Being Mrs. Bieber {Sequel To OJT} {In Process of Being Edited}

Chapter 9

- Katy -

I was planning on going into the actual area with the seats and stage, but I found myself continuing to sit on the little bench just outside of the place and become lost in deep thoughts.

I wish I wasn't pregnant.  Why didn't Justin and I wait?  We were idiots.  Now, this child will have no life practically during its first few years.  And what about when the Believe Tour is done?  Justin's going to have to make another album, and this cycle will start all over again...  My brain begun to simply shut down just thinking about that.

Everyone else in my situation would either abort the baby or give it up for adoption.  I'm obviously not going to abort this baby.  That'd be the worst mistake of my life.  If I did that, I could never live with myself.  Plus, Justin wouldn't let me either.  He is strongly against abortion, as am I.  And, when you and your husband are famous, it's not easy to just ship away a kid off to a foster home or foster family.  Plus, me as a person could never do that.  I could never have a child and just give it away like that.  Justin couldn't, either.

I'm making it sound like I'm not really thankful for this baby.  Trust me, I am...  It just came at a very inconvenient time.  Justin and I are so young.  Our marriage is so young.  Hell, I don't know the first thing about parenting.  I'm freaking out inside about it, in all honesty...

Times like now is when I really wish my mom wasn't a bitch.  She knows all about parenting, and I think she could really help Justin and I.  But no, she has to go and hate my husband and hate me, practically...

Ever so conveniently, my phone buzzed in my pocket.  I pulled it out of my pocket.  I got a text, but I'm not sure who it's from.  I opened it anyway.  I need to escape my thoughts for at least a couple minutes.

The text read: "Katelyn - I'm sorry about how I acted earlier. I behaved inappropriately, and I should not have hit you. I'm sorry that you don't like my opinion on your husband. I'm trying to get myself to like him more. And, I still do feel that you are too young to be married and pregnant. But, that is simply my opinion. If you do not agree, I respect it. I just want things to be okay with us, because I truly do miss you. Once again, I am sorry. -Mom"

Oh, that text literally came at the perfect time.  Wow, I'm not even sure what to say.  I don't know whether to believe her or not.  When we first got to the house, though, she did seem different.  It felt like she had changed.  But then that all got erased when she started shouting hate at me and when she slapped me.  Granted, I slapped her too, but in all honesty, I have every right to...  If I gave her everything she gave me when I was a child, she would probably be in the hospital.  Anyway, I just don't know whether to believe her or not.  So I let the text go for a little bit.

After maybe ten minutes later, I heard screaming coming from inside the concert hall.  The music suddenly came to an abrupt stop.  I scrambled to my feet and pushed the main entrance doors open.  I ran down the stairs and down a long aisle until I got to the stage.  My feet planted themselves to the ground, and I couldn't move for a second.  I let out a huge gasp.

Justin.  He was on the floor by the stage, in a weird, and bad position.  I don't think he was moving.  "Someone call 911!" somebody shouted.

My head begun to spin and my throat felt raw and scratchy, like a cactus.  My body was frozen, and I felt like all my limbs were going to fall off.  I mustered up a lot of strength to scream out "JUSTIN!"  Adrenaline was beginning to run through my body, and I ran over to Justin as fast as I could.  "Justin!" I loudly repeated as I collapsed onto the floor beside him.  Someone was coming over to me, and they pulled me up before I could lay my arms on Justin.  The person was Kenny.  {A/N: For anyone who may not know, that's Justin's bodyguard.}  He was holding me back, because I was fighting to try to get back to Justin.