I'm glad I brought a bag with my stuff. I doubt I would be getting back in my house anytime soon. Mary had four more days with Justin then he has to leave. I don't want to look at him, because I know he would want me back, and I know I would just take him instantly. But what if he didn't want me, then I would try to convince him to take me back. I realized I was walking down the street for quite some time and I found myself at the bus station I needed. I waited for the bus and went to the mall. I went to the jewelry store and bought a ring and a chain for eighty-five dollars. The ring was a diamond ring, small round cut diamond. I put the necklace around my neck and left.

I knocked on the door of Justin's hotel room. One of the security guards opened it, and Justin was sitting by the window looking at the ground. He didn't look up until I spoke.

"Can I please talk to Justin... alone? For a few minutes... please?" I could tell that my face probably had 'pain' written all over it.

"A'iight." Justin stood up. He looked a little bit uncomfortable, and irritated. He walked out and shut the door behind him. He nodded his head, "What?" he looked at the ground.

Tears rolled down my cheeks and I swallowed the lump in my throat, "H-how... are you?"

"I'm... I'm okay." he looked irritated again. "Why are you here? You left remember?"

"I know I did, but that was because I was scared and I didn't know what to do, and I just wanted to say to your face that I am sincerely sorry. I just-" I sighed and wiped the tears from my face. Justin didn't say anything. I took a deep breath and put my hands on my waist, immediately after my fingers touched my waist they were off and I groaned.

"What? I didn't do anything!" Justin looked startled.

"No it's not you it's.." I pointed to my side then immediately regretted it, "It's nothing." I took a step back. Justin took a step forward.

"What's with your side?" he eyed me suspiciously.

"My side? Nothing." nobody bought my lies.

"Let me see this, 'nothing'." he took a step forward.

I took a step back, "Alright," I lifted the front of my shirt so only my belly showed.

"Nah that's not it." he took another step forward.

"There's nothing." I smiled and took another step back and hit the wall. I screamed as my entire back touched the wall. I fell to my knees to get away from the pain.

"Nothing does not sound like that. Let me see." He lifted the back of my shirt and I could tell he saw, because he gasped and took a step back. "What... happened?"

"I fell." I pulled down my shirt and stood up.

"When someone falls they don't get wounds like that." He pointed to my back.

"Justin,... please, I just came here to apologize, not to get into something else. So I'm going to go now," I turned and he grabbed my arm. He pulled up my shirt.

"These, are abuse wounds..."

"No, I was hunting in the woods, and I fell a few times." I pulled down my shirt and left.

"It was your parents."

I stopped dead in my tracks, "No." I got angry, "No fucking way would my parents do this."

"Your mom?"

"I love my mom, and she's too kind for shit like this."

"Your dad then?"

"...He is NOT my father. And will never be. He's an asshole, and I hate him. To think... my mother married him twenty years ago..." I sarcastically laughed. "To think he be my creator? Fuck no."

"Why did he?"

"He did it because of you, and what you said," I turned towards him, "Don't you understand? He saw it on TV and now the way he and I talk has changed, 'Hey QUEER! Get your ASS in here and make me some fucking dinner!' 'Dad, I can't cook I have things to do, but I think there is some-' 'Did I stutter? You're a queer! Queers know how to cook. Why aren't you in the kitchen? Make me a fucking sandwich if you have to!' 'But Dad, I have things I need to do and-' 'The only thing you ever do is your queer boyfriend! And he's not here! Get in the fucking kitchen and make me some fucking food!' 'No! Get your ass up and do it!' and then that would be my mistake and he would put his cigars out on me," I pulled up my sleeve and showed the cigar burns on my arms. "After that he would... then to make it worse he would ask me if I was sorry, I would say yes, he would say, 'Bullshit!' and he would..." I sighed, "So please don't try to do anything for me. You can't do shit."

"Skylar I-"

"Don't. I have to go." I headed down the stairs, "Oh shit, before I go..." I pulled the necklace up from around my neck and placed it on the last step. "Here, have it."