A Player Felt Love (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 60: Pressurize the Heart

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(Justin's P.O.V)

I hear him behind me. I heard his footsteps, his harsh breath. I knew he was trying to stay calm, because I was furious. But that wasn't changing a thing. Honestly, the only thing I wanted to do was to turn back and punch the shit out of him.

"What do you want?" I muttered through gritted teeth and I paused my march, folding my hands into fists. I have to control it, I have to. My back faced him. I heard him sigh.

"Look, son-"

"Don't call me that." Damn, it took every inch of me to prevent myself from cursing.

"-Justin. I- I can explain, really."

"What? What can you explain? Jeremy, you have screwed so many goddamn times! What will you actually apologise for?!"

"Justin, please just listen."

"You fucking said you wanted her back barely five minutes ago!"

"Yeah- that- you don't know my state right now, Justin. Please, at least I can expect you to understand." His tone was pleading, that was making me angrier.

"I'm the last one you should expect to understand, you bast-"

"Okay, that's enough with the curses. Justin, the baby is mine. It's fricking mine, alright? Yes, I know what I did was disgusting and-"

"Pathetic! You think talking straight forward would make your case any better?!"

"No, God, and I should never be forgiven for this and all- but I'm stuck, okay?! This happened before I came back in your mother's life as a good guy, after apologising. Whatever happened between us, happened barely a day or two after you came back here for Femke. I was drunk, so was she-"

"SO WHAT? You think that justifies your case?!"

"I didn't apologise till then! I was still the reckless jerk who played around and screwed with everyone! You claim to have changed to Femke, doesn't it hurt you when SHE doesn't believe it? When she doubts you? Doesn't it feel like shit and you wish it could all reverse and you could start off in a better way? Goddamnit, Justin, I want that too! That chance, to make things better! Your mother has given me one last goddamn chance and there is no way I can screw this up and won't so please don't fricking tell her about this!" I chuckled at his words, though half of what he said made sense but- don't tell her? Wow.

"You fucking told Stephanie you want her back." I muttered through gritted teeth.

"Because I'm a confused fuck. She carries my baby, and she's depressed and it's only because of the damn baby that I have to keep her happy and less sad and have to say this-" oh this made sense too. But-

-"How could you fall so low to have sex with a girl the age of your daughter?!" I asked.

He sighed, rubbing his palms on his eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair, clutching to a part before he looked back up to me and released them. "Alcohol. I swear, if I was sober it would've never happened."

"You can't actually fucking expect me to accept that. That's bullshit, Jeremy."

"Son-"

"I said don't fucking call me that, you-" I paused, quickly turning around and storming away before I crossed my limits again.

"Stephanie has leukemia!" He yelled as I took a few steps away from him, suddenly stopping.

"Wh-what?" I mumbled but I don't think he heard it because it was just a shallow whisper.