Nurture. (A Justin Bieber's FanFic)

1;He Changed Me

Isabelle's POV

"Hey sweetie, wake up" someone whispered while shacking me gently, I turned around "Mom, please.. i'm so tired" I groaned while pulling the sheets over my head, "baby, We have your Aunt's wedding, come on" she said and kissed my forehead, I sighed and flicked my eyes open, "morning Mom" I said and smiled while looking at her hazel eyes that matches mine.

"Good morning sweetie" she smiled wide, "come on, you have to get up to get ready" she said and removed the sheets off my body, I groaned loudly, and got up, "come on, cheer up! Who knows? Maybe you'll find your soul mate there!" My mom cheered,

"MOM!!" I screamed while laughing, "I'm only 15!" I said, my mom shrugged "you've never had a boyfriend" she said "well, yes because I'm still young?" I said more like a question, she smiled "maybe, you'll find the right one today" she said while pushing me inside the bathroom. I rolled my eyes playfully, "keep dreaming mom" i said.

I still remember that day, it was unforgettable, I met in my Aunt's wedding a boy named Tom, we fell in love, I thought he was my soulmate, but I was mistaken, I was so wrong, he turned to be so abusive, i don't know if it was something I did, and Every night I'm scared of Tomorrow, Everyday it's getting worse, and sometimes I feel like giving up.

"Isabelle?" I hear a soft voice, I turn around to face mom, "hey mom" I fake a smile, "what's wrong sweetie?" She asks concerned, "nothing mom" I say while pulling the covers all over my body, "you've been distant lately" she says while walking towards my bed and she sits down while looking in my hazel eyes, she starts playing with my hair. I can't blame her, The last months, I've been so distant, I don't talk to her the way I used to, I don't laugh the same way I used to, I don't smile the way I used to, I don't make jokes the way I used to, I'm not sarcastic anymore. he Changed me.

He changed me. And it's too late to get back to the 15 years old happy girl. Too late.

"Mom, I just don't have any time now to talk to you" I say, a complete lie. "But sweetie, You've finished high school two weeks ago! You're free now" she says and takes my hand rubbing it gently "but mom, I need to start looking for collage or a university remember?" I say, a complete lie. Tom doesn't want me to attend any of these stuff or he'll literally kill me.

"But baby, I miss you" she says, I stay quite while looking at the ceiling, "and I just feel like there is something wrong, but I can't quite know what is going on" she says and i feel her gaze on me, I keep looking at the ceiling quietly, "where is Natasha? Last time she came here was months ago" mom asks.

Here she is, too concerned about me and I don't give her any answers or replies. I can't open up to her like the way I used to, I've changed. I'm not like the old Isabelle anymore. Isabelle's died.

This Isabelle, I don't know who is she anymore.

"We fought mom" i say while shrugging though the memory is killing me "why didn't you tell me?" She asks trying to get me talking, I shrug "But, you guys were so close!" I sigh, "I'm worried about you sweetie" she completes while looking on the floor.

I feel bad watching her worried about me.

"Say something" she whispers.

There's nothing to say mom, except that your little girl you've raised is broke and dead on the inside.

"Mom, I seriously don't want to talk about it. Forget about it" I say, I hear her sighs and she kisses my forehead, "As you like sweetie, now I have to get going. They need me at the hospital" she says, I nod.