Lost Without You (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 18-Adjustments

"Diana," my father breathed, "it's so good to see you." He reached out to pull me into a hug.

What. The. Fuck.

"Oh my god," I muttered.

My father continued to look at me. But honestly, what the fuck was going on? What kind of person just shows up after leaving their family? Literally what the fuck is my life; bye, anything is possible at this point; I don't get life; I quit; nope.

What the fucking fuck was he doing here?

Was I being Punk'D or some shit? Was this just some kind of joke? Was I having a nightmare?

Apparently not seeing as I dug my fingernail into my palm and felt the stinging sensation.

The silence only made me more frustrated. "What the hell are you doing here?" I shouted at him, backing up slightly to feel Justin's protective arm around my waist.

My dad's eyes widened, surprised that I had cursed at him. "Look, I know this is crazy...but I read in the newspaper what happened. I meant to call you—"

"When? Three years ago?" I shot back.

He closed his eyes, taking the blow. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I flew here all the way from Sarasota."

Really? The fucking newspaper? No one even reads those!! And that's when you show up? When people know of my existence? What the hell is wrong with you? Go back to your Florida partying.

My head was spinning. I could feel the shock and anger burning in my heart.

"That is none of your concern, Father," I spat at him. "Who the hell do you think you are? I haven't seen you in years because you walked out on us! You threw away this family, your children! You think you can just show up and ask me how I'm doing? You're freaking insane!" I shouted, and he winced. "You don't know me and you never will again. That is a promise, not a threat."

"Diana—"

"Get away from me." He could obviously tell how tense I was. I had never heard my own voice sound to stern and hateful. My dad stared at me.

"You heard her," Justin said. "Get out."

My dad continued to stare at me with sad eyes until Justin slammed the door shut.

Who did he think he was, coming here? Why was he here? I haven't seen him and years and he has the nerve to just fucking come to the house? I feel like I'm on fricking General Hospital or some shit! Can't things just be boring for like three seconds??

I felt my breathing pick up and my heartbeat quicken. My mind began to go blank. It felt as though the room around me was closing in, continually getting smaller. I faintly heard Justin calling my name, but soon heard nothing, completely numb and unaware of my surroundings. I was sinking down lower and lower until I was on my knees, then fell back on my butt. I looked around, and I didn't know where I was. All I could think of was a blank fear taking over. My entire body felt numb.

Something touched my arm, and I screeched. I scooted away from whoever it was. There was a boy and a woman. I didn't know who they were or what they were saying. I had a sudden fear they were going to hurt me in some way. I was terrified and didn't know why. I didn't know where I was or what was going on.

I crawled over to a corner and pulled my knees into my chest, curling into a ball. I'm not sure how long I was there.

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