Make You Believe (A Justin Bieber Love Story)

Part III: Issues

Justin gripped his iPhone tightly in his hand and let out an angry yell as he kicked over the chair next to him. He’d had some trouble with anger management in the past. The chair flew a few feet and hit the ground and splintered into pieces. Anger blurred his vision as he breathed heavily and looked around the room.  “What the fuck Justin!” Scooter shouted seeing the destruction. Justin shot his manager a murderous look. “What’s going on?” Scooter said more gently when he noticed the singer’s angry state.

“I’m leaving for Stratford.” Justin said through clenched teeth. He grabbed his leather jacket and threw open the door to the studio and slammed it shut loudly. Scooter hesitated a second before following Justin.

“Kid, what’s bothering you?” He questioned. Justin turned to stare at his manager.

“I need to be on a plane to Stratford RIGHT NOW.” Justin growled. Scooter stepped up to Justin using the height difference to his advantage and looked him in the eyes. Justin’s eyes were dark.

“Not until you tell me why you’re so mad.” Scooter said lowly. The manager observed as Justin’s jaw clenched. He angrily huffed a few times before turning to kick the wall to the right of him. Justin rested his forehead against the cool surface of the wall and ran his fingers through his hair.

“He. Hit. Her.” Justin mumbled.

Scooter crinkled his brow. “Who hit who?”

Justin turned from the wall. “HER FATHER FUCKING HIT HER!” He screamed. Scooter remained unaffected by this outburst for he had dealt with Justin’s anger problems before, he knew how to handle it. Justin sighed and slid down the wall. “I could have been there to stop it- if I hadn’t come back to LA Olivia would be fine.” He muttered.

Scooter knew Justin was a good guy with a good heart who tended to blame himself for everything and dealt with it in anger. He licked his lips before kneeling beside Justin. “Hey, it’s not your fault, regardless of if you were there or not it still would have happened ok? We’ll get you out to Stratford to see her, alright? I’m sure Olivia is fine.”

“Okay.” Justin said quietly. Scooter stood up and stuck out his hand to help Justin up. Justin looked Scooter in the eyes before standing up by himself. Scooter sighed and took out his iPhone and dialed Justin’s jet pilot and told him to be ready to take off in 30 minutes.

---Stratford---

Justin ran his hands nervously through his hair. “What the fuck is taking so long?” He hissed. Scooter gave him a glare. Justin rolled his eyes.

“We had to rent a car, it takes a few minutes.” Scooter muttered, ignoring the death glare Justin was giving him.

“I can adopt a child from AFRICA faster than this.” Justin growled. He shoved his hands in his pocket.

Scooter clenched his jaw and approached Justin. “You need to pull yourself together. You’re acting like a brat. I know getting to Olivia is important but you need to chill. She’s not going to feel any better if you show up to her house acting like this. You’re going to scare her.”

Justin stared in annoyance at his manager. “You’re the one who needs to chill.” He murmured. Scooter slapped Justin on the back of the head faster than he could blink. “The fuck?” He yelped.

“Cut it out.” Scooter said angrily and approached Alfredo who was carrying the car keys.

“The car is out front,” Alfredo told Scooter. His eyes flickered to Justin who was intently watching the two, “what’s with him?”

Scooter knew who Alfredo was talking about. “He’s an impatient little son of a—,” Scooter was cut off by Justin.

“Gimme the keys.” He said monotonously as he stuck his hand out. Scooter locked eyes with Justin but didn’t move an inch. “Give me the god damn keys.” Justin ordered.

“Magic word?” Scooter grinned.

“Do you think this is some kind of game?” Justin said incredulously. “She’s my best friend! Give me the keys… please!”

Scooter handed Justin the keys and Justin turned on his heel and practically ran to the car.

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Justin stopped the car outside Olivia’s house. He sat in the seat and thought about what Scooter said. ‘You need to pull yourself together….She’s not going to feel any better if you show up to her house acting like this. You’re going to scare her.’  The last thing Justin wanted to do was scare Olivia. He took a deep breath and then got out of the car. He slammed the door shut and walked up to the door and knocked.

At first there was no answer. He knocked again, he was getting nervous. Should he call her? He raised his hand to knock again when the door flew open. Olivia’s mother stood in the threshold looking furious. Her eyes narrowed at him with hatred. “What are you doing here?” She said harshly.

Justin rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I just came to check on Olivia…” He trailed off.

“You are not welcome here nor are you allowed to see my daughter. Are we clear? I never want you near her again and if I do see you with her there will be consequences.” Mrs. Blake shouted.

Justin furrowed his brow. He didn’t understand. Behind Mrs. Blake, at the bottom of the steps, stood Olivia. She looked at Justin uncomfortably, as if to say sorry. Justin opened his mouth to say something but he was interrupted by her mom slamming the door. Great, he thought. He put his arms behind his head out of frustration. He headed back to his car. When he got in his car his phone beeped. New text message.

Olivia: Come back tonight, she’ll be gone.

Confused, he typed back: Are you okay?

Olivia: Yeah I’m fine

He let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. At least her mom wasn’t doing anything to her. His jaw clenched at the thought of that.