Codeine || Interracial JB

Chapter 24 \\ Troubled

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"What are you hiding?"
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"Goddamn," I hissed, holding on tightly to the edge of the bathroom counter.

"Quit whining," Helena rolled her eyes as she dabbed the alcohol enriched cotton ball on my cut. I didn't realise how deep it was until she started cleaning it out. "Who the hell did this to you?"

I scoffed because not only did it hurt like a bitch, but also what kind of question. "What makes you think I know that?"

"Please, Justin. You're not innocent and I'm not oblivious to the shit you all get into in your spare time. Might I add, y'all are ridiculous and up to no good."

"Like hell I'm going to tell you. It's none of your goddamn business," I groaned, the pain increasing with each touch.

"Am I not fucking helping you right now, you ungrateful piece of shit," she pushed my shoulder hard, making me hit the mirror. "Fucking tell me."

"I can't."

"What do you mean, I can't?" her eyebrows furrowed. "What kind of bullshit did you get sucked into?" she searched my eyes before reaching over my lap to grab the thread and needle she was going to use to sew me up. "Justin, please don't tell me you're in trouble."

"I-I'm not," I rolled my eyes. "Nothing for you to be worrying about."

"Cut the shit," she shot at me. "If Xavier is any way, shape, or form involved with this then I'm gonna fucking hurt you worse than this. Tell me right now!"

"Victoria," I said before wincing as she started to weave the thread through my skin, closing the gap.

"What about her?"

"I'm sure you could take a wild guess," I groaned, wanting to punch the wall.

"Wesley?" I didn't say anything. "He did this to you?" It pained me more to nod my head than her sewing me up. "I thought you guys were over it all? What the fuck, Justin! How did it get to this?"

"Coincidentally we were in the same bar. I had some drinks and the fucker kept staring at me, so I confronted him. As always, he brought up Victoria. I finished my bottle of Corona and told him to meet me outside...he did. I beat the shit out of him, but then he pulled a knife out on me."

"Justin," she looked at me with sadness. "I know you will always fight for her, but-"

I widened my eyes, "But nothing, Helena. He deserved every single goddamn hit for all the shit talking and bullshit he put her-shit-both of us through. It's like he's obsessed and just can't let her fucking go." Helena's lips fell in a line. "Yeah, so don't try to make me sound like I'm childish. He wants to talk shit then he's gonna get fucking hit."

"I just wish you would've walked away. Your anger really turns you into a monster," she whispered the last part, tying off the end of the thread and cutting the excess off.

"A monster," I chuckled. "You've never actually seen me mad."

"Yes I most definitely have. Even if I hadn't, I've heard plenty of stories to know that you become a completely different person," she walked to the trash can next to the toilet to throw away all of the bloody covered materials. "Am I wrong?"