Adopted by Justin Bieber--With A Twist

When She Cries Part 1

Hello everyone, alot is gonna happen in just the 4 days. So im gonna make this in two parts. Thanks for reading.

A'Lissa's POV
Its been three days. No one has talked to me. I can't blame them, I wouldn't want to talk to me either. My sixteenth birthday is in 4 days, a Saturday. I'm not really looking forward to it. But I am doing a concert on my birthday. A lot more hate had been coming in but I'm staying off of social media just until I can get through this. We are in Utah. We had to stop the tour because of a big storm. So we will be here for about a week or two just until the storm pass. Right now I'm sitting on my bed in me and Samantha's hotel room. She mostly sleeps in Justin's room though. I gotta admit, I didn't mean it when I told her I hated her. I just want someone to be there for me how everyone is there for her. Anyway, I'm writing a song for the concert. I don't have a title but this is what I have so far.

Little girl, terrified
She'd leave her room if only bruises would heal
A home is no place to hide
Her heart is breaking from the pain that she feels

Every days the same, she fights to find her way
She hurts, she breaks, she hides and tries to pray

I think it sounds good so far. I'm tire now. I put my stuff in a binder and set it on the night stand. I turned the light off and went to sleep.
Samantha's POV
I went to my hotel room and saw A'Lissa sleep. I was gonna play a game but I don't wanna wake her up. I went to Justin's room. Justin was doing something on his phone so i started jumping on his bed. "Is there a reason your jumping on my bed", he asked not looking up. "I have nothing else to do", I said continuing to jump. "Why don't you go play your game", he said. "Because A'Lissa is sleep and I don't want to wake her up.", I sitting down. He put his phone down and looked at me. "No one has talked to her. She most likely think we hate her", I said. "She knows we don't", he said. "Do she?", I asked. He didn't say anything. "Did you know they created a hate page on her. Telling her she should die. That no cares. She shouldn't be your daughter. That we hate her.", I said looking at him. He was speechless. "Justin we are showing her those things are true. We wasn't there when we needed us the most. Were still not there. She was always there for us.", I said actually understanding. "So what do we do", he asked. I shrugged my shoulders.
Justin's POV
I had no idea about what was going on. I was so concerned with Samantha, I forgot about her. But I'm gonna make this right. I don't know how, but I will.
Kendra's POV
"When can I go back down? She's dieing.", I said pacing. "Soon my child, soon", my father said. I should introduce myself. My name is Kendra Jackson. I am 15 years old and I'm A'Lissa's guardian angel. When I said she saved my life. I was telling the truth. It was too late. I got hit by a car and died instantly but because of her, I was in peace. Now I'm trying to help her. Its not the easiest thing to do but I have to do it. "Father I am tire of waiting", I said getting restless. "You have to wait until the right moment darling", he said. I sighed and sat down.
A'Lissa's POV
I woke up to my alarm. I turned it off and looked at it. 6:30 a.m., wow I slept that long. I got up and went to take a shower. I did my business and got ready. I'm going for a run around the park across the street. I need to clear my mind. I put on my clothes, mostly NIKE. Grabbed my backpack, grabbed my guitar, and left. I got across the street, set my stuff down on a bench, locked it, put my headphones in, and started jogging. The song Marilyn Monroe by Nicki Minaj and I started singing.

I can be selfish
Yeah, so impatient
Sometimes I feel like Marilyn Monroe
I'm insecure, yeah I make mistakes
Sometimes I feel like I'm at the end of the road

I can get low I can get low
Don't know which way is up
Yeah I can get high, I can get high
Like I could never come down

Call it a curse
Or just call me blessed
If you can't handle my worst
You ain't getting my best
Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt? (felt felt felt)
Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt (felt felt felt)