Justin Bieber #Imagines

#16 Imagine

I get abused by my boyfriend Justin Bieber. I’ve been with Justin for almost 2 years and he abuses me. The first year was great. He was such a great boyfriend but then the second year. He started going out and getting drunk and he’d come home and hit me. I wouldn’t do anything he’d just hit me. You’re probably thinking, why don’t you leave him? I don’t because I love him. Not the abusive Justin but nice caring Justin that he used to be. Speak of the devil.

I heard the door open and Justin walk in. Today I was going to tell him that I was leaving. I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I’m going to leave for a few days and hopefully when I come back he’ll change. I have all my suitcases packed and ready. I just have to tell Justin.

“What’s this?” he asked

“I’m leaving.”

“What?”

“I’m leaving. I can’t deal with this anymore. You’ve changed. You’re not the Justin I fell in love with. You were never the one to get drunk or hit me. I’m leaving for a few days hoping that when I come back you’ve changed.” I said.

He just looked at me. He walked towards me and smacked me in the face. I let out a scream and fell to the floor.

“You’re not leaving me! You’re gonna stay here with me!!” he screamed

I got up and grabbed my stuff and tried to walk out the door but Justin grabbed my hair and pulled me back.

“What did I say? You’re not leaving. You’re staying here.”

“No!! Let go!! You’re hurting me!!” I cried. I don’t know what happened but he feel forward and hit his head on the floor. He groaned and tried to get up.

I took this chance to get my stuff and leave. I know it’s bad to just leave him but I know he’s ok. I just have to leave while I can. I left a note on the kitchen table explaining why I left since I knew he would be drunk and not remember the next day. I got in my car and drove to my friend’s house.

~a week later~

It’s been a week since I left Justin and I decided that it was time to go back. During the week I changed everything about me. I was more confident and I just felt better about myself. I got text and calls from Justin but I just ignored them. I didn’t want to talk to him.

I got in my car and drove back to the apartment where I was abused by my boyfriend. I took out my suitcase from the trunk of the car and headed up to the apartment. I still had the key so I unlocked the door and walked in.

I walked in and my mouth dropped. Everything was broken or thrown somewhere. There was glass everywhere almost everything was broken.

“Justin!” I called. “Anybody home?”

I didn’t hear anybody. I walked up the stairs to our bedroom to find everything broken as well. Justin was on the bed curled in a ball staring at a picture.

“Justin?”

I guess he heard me because he got out of the bed and looked at me. I gasped at what I saw. His eyes were red and he looked so skinny like he hasn’t eaten in days. He got up and walked towards me. I was scared he was going to hurt me again but he didn’t he hugged me and he started to cry.

“I’m so sorry.” He said. “I’m sorry.”

“Justin, why is everything broken?” I asked

“I didn’t want to lose you. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I turned into an abuser. I’m sorry I ever hurt you. Please don’t leave me. I love you. Please don’t go.” He cried.

“Justin, I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna stay here with you if you promise to stop drinking and stop hitting me.” I said

“I promise. I promise just please don’t go.”

“I won’t. Ever.”

“Promise?” he asked

“I promise.”