. More than anything, the moment when she turned her body in full view and my eyes met the swollen belly. The laughter in her eyes when she looked at me. It still caused me to gag at the thought.

             
I knew it was the correct thing to do for Davien to stand up for his mistakes but with a woman like that, I wasn't sure if I could handle the drama. I was 22 years old and a whole life ahead of me. I didn't know the handsome man that I met a couple of months ago had a package he was carrying around with him. I wasn't ready to be a 'step-mom' or maybe just the girlfriend of the Dad. Or maybe the slutty ex would call me 'her baby daddies girlfriend' or maybe I was his ex and she was back in the picture? Was she really ever in the picture? Did he tell her the same things he told me? Was I just the next girl in line? I knew he was a man whore previously, but was he still playing that same game and I was the new girl that modeled his game piece? The one he would drag across the game board without passing 'Go' and not collecting the money.

             
I was the next one. Or maybe the previous one. I thought I was special, I had felt it all along and I thought he was special too, but a past like his could return and change things without warning. Shaking my head, I thought about the night when he laughed at Vince, telling everyone that his bed was strictly for Avery and him. Did the slutty ex take over my pillow? Had she pushed my clothes to the side? Maybe he was hanging his clothes at her house. Or possibly worse, was his clothes on her bedroom floor right now. Was he singing to her those same love songs. Did he sing to her in the past? I felt like that was our special thing, but with a voice like his, I was sure he had seduced many women in that same exact way.

             
My head was pounding with all of my questions. My eyes were on fire as I fought my tears. With a wet face, I pushed my blanket to the side and pulled myself to my heavy feet. Walking the hallway, I opened the first door. Sleeping in a high set bed, rest Justin on his back in deep sleep. His arms were locked behind his head, his elbows sticking out and his closed eyes pointed towards the fan covered ceiling. His chest was still bare and was slowly raising from the soft breathing as he slept.

             
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I quietly lowered myself to sit next to him. Sitting as I watched him in peace, I pulled my arm across his toned abs and rest my head to his chest. As his breathing pattern changed, his hands reached to my wrapped arm. “What's wrong, Baby girl?” He whispered with a sleep induced raspy voice. I didn't answer him, I just rest my head on him for relief. Pulling his black sheet to the side, he pulled at my shoulder. “C'mon, lay down.”

             
I lowered myself against him. His body felt oddly similar to mine as we wore matching clothes. Only his chest was bare, as I was covered with his thin white shirt. I slowly spoke the quiet words. “I'm scared, Justin.”

             
His answer took long minutes as he pulled me closer. “I'm scared for you.” I wanted comfort and Justin was the one I wanted to hold me all night. I couldn't go home to Davien. Justin had pleaded with me to at least take over the couch at the apartment, but I couldn't allow myself to even see Davien. With my head resting on his solid chest, I could hear the beat of his heart growing. His hand dropped to my face where his thumb brushed my over flowing tears. “He didn't mean for this to happen though. It was supposed to stay in the past. She meant
nothing
to him. You are all he has ever cared about. Every other girl was just a one night event. A night that he wouldn't even remember in the morning. It was pure sex. Only. You are more, you are his first love.”

             
My mind fought at his words, trying to balance out my feelings. Yes, maybe Justin was right, maybe I was his first love... but the thought that Davien had spent many intimate moments with countless other women, sickened me. I didn't want to see the picture in my head with him pleasing another woman, rocking his body against her hips. How many women? Was it weekly, monthly, Daily? It sickened me. I had waited 21 years to save my virginity. I lost it to a worthless ass wipe, but I hadn't shared my body with extremely countless women. I wondered if he had ever 'made love to another woman'... of course he had. But that wasn't the fact, he had used the same body that I had adored. The same body that hundreds of other women drooled over every time he was on stage. It wasn't just on stage though. Everywhere we went, the girls broke their necks to get one last glance at him as we strolled by. Truth was, how many of those same hundreds of women, had he shared a bed with? Whether it was one night or many nights, it was still an angry thought.

             
I couldn't take him away from a child he had brought to this world, it wasn't may place to make the decision. And I would never expect or want him to run. But I didn't have to be part of it in the mean time. When the tests come out, I will make the final decision. Until then I couldn't face him. Or had he already made that decision for me. Did he want to raise a family together? Maybe that was the right thing, but with a slutty woman like her, I would never respect him ever again. I couldn't even hold onto a friendship with a man like him. He would be making the final decision with me. With my head over Justin's slowly rising chest, he comforted me enough to fall asleep. My arms never left his waist as I pulled the cover high over my head as I fought to see my reality.