Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

Incarcerated (AU)

"Make a straight line inmates!" The male guards voice barked at the newbies.

You rolled your eyes at the new girls quivering in their boots and walked right past them, straight into the cafeteria. The smell of day old food hit your nose and made you cringe. Dragging your feet, you made your way into the line of prisoners waiting for the slob the people called food.

After you received your tray that contained some runny brown meat, you trudged over to the table where your squad sat.

Every person in prison belonged to their own group of people where they fit in. There were the two groups of white people─the rich, classy ones and then the 'white trash'. There was the big group of the Latinas, then there was the oldies, the religious, the group of others, and then your group, the black girls.

"What's wrong with you, y/l/n?" One of your friends, Cook, asked.

You shrugged and pushed your food around the tray with the plastic spoon.

"Today marks three years that she's been here," Your other friend Mitchell answered. She was your closest friend there in that hellhole and she practically knew everything about you.

See, six years ago, you were a waitress in your town's local diner. One evening, you met this white cop named Ryan Young, and you two immediately hit it off. For six months, he started showing up to the diner almost every single day and wouldn't talk to any other waitress but you.

Eventually, you fell for his charm and his promise of always being there to protect you. After weeks of convincing, you quit your job at the diner and moved in with him. Months later, you found out you were pregnant and you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named y/d/n.

When y/d/n was one, Ryan's mother died, and to say he was a momma's boy would've been an understatement of the year. After her death, your life just spiraled downward.

The day of the funeral was the first time he hit you. Immediately after he did it, he cried for an hour telling you how sorry he was and how it'd never happen again. You believed him and blamed it on the stress from losing someone so important in his life.

Except that wasn't the last time. For the next couple months, he couldn't help but lay his hands on you at least once a week. After the first few times, he stopped apologizing and started telling you that you deserved it.

However, one evening when he came home and struck you for leaving a dish in the sink, you snapped. You yelled at him and told him that he needs to get a grip or you were leaving and taken your daughter with you.

He broke three of your ribs and gave you a concussion. What really made it even worse was the threat he spoke as delivered the kicks to your chest.

"If you ever talk to me like that again, I swear on my mother's grave that I'll kill y/d/n and make you watch before I kill you too," He had said.

And that was it. You snapped. When you got out of the hospital, you did the only thing you thought you could do to protect you and your daughter.

You cut the brake lines of his car.

Yeah, you were hoping that it'd kill him, but luck and hope weren't really on your side. He crashed into a pole on his way to work. No, he didn't die─just suffered several broken bones and was in the hospital for awhile.

While he was lying in that hospital bed, you figured since he was still alive, he would be back in a couple days with even more rage from his accident. So you need the next thing that came to your mind...you decided to leave him.

You emptied all the bank accounts and packed up only the necessary items for you and your daughter. Just as you were to exit your apartment, the police kicked down the door.

Apparently your building's security cameras caught you doing the deed that night in your hello kitty pajamas. You were arrested for attempted murder, which was extremely bad considering that it was against a cop.

When you went to trial, the charges were dropped down to tampering with a motor vehicle considering you presented substantial evidence that you were abused and you were doing what you thought was best for you and your daughter.

You were sentenced to five years in prison and you hadn't seen your daughter─who was now living with your family─since then.

"Y/n!" Cook shouted, waving her hand in front of your face.

Your head snapped up from the broken heart you'd traced in what looked to be mashed potatoes up to your friends who were staring at you expectantly.

"What? What happened?"

"Have you seen the new guard?" Mitchell asked.

You shook your head. "What's wrong with him? Does he have a third eye or something?"

"Nothing. There's absolutely nothing wrong with him," Parker, another one of the girls, said.

"He's so fucking hot," Cook said dreamily, "His hair looks so soft and he has so many tattoos."

"What I wouldn't give to ride that man into the sunset," Mitchell said dreamily.

You rolled your eyes. "Stop over exaggerating. This place doesn't hire attractive guards for this exact reason. You guys are all just hormonal."

You stood up after that and began making your way to the trash. On your way, one of the Latina girls that you had beef with stuck her leg out, making you trip and your tray fall out your hand.

Your palms hit the floor at the exact moment somebody groaned and the tray clambered to the floor. Some of the people gasped and you hung your head down and counted to ten so you wouldn't get up and beat her to a fucking pulp.

When you evened your breathing and looked up, you saw one of the guards standing there, covered in the runny brown meat that was once on your tray.

"Fucking hell," You swore loudly.

The last thing you needed was this guard saying you covered them purposely and then having more time added onto your sentence.

Instead of the normal lashing you expected, the guard held a tattoo covered arm out to you. You took the soft hand and helped yourself up.

"I'm so, so, so sorry," You apologized, starting to wipe some of the food off his blue uniform.

Surprisingly, he cracked a smile and shrugged. "It's alright. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going anyway."

You looked up into his hazel, kind eyes dumbfoundedly. Your eyes traveled from the top of his brown head of hair to his perfectly chiseled face, to his arms covered in ink, then back up to his inviting eyes.

Was this the new guard they were talking about? Because if it is, then goddamn they were right.

I glanced down to his name tag before looking back up to his face. "I apologize Officer Bieber. I promise it'll never happen again."

He nodded. "I'm sure it won't inmate. Now, you should go get yourself cleaned up."

You smiled slightly before turning and walking away, all eyes on you. All you could think of the whole walk to the bathroom was holy fucking shit.

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this idea randomly came to me idk. did yall like it?

part 2?