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Sequoia

I glare at the stupid pregnancy tests in front of me, they were all taunting me, all eight of them. Yes, Jade made me take eight and let me tell you; I don't think I can pee anymore, and that was 2 days ago. Of course all the tests came back negative, but I was still upset for some unknown reason.

Shouldn't I be happy I wasn't pregnant?

I wasn't happy, well a small part of me wasn't. The other half of me was dancing with her tongue out and a pack of prescribed birth control in her hand. The sadden half of me was crying in the corner, holding her flat stomach; god I'm a mess. Why would I want a baby at a young age? I just turned twenty-two months ago, and I can barely take care of myself, how would I take care of another human being?

A groan escapes my lips as I lift myself up and gather the tests from off of the bed, I was going to toss them in the trash. Firstly, I didn't plan on tell justin about my pregnancy scare because I wouldn't know how he would react. Secondly, I didn't know he had the right to know what's going on in my body. I get that he's my boyfriend but does he need to know every little thing?

Nah.

I wasn't planning on telling him, the other day when I came to bring him lunch I almost slipped up. Almost. Instead, I told him about my father which actually made him panick; he thought I would leave him but I assure him that I wouldn't. But I can't help but think he doesn't believe me because, he texts me where are you? every two hours, like I would just up and leave. I have no reason to leave him, he's just paranoid.

I was in the kitchen when I heard the elevator doors open, glancing down at my watch with a frown on my face, Justin was home early? The tests that were once in my hand were now discarded in the trash bin, I rounded the corner to find Justin standing near the elevator with a scowl on his face and a bruise accompanying it. My eyes widen and I take steps toward him, "What the hell happened?" I ask panicking because the bruise was huge, did an animal attack him?

"Nothing Sequoia," he grumbled, he began to unbutton his uniform shirt which was torn. I fold my arms over my chest and look up at his still scowling face, he avoided looking into my eye. Justin started to move pass me but I held my arm out to stop him, "What?"

"Didn't you hear me? I want to know what happened to you."

Incoherent words flew out his mouth, he didn't want to tell me but I didn't care. I would find out, he knew I wouldn't stop until I did so fighting me would be extremely stupid of him. I give him a pointedly look, he then exhaled harshly and his face turned up in defiance; he was a grown pouting man.

"Ryan and I -" he starts off angrily, his fingers still unbuttoning and pulling at his shirt as if the fabric did anything to him. "We got sent home for fighting. " he finishes, the shirt was ripped off of his body with his own hands. My face was visible with confusion, who were they fighting? Were they fighting each other? "We are no longer allowed to be partners again by the way, please don't ask why and how it happened. I'm not sure if I should tell you that just yet."

I dropped my arm by my side and groaned, what the fùck did he mean he couldn't tell me? The fact that he wouldn't pissed me off, so instead of prying information from him I turned on my heel and headed towards the kitchen again. Ignoring the heavy footsteps following me, I sigh although I was internally brooding over the fact he wouldn't tell me a thing.

Silently, I maneuvered around the kitchen as Justin eyes followed my every move. He hasn't said anything and I wasn't going to either, not until I got the answers I wanted. It couldn't be that bad, I mean I just wanted to know how they even got to the point of throwing fists. Ryan and Justin always had their little arguments like any other pair of friends but they never actually fought.

I didn't realize I was standing still until a pair of large arms circled around my waist; I glanced up at Justin who wore an apologetic expression in his face. "Angel." he spoke up, but instead of answering him I only ignored him and slipped out of his grasp. Petty? I know. I just didn't want to be touched by him if I wasn't being told the truth. "Why are you acting like this?"

Same reason you won't tell me anything.

I continue to ignore him as I lean over the counter and reach for the contents within the cabinets above me. A small grunt escapes my lips as I stretch to reach the seasonings for the meal I was going to prepare, then a tattooed arm appeared in front of me and took everything down. My eyes narrow at the small smirk he had on his face when he saw my facial expression, instead of voicing my appreciation I turn towards the refrigerator.

"Seriously baby, talk to me." No. Justin groans when I still don't answer, I listen as his footsteps grow closer to me then I was suddenly lifted off my feet. Gasping in surprise , I almost thrashed against his tight grip on my waist as he walked out of the kitchen saying something along the lines of brat and fùcking.

Justin carries me to our room, what he was planning to do was beyond me but I couldn't let my excitement show when he threw me on the bed with the deep lust in his eyes. "She still says nothing, hm?" he speaks aloud, I only continue to give him a glare; I wanted him to know that he wasn't getting a word out of me until I get answers. Justin runs his fingers through his hair angrily, while I just slightly admire how sexy he is when he's upset. "Its been a whole five minutes of you not talking to me and somehow its driving me insane, talk to me."

Still I utter not a single word, until Justin grabs my ankle with his strong hand and pulls me to the edge of the bed. His hands spread my legs open, and I curse internally at the fact I haven't worn anything but a pair of easily removed shorts. To my horror, Justin smirks almost evilly and his long fingers hook around the waistband of my shorts.

