𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝☆ [Justin Bieber]

𝑿𝑽𝑰. 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌☆

A/N: Gonna get sad.. okay? just be ready to bear it. Ilysm for reading.

The flames erupted around me once more, I could feel the same scorching heat and choking smoke that had consumed my world on that fateful night. 

Why am I seventeen yet still the same thirteen year boy who lost everything? 

"D-dad?"  It was an automatic cry that came out. 

It was never 'God' or 'Mom', it had to be dad. Even after all these years I can't help it.

"Justin." I heard his calm voice. 

"Dad?" I croaked again. 

"Son, I'm here." His voice was real. More real than my dreams or nightmares.

"Dad! Where..where are you? I can't see you!" I shouted, getting restless. I have to see him.

"I'm here son, you have to open your eyes to see me. I've always been with you." 

 I felt a tiny spark of hope ignite within me. It was a flame that had been flickering in the darkness for months, but it was still alive, refusing to be extinguished.

"D-dad, I'm trying. P-please don't go." My body was too heavy to lift itself, I could barely open my eyes. My hands searched for any sign of him. 

It was him. Unmistakably, I felt his touch.

"Dad! I can't seem to do anything right! Mom doesn't even care about me..I wouldn't be surprised if she doesn't want to see my face again..I couldn't protect Janice either and now I'm gonna lose Cassie too." I felt warm tears run down my cheek. There was no reply from his side, but his presence still felt close.

Why can't I open my eyes?

"Am I failure?" I rasped. "Why doesn't mom love me? Am I your worst child? Dad..have you also lost hope in me? Is that why I'm always alone? I'm trying..I s-swear..I a-am trying."

I was desperate for answers. "Dad! Answer me..please?" 

There was no answer. 

"So am I j-just a..a curse?"

My body shot up as I looked around for dad. He's got to be somewhere here. My heart felt like it was about to come out of my chest and I was sweating like a pig. I felt being pushed back down.

"D-dad." I said, out of breath. I could feel my body on fire—not the one which would burn you physically but that which kills you from inside. I coughed, trying to let go of that sensation.