Forgotten Night

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Justin’s Point of View:

This past week has been so great. I already feel happier and even healthier now that i’m back on track and I’ve been around my mum. The Visionary awards are on tomorrow night back in LA.  I’ve got an interview with The Lounge (which is basically a Miami rip off of the view) today so I thought I’d bring my mum along and then i’ll be leaving Miami.  It’s been really good just to hang out with her again.  I missed that. It was always just the two of us when I was growing up, with the exception of my grandparents of course. Before, I sort of let myself get a bit arrogant but I’m only 19 and I will always need her in my life. I hate when people make rude comments about their mothers or just disrespect them, mainly because I was raised with such an appreciation for the family I had. For everything I had. She raised me to cherish the importance of family and especially  being in the industry that I am, family is really all you have 100%. I know my fans are there, but it’s just not the same. I’m starting to learn who I can and can’t trust. My last girlfriend, Selena, proved to be one of the people I shouldn’t have trusted. When we met I was still quite new to this. Everything seemed so beautiful. The cities, the smells, the people. I still remember how I felt the first time I drove down the streets of New York City. The first time I ever set foot in Madison Square Garden and the first time I ever saw her. She made the world brighter. There was nothing anyone could do or say that could change the way I felt about her. My friends would say I had her up on a golden pedestal and it was true. Nothing came close to her beauty. But things changed. When I began to become more well-known in the music industry she became obsessed. Obsessed with fame. Obsessed with being all over the media. Obsessed with being all over me in front of the media. I was aware but I tried to ignore it, blame it on my own strange thinking, because she meant everything to me. I still remember that night I overheard that phone call.

* 16 Months Ago *

“Baby, you know I love you, he means nothing to me now” I heard her whisper. I walk closer to the door, not sure I heard that right. I mean there must be some kind of explanation.

“This was your plan! Don’t act like you don’t want this too. If I get enough publicity I will be famous enough to help you too” She said. What?!? A million possible explanations run through my head. I accidentally shift my weight to my right leg and the floor boards creak. 

“I gotta go, I think Justin is home, I’ll call you when he’s asleep. I love you Drake” She said. I turn and walked into the living room.

“Hey babe-“ she said.

“Don’t!” I cut her off “Don’t. Just leave, please” I said.

I was trying hard to mask my sadness and the only way I can do that is covering it up with anger, which wasn’t hard to do considering I was pretty angry too.

“What? Why? Justin I lo-“ she said.

“I’ll give you an hour” I said, putting my jacket on and grabbing my keys “then I want you gone” I said. Without saying another word I got up and left. 

Drake Bell. Really? I still don’t understand it. That night was the first night I’d ever gotten completely wasted.  I got black out drunk. I’d drunk before but never irresponsibly. To make matters worse I drove home that  night and what are the chances. Cops booked me and it gave the media a whole new angle. Not to mention all the publicity the break up got Selena. Endless interviews. She told anyone and everyone who asked that I cheated on her, which made people feel sorry for her and hate me. It got to be so much that I started to hate myself. It’s like I believe what they were saying and somewhere in all of that I became that person.