Location: Los Angeles, CA Miley's POV-
"You still have feelings for him, don't you!" Justin cried out.
His voice rang loud in my pounding ears as I buried my face in my hands. The hot tears streamed down my face, and I kept silent. I couldn't even bare looking at him.
"Don't you?" he repeated.
His voice was getting louder now, but I refused to respond.
"Miley!" He finally screamed so loud that I jumped.
I lifted my head slowly to face him, feeling the anger building up inside of me.
"What do you want me to say, Justin?" I yelled. "Do you want me to say that I wanted to see him yesterday? That I asked him to approach me about writing a song together? Because I didn't do any of that!"
Tears continued to fall from my eyes, unwillingly, and I saw Justin take a few steps towards me.
"No," he said in a firm whisper. "I want you to tell me the truth."
I crossed my arms defensively and looked away, breaking our eye contact.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I scoffed.
"Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about, Miley. You know exactly what the truth is, so just say it!" He shouted.
"No!" I refused. "There's nothing to say."
"Oh, come on!" He yelled back angrily. "You're questioning your feelings for me and you know it!"
He was visibly frustrated at this point, but I wasn't going to give in. He noticed this and let out a heavy sigh, making his way toward the door.
"Fine," He said, defeated.
His voice was fading. I looked in his direction and realized he was about to walk out.
"Wait," I whispered.
He stopped, then turned to face me, but said nothing. His eyes were full of sadness and I knew I'd hurt him.
"I'm really sorry," I managed.
Our eyes made contact once again and that's when my tears became heavier.
"I'm really, really sorry." I cried. "I never meant to hurt you, Justin."
He studied me for a moment, then opened the door, looking back at me one last time.
"But you did anyway."
And with that he left. His final words echoed in my mind as I tried to make sense of it all.
"Justin!" I shouted, following him out the door. "Don't go!" I screamed.
I ran toward him, hoping I could catch up, but it was too dark outside. Not that it mattered, because I knew he was gone. I breathed deep, starting to make my way back inside before I saw a shadow. As I got closer, I could make out his face.
"How much of that did you hear?" I asked nervously.
He stood from the steps he was sitting at. "Enough to know that we need to talk."
"There's nothing to talk about, Nick," I said as I tried to push passed him, but he stopped me.
"That might work on Justin, but it's never worked with me," he said firmly.
I attempted to free myself of his grip, but it proved useless.
"Is that why you let me walk away the last time?" I said bitterly. "Is that why you never fought for me after we broke up?"
He was holding my arms so I couldn't move much but I managed to weakly pound on his chest.
"Let me go! Just like you did the last time, Nick!" I cried. "Just like Justin did tonight! Just LET ME GO!" I screamed. I was crying uncontrollably now, barely able to manage my emotions, but Nick was calm.
"No," he told me, simply. "I'm not leaving you."
I kept my head down, but my arms were still moving.
"I don't believe you," I said to him angrily.
He let out a small laugh. "You believing me won't change the truth," he said. "I'm not leaving you," he repeated. "Not this time."
He wrapped his arms around me, embracing me in a hug. I was too weak to hug back, but I laid my head on his chest, allowing the tears to fall from my eyes.
"I don't believe you," I reminded him in a soft whisper.
He whiped a tear from my cheek and pulled me in once again.
"I know," he assured me. "But I'll still be here when you do."