He was either going to fùck me out of my silence or- tease me until I found my voice and pleaded him to make me come. Either way, he was going to break down my wall of stubborness just by using his body. But I can't let that happen, although I did want him inside of me I needed him to cooperate with me. Before I could even comprehend, my shorts along with my underwear were tossed off to the side; my eyes found Justin's waiting expectantly, like he wanted me to say something but I wasn't.

Silent treatment 2.0

Justin then opened my legs and pushed my knees up until I was in the most vulnerable position that I could be in, in front of him. My pussy bare, I then realized that I could shut off my voice but I couldn't shut off my arousal for him whenever he was touching me. He could see clearly, I was wet. His eyes told me he couldn't wait to have me talking again, probably so I could tell him how bad I wanted him when in reality I wanted to tell him how bad I can beat him if he didn't give me an answer.

"So wet, Angel." he murmured, but none the less praised. Almost as if he were amazed, what did he expect exactly? "Will you tell me who made you this wet or will you have me fùck it out of you?"

I whimpered.

Justin's eyes danced with a mixture of amusement, muttering we're getting somewhere. I had to give him props, he hasn't even touched me yet and I was squirming already; only he had the power to do that and it scared me. Then I felt his fingers brush over the lips of my sex, causing me to shiver the small action also making Justin react with a hum of approval.

"Responsive pussy, check. " he mutters to himself before his hands leave my body and goes straight to his belt buckle, which he got off within seconds. His pants falling to the floor with a gentle thud, and between my legs was evidence of his arousal. "If only you would respond verbally, tell me that you want me inside of you."

My mouth parted but I quickly shut it, not wanting to give Justin the satisfaction. The corner of his lips turned upwards into a small smile, he knew how to get me to give in. And as much as I didn't want to admit it, I wanted him bad. He just wouldn't hear me say that, although he didn't need a verbal conformation; Justin could look into my eyes, the lust mixed with a fierce anger was evident.

Of course Justin didn't wait for me to say anything, instead I felt the head of his cock at my hole; ready to penetrate. I was going to let it happen, because I did want it, unbelievably too much. My bottom lip was now in between my teeth, fighting back the moan as he slipped into me with a grunt; murmuring words of praise to me as he felt the walls of my pussy accommodate to his size.

His eyes were closed this time, it didn't feel right. Justin wasn't looking at me like I was the only woman for him anymore, it made me feel used? The whole time he was inside of me, I moaned and held on to him like I was clinging on to the last breath of life. This time he hadn't caressed my cheek like I was delicate, but I caressed him. It wasn't until he flinched away from my touch that I knew something was wrong, something he wasn't telling me which could probably be the reason he wouldn't tell me anything.

Instead of holding me like he usually did, he stilled as he came; not worrying about the sadness in my eyes as I came down from my own orgasm. Usually he would hold me, kiss me so hard that I'd have to pull away to catch a well needed breath. Usually his fingertips would dance across my legs and his lips would sooth the pain he thought he caused when he did fùck me into oblivion.

But this time he did none of that, only planting a kiss on on my forehead briskly; his lips moved and he spoke, "I'm sorry." I wasn't sure what he was apologizing for because before I could ask him anything he was up and in the bathroom. He left me sprawled on the bed, still catching my breath from the orgasm he gave me. I wanted to know what he was apologizing for, why he couldn't really look me in the eye for more than fifteen seconds.

What exactly was he hiding?

***

Today, was the last day that Justin had to deal with anything Penelope related; finalizations of the divorce, not only was Justin happy but I was also. We could now both move towards, Penelope free and Justin wasn't legally chained to the woman anymore. The last of his things were being moved from their house that they once shared, and into a storage unit.

Everything, well, almost everything was going well for us. Justin and I had been slightly distant after he had arrived home from work early a week ago, and compared to how we were usually all over each other it's a big change. I wanted to refuse that our relationship was slightly strained, but now that I actually thought about it; there was something very wrong.

My investigative persona wanted to reveal itself and figure out why Justin had been acting so strangely, but then my humble yet trustworthy side believed firmly that he wasn't doing anything wrong. I wanted to trust him, but his behavior was so suspicious that I couldn't help but believe something was going on. Justin had basically converted from the loving and caring boyfriend to a cold hearted man who didn't give a shít about me, in just one week.

It seemed impossible but that's exactly what happened, he often left me cold but he was always home on time. There were no late night shifts , you know the poor excuse men give to go cheat on their women? Yes, that one. Justin didn't use any unusual tactics, he was his usual self- only he wasn't with me emotionally.

"It was an honor to work on your case Mr. Bieber, I wish you the best of luck. The worst is over, " Christopher joked with justin as his assistant pack his things, we were in the court room. Me being the cooperative person I could be, I silently stood back the entire time, watching their lawyers do their job. They went over every detail in the contract drew up before I came in the picture, I mean every detail.

