The Farm House ( A Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 16

"What are you so afraid of?"

What can I say huh? That I'm scared knowing that one day he'll leave me? That one day this will all end? That one day we won't do the things we usually do? That I can't even kiss him anymore nor talk like how we usually talk?

What am I so afraid of?

"Nothing."

You.

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Claire's POV

"Why are you leaving me???"

The 13 year old me sniffed. I looked at her motherly looking face. She smiled painfully, "I have to Maria. I can't stay here anymore."

I screamed, I don't care if I'm throwing a tantrum I want her to stay! "NO! I said why nana! Why are you leaving me?!"

I cried so hard and started rubbing my eyes. Her eyes started glistening, she was starting to tear up. "I'm sorry I--"

A guy in a suit and sunglasses came in. "Morela Vicozzo. The car is waiting."

I started panicking, "Nana....NANA! You can't leave!"

I grabbed on her leg and stayed there. She forcefully removed my hands away from her leg and gave me to another guy who was holding me back. I was crying hysterically, "No! Nana! You can't go! Nana! NANA--

I woke up to someone shaking me. When my eyes opened I realized my head was leaning on someone's chest. With my teary eyes I looked up to Justin who was staring at me worriedly,

My lips started trembling, "Justin." I whispered until I broke down.

He just hugged me and rubbed my back.

I can't. I shouldn't have these nightmares again. It can't come back. It shouldn't. Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have stopped taking those damn pills. Stupid stupid stupid--

"It's okay, it's gonna be okay. I'm here."

I was still crying like a baby. I know, I know I suck at crying, I'll admit i'm not exactly a pretty crier. I've accepted that a long long time ago.

I heard Justin start humming which kind of caught me off guard. He was humming an unknown tune but it calmed me. I was still sniffing and shaking but it was helping. I have something to focus on rather than her. I miss her. I miss her so much.

"Are you better?" he mumbled.

I cleared my throat and sat properly, breaking away from him. "Uhh," I sniffed. "Yeah. Thank you so much Justin, it really helped."

He smiled at me, "No problem." He looked at the walnut pillow right next to me then back at me, "Soo...uhh....do you want to--"

I immediately shook my head. "No. Please. Not yet."

He smiled understandingly, "Okay okay, don't worry I understand."

I smiled then kissed his cheek and made it linger for a few seconds then pulled away. I looked at him seriously, "I'm serious Justin. Thank you. You really helped."

And I swear he really did. Usually whenever I get these nightmares It'd take an hour or two for me to calm down from crying. It's that bad.

He nodded and stood up from my bed, "Anyway, go take a shower cause you smell like a squirrel."

My face fell and I scowled at him. He has creative ways on ruining moments."How would you even know how a squirrel smells like." I muttered