I like to think Justin would be upset with not being able to see me as soon as possible. That he'll fight with anyone who tried to block his path, finding his way to me. I also would like to think he went through the risk of escaping a prison just for me.

But, no. He wouldn't escape it only for me, he didn't even want me to know. If a year can effect my feelings for him, a year could destroy his.

He is unpredictable, hides his feelings and is a ticking bomb. What else is he planning? No one knows what goes through his twisted mind, no one knows the motives. He does whatever he pleases in the moment.

And that's the worst. I would never truly understand his actions and what goes through his mind daily. I would never understand why he makes empty promises and puts on a mask.

I would never understand him.

"Are you sure about this, Selena?" Anna asks softly as she turns off the main road.

"Yes," I reply. After an hour of persuading her to drive me to the warehouse, I can't turn away now. After a year of waiting to see Justin properly, I can't turn away now. I am possibly moments away from finally seeing him, and so because of my nerves, I won't leave now.

"He won't be nice," she warns, glancing at me sternly before turning back to the road.

"Because I know?" I question. No excuse could rid me of this frustration.

"Because his plan of you not knowing didn't work. And because I told you," she says, slowing her speed as we approach a dirt road.

"He can't do anything about you telling me," I insist, looking at her. I can't face the road, because it now only reaches one destination.

"He can," she admits. Before I could spark, she says, "His number one issue is people telling things they're not suppose to. Erick agrees with it, too."

"Blame it on me," I announce. "It's only right to."

She chuckles, shaking her head. "No matter how much blaming I do, it won't change their minds."

Finally, I see the big red-bricked building. Like expected, there are expensive colourful cars sitting outside. I haven't been here since the first time. Anna parks beside a black Range Rover, evidently Erick's.

I look to her again. Pulling the key out of the ignition, she places it on her lap. "Are you ready?" she asks me.

I nod.

Getting out of the car and shutting the door after me, I wait for Anna to stand by my side. "I'm nervous," I admit quietly to her.

"It's too late for that," she jokes. We walk in unison towards the door that leads me to all I've known. Opening the door, Anna walks through first as I follow inside.

Multiple eyes meets mine.

Leo, who I thought I could rely on, stands up from the blue couch that faces the opposite direction, in front of the large TV. His mouth widens whilst I notice Erick in the right corner.

Anna moves towards him swiftly, an apology already written across her face. He scowls in response, stands up and greets Anna, where they share hidden words before striding to me. "What are you doing?" Erick starts. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Justin, leave it," I hear Leo say which causes me to look.

And there he stood, irresistibly and angrily.

His hair has grown, his sides that are normally shaven gone, but his quiff still alive. A loose white T-shirt sticks to his body at the front, his belt hanging low from his waist with his black jeans following.

And just like that, my heart skips and rockets alive. My body tingles in delight while my mouth dries. Where he stands my heart yearns for his, communicating words Justin and I pathetically don't say.

But he doesn't have the same reaction as me.

Instead he charges to Anna, his eyebrows furrowing and the green vain in his forehead coming out. "I ask for one tiny favour, to keep your wide mouth shut, and you can't even do that. Now I know why Erick hates your pathetic guts," he spits as she steps away.

Erick stands in the way, protecting her for once. Placing his hand on Justin's chest, he gently pushes him away from her. "Leave it, Justin. You know what's she's like," he remarks.

"How in the world do you marry someone like her?" he shouts at Erick, waving his hand at the woman behind him.

"It's my fault, I made her tell me!" I intervene, standing beside Erick, trying my best to protect Anna.

Justin looks at me.

Leo swiftly comes to my side, placing a hand on my arm and nudges me gently. But I don't listen, because I stare into Justin's flaming eyes and shiver.

"Don't you dare speak to me right now," he mutters, his hazel eyes unwelcoming — what used to warm me now angering me.

"You don't have a choice in something like this, keeping this away from me!" I shout, my insides burning.

"Don't you start about secrecies when you kept a pregnancy from me," he rages, now directing his energy from Anna to me. Erick moves his hand from Justin's chest and now wraps it around his body, trying to stop Justin moving closer to me while Leo pulls my arm, but I don't nudge. "You're such a joke," he hisses, trying to get out of Erick's grip.

"I'm a joke? Justin, you're the one that escaped prison and will now forever look behind your back. And for what? For status gain?" I retort as I watch his hands ball into a fist.