I found out many new things, Justin and Penelope were to have children but he opted out that portion of the contract, they were to stay together for at least a year but it had turned out they were together for four. Then Justin received a large amount of money for their marriage agreement, I wasn't sure how much but none the less I'm happy for him.

I stood back as Justin shook Christopher's hand, "Thank you for everything, Chris. Don't hesitate to give me a call, these months working with you were great. " Justin beamed, he looked over his shoulder at me then motioned for me to come over; I was surprised because he wanted me by his side for once. How exciting. Sike. "I actually wouldn't have the guts to do this if it weren't for this doll, I'm happy because of her. "

Justin's burning gaze was on me, for the first time in weeks; I saw the sincere look of love within them and I was glad. With heated cheeks, I replied humbly "No, don't do that Justin. " it was kind of wrong, I don't want to take credit for a process that breaks up couples or marriages.

Christopher chuckled and took my hand, bringing it up to his lips and placing a soft kiss on my hand. This deemed inappropriate, since he was supposed to be professional in his field at all times but it was fine and harmless to me. "take care of her Justin, she's a good woman." he gave Justin a stern look, a look I couldn't put my finger on; as if he were actually warning him.

Justin's eyes widen for a moment begore he murmured a quiet, I will causing my lips to turn downward into a frown. I couldn't help but think I was missing something, what was it? Before I could even say anything about it, there was a loud shriek that echoed throughout the court room. My eyes snapped to an angry Penelope who had tears streaming down her red cheeks.

"You!" she cried, causing me to tilt my head and look at her expectantly. Yes, me! Penelope was huffing, everyone's eyes on her as she spoke again. "You fùcking whore! How dare you pressure him into this? "

Here we go again

Justin's hand shoots out and grips my elbow, he pulls me into his chest protectively and speaks up before I can. "Penelope just go home, its over Just move on." he snaps, gripping my body even tighter to his chest; it made me feel like a child, I could speak for myself!

Penelope's eyes light up in mischief through the pool of tears in her icy blue eyes. It sent a chill up my spin, I wanted to visibly shiver at the way she was looking at Justin, It was almost scary. "Oh, look who's talking. I can't wait, this is comedy gold- Justin how's work going for you? Any new coworkers" as soon as the words fall from her lips, I was utterly lost; Justin wasn't, his grip on my didn't loosen instead it tightens even more.

"Penelope- don't. "

Not wanting to be left in the dark , I tilt my head up to look at Justin. "What the hell is she talking about Justin? " I ask, in a tone that demanded answers. There was a chuckle, right behind me which came from Penelope who was wiping her eyes and swinging her purse over her shoulder. A forgotten Daniel standing by with a folder in hand, he was there for support and it almost slipped my mind. I was too busy worrying about Penelope's words, I felt like I knew but I just didn't want to speak it into existence.

"This is gold," Penelope cackled, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder and sending a smile at us. "Karma, Ms. Sequoia. The sweet taste of fucking karma, you'll see soon enough. Until then I'm going to enjoy the rest of this beautiful weather."

Karma.

Justin was stilled behind me as Penelope's heels clicked away through the silence between us, I pulled myself away from his grip and searched his face which displayed guilt. Something was never right, was Penelope speaking about what I was thinking? God, I hoped not. But my hope couldn't do anything, I had to ask and look into it if I wanted the answers I was looking for.

A shrill ringing cut off any words I was going to speak, it was my phone. A huff escaped my lips as I searched for my phone, once it was found within my huge purse I placed it to my ear and stepped away from a guilt Justin so I could get privacy.

I was met with Jade's voice, it was slightly panicked but none the less it was still Jade. "Oh my god, Sequoia I've been trying to talk to you all day but Ryan took my phone! Fucking punto, I swear."

"Hello to you too Jade, what's up?" I ask, pushing my purse up my forearm and looking over my shoulder at Justin who was now talking to Christopher quietly again. Jade sighs loudly before muttering incoherent words into my ear, my face scrunches up in confusion although she couldn't see me.

"Hey um, you know how Justin and Ryan got into that fight a week or so ago? And how they wouldn't tell either of us what happened?"

How could I forget?

"yes, of course. Justin still isn't telling me a thing, its weird. He usually never leaves me in the dark."

Well, that is partially true if we aren't counting the times before I knew he was a married man. I hear Jade gasp and grumble, it was her second time doing this within the two minutes I've been speaking to her. "Ryan told me- and I want you listen closely because I won't directly say it. He told me not to tell you, but I couldn't resist." I was silent, she took that as an invitation to speak again. "So he told me that Justin was acting strange, doing things he isn't supposed to do with other.....people...outside of your relationship. "

My stomach dropped in fear, but maybe it wasn't fear. I wasn't sure what it was but I'd soon figure out, I cleared my throat and spoke into my phone barely above whisper. "Jade, what exactly are you saying?" There was a loud noise in her background, causing her to curse in her native language while I awaited an answer. She cursed again, this time in English; fùck it!

"Sequoia, Justin is cheating on you."

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