I'm Not Sorry: A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction

Five

♥ p r a n k e d ♥

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The only thing I could hear, was Justin's gasp apart from the slicing silence that held all of us still. However, I'm the only thing my very own mother could see reflecting off my eyes were pure hatred and disgust.

I couldn't help the stinging tears that were lining up in my eyes; neither could I stop the blood within me to boil with the fury that was seeping right through the pores of my skin―as the blood pressure in my head rised, I felt myself growing dizzier and dizzier; my head becoming heavier.

Humans aren't toys, much less babies.

They can't be given away or abandoned whenever, however and anywhere over no valid reason. This is so fucked up. "What in the bloody sake of God's did you just say?" It took me a fricking shitload to just remain this calm when all I really wanted to do was scream her damn head off.

I even glazed over the fact that, for the very first time, I was using foul words against my mom. Goddamn, I swear I'll never be able to hear the end of it later on, but do I really care right now? Eff to the no.

After a few minutes of keeping our gazes in line, she began nodding sadly as she dropped her eyes from mine. "Justine, listen, sweetheart. I have no other choice―"

"Well," I took a step forward and got in her way off retreating steps. I sent a chilly smile her way. "Here's what I'll let you know―I'd be the worst fucking person in this world to let you give them up just like that." I hissed lowly, curling my fingers into my palms to form fists.

I didn't bother to even give her time to speak up again.

Without another word but a simple, rude glare, I stomped away towards the stairs and climbed all the way up with all my might just to run into the twins' room to ensure that they're safe and still around. I know Justin had followed behind me, but I also know he couldn't really fall onto my step because I was anxious and way faster than him.

Pushing the door open, I was expecting a fit of giggles to burst out loud but instead, I heard nothing. My eyes scanned the room to search for any one of them who could be hiding, but nothing.

"Jus―" Justin began, but I cut him off abruptly by sprinting past him to make my way back down. Finding sight of Mom, I sent her the darkest glare I could. "Return me, my siblings," I emphasized clearly, scowling at her, trying not to make a big fuss because that's the only thing I'm capable of.

But she didn't say anything. She didn't even look at me; all she did was remain quiet with her eyes on the ground and that frustrated me more than anything. So my siblings were gone now? They're with strangers now?

Just, bloody hell.

Before I knew it, many people began gathering in the living room from all parts of the house, making me furrow my eyebrows; confusion thick in my head. Who were they, and what the hell were they doing here?

I narrowed my eyes down to slits just to express my confusion but slowly, at the moment realization slapped me hard across the face to wake me up, my fingers made their way into my messy brown hair and tangled themselves in it until I slipped an unattractive growl out of my throat, trying to hide my humiliation.

"Trust you to do this kind of stupid thing," I grumbled rudely, glaring at mom again, this time not over hatred but over how ridiculous she was. "Do you know you were just one step away from ruining our relationship? God, it's like you're not even the mother here, Jesus Christ."