"Keep out of this," he growls, his eyes darting for mine and turning dark.

"I can't keep out of this! You're the one that brought me into this!" I scream. Justin finally releases of Erick's failed grip and pounces to me, knocking me into the now closed door, placing both his balled hands beside my head.

"I wish I didn't," he snarls, his heavy breathes hitting against my warm skin. But I look into his eyes, trying to figure out everything's that's happened in the past two years I've known him, to figure out if we were mismatched and are never meant to be together.

Leo grabs Justin's right hand and forcefully pulls it away from near my head. As Erick reaches for Justin's shoulders, his balled left fist moves swiftly away from my head and aims for the wall right beside me, punching it furiously.

As Leo and Erick successfully drag him away, we remain eye contact. And in that moment, I wish I wasn't brought into this life of Justin's either.

Anna stands beside me, putting her hand on my back for support. "You shouldn't have stood up for me. It would've been fair for me to get the anger so he won't be mad with you," she whispers, not wanting the boys to hear.

"He doesn't have a right to say the things he did," I complain, turning to face her.

She shakes her head. "He can say those things all he wants, but I was hoping for you guys to get the right reunion you deserve," she soothes.

"I was hoping for the same thing," I admit with a sigh. Looking over to Justin sitting on the brown single chair, which is facing sideways on the left side of the blue couch, I meet his stare. He's watching me as the boys try to speak to him, but he's not listening.

I shiver.

What happened in the last three minutes made me realise his potential in violence. I never did know the extent of his power, I never wanted to imagine it when I heard. But seeing him erupt and be calm a minute later snaps me awake of what he can do, what he's possible of.

And that scares me the most. Not his burning anger he portrayed after not seeing me properly for a year, but the crimes he's caused. I never listened to the news of his crimes, but now I'm more aware than I ever was. I see the monster now.

We remain eye contact longer than what it truly is, that when Anna snaps me out of my thoughts, I realise we're still in the middle of a conversation. "Give him some time to cool down," she instructs, nudging me to move away from the door and leads me to the corner with wooden crates Erick was first at.

I see the half completed checklist Erick must've been filling in. Leaning against the same crate it's on, I hear Anna be called away.

Turning around, I face Justin.

We're so close that I want to reach out to touch him, to see if he's real and truly here, but I don't. Instead he moves away and leans against empty boxes opposite me.

Crossing his arms, he asks, "What are you doing here, Selena?" Hearing my name casually roll off his tongue comforts me, reminds me of the times where we was delirious from one another. But I don't smile, I don't even move, so he won't know the power he has over me.

"Are you seriously asking that?" I retort. The bubbling anger inside of me begins to rise, but I swallow it away.

"Why can't you ever listen to me?" he questions, the corner of his pink lips rising into a smirk.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" I copy his posture and cross my arms.

"Why don't you ever be quiet?" He's smiling now, and I want so badly to scream, for him to listen to me for once. But I don't. I look weakly into his compelling eyes and have butterflies spawn in my stomach.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" I repeat, trying to keep my anger — but even he stole that.

"Why would I tell you?" he pushes, raising his right eyebrow and licking his lips.

"Are you seriously asking that?" I lick my lips, trying to stop myself from shouting.

"Yes," he responds. "I think I have a right to keep this from you."

"Keep what? Your escape?" I question, watching his smirk grow again. I squirm inside.

"You would just get in the way." Brushing his light brown hair away from his face, he watches me as I glare at him.

"You can't promise to see me again in that final letter of yours, and now say you don't want to, Justin," I rant.

He changes.

His repetitive smirk disappears as his eyes dart to the ground. "You got it," he whispers, but clear enough for me to hear. Meeting my eyes, he stuffs his hands into his pocket as I nod. He fidgets continuously before asking, "Did you like it?"

"Of course. I read it so many times when you first went," I admit while my heart jumps.

He scans my face, looking everywhere but my eyes. But when he does, my body erupts into a fire and screams for him.

"You shouldn't of come here," he breathes, still watching me. Leaning off the boxes, he steps closer to me. "I wish you didn't," he mumbles as my lips part, as my body screams, as my heart aches. "But I'm glad you did," he whispers before leaning away with a smile.

A smile that kills me. He walks away and back to the boys sitting on the couch. I look to Anna who's nervously watching, and when she meets my gaze, her eyes are overflowing with pity.

Pity because Justin won over me. That Justin will continuously win and attack my heart. But the worst is, I will let him.