The boy with the grey eyes

So many buttons

JUSTIN'S POV

I sat on my bed, and something fell onto the floor, it looked like a small book....i opened it and saw Nala's hand writing...i started to read it...and I got angrier with every word...

NALA'S POV

As I walked through the house that seemed to be empty, I heard voices coming from the basement, I went down the stairs and saw a light coming from around the corner

"I feel as if Jake doesn't want to be here, but he is scared of leaving in fear of what Justin might do", I turned the corner and I saw Justin standing there...reading my diary...Jake and Maz surrounding him. Jake was sitting on a box glaring at me...And Maz was standing up crossed arms, looking at the ground.

A light bulb hung from a chain, swinging there

You could see the smoke hanging from Justin's lips as he read

"What are you doing", I asked causing Justin to look up

"I thought we'd have a little story time in honor of Marcus' passing, oh wait this is my favorite part", he said

"I think Justin's psychotic fits are just an act, I think he does it to protect himself. Deep down inside I feel he is just a scarred little boy, not wanted to be hated my mommy, or hit my daddy. He feels the need to be the top dog now cause of his childhood it is all just an act...", he looked up at me with stone cold grey eyes and raise his eyebrows

"Is that what you think babe", his cold words along with his sly smirk sent chills up my spin

"What are you doing?", he smirked at my words

"What am I doing? I'm playing the villain baby just like you wanted", he spat throwing his smoke off to the side and walking closer to me

"I gave you anything you wanted...You hated your step father, i killed him...You wanted to feel something again, I fucked you...you wanted out, I got you out",

"What's all this for?", I replied in tears

"So you can be the good girl...",

"You're fucking crazy", I spat before taking off towards the stairs, but getting lost in the dark, divided halls and rooms of the metal basement

"Where are you going? Don't you like me", he chuckled

"You're not free you know...You'll never be free! You want free!? I'm free", I started to cry, I went to slam a metal door and slammed my hand in it. I screamed bloody murder and Justin just smirked at the sight of the blood.

"You know there's so many buttons in this world...Buttons, JUST BEGGING TO BE PUSHED!", I saw the stairs and tried my best to climb them but all I could focus on was the pain

"YOU KNOW AND IT MAKES ME WONDER, HOW COME NO ONE PRESSES DEEP DOWN INSIDE OF ME AND TELLS ME THE TRUTH? THAT IM A FUCKING DICK AND MY PARENTS WISH I WAS DEAD! HOW COME NO ONE PRESSED MY BUTTONS?", he screamed and I threw myself down on the middle of the stairs and turned to him

"CAUSE YOURE ALREADY DEAD JUSTIN! YOUR HEART IS COLD! AND NOW YOU NEED TO KILL TO FEEL ALIVE", I screamed back at him.

I think I saw relief in his eyes as tears ran down his cheeks and he dropped to his knees screaming, crying, and pulling at his hair

"Maybe everyone out there is crazy, a liar and ignorant, but if rather be with them then spend another fucking minute down here with you", I spat at him again. He screamed louder, and pulled harder on his hair.

I carefully made my way down the stairs...and over to him. I placed my hands on either side of his face and made him look into me

"It's okay, you're okay", and for once I saw the broken little boy inside. The broken boy inside the boy with the grey eyes

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So I'm gunna changed the title of the story to 'the boy with the grey eyes' since I say that a lot in the book.

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