Justin Bieber interracial Imagines

Cuts

I sat on the bathroom floor, leaning up against the wall.

Since when has my life been so depressing

I held some tissue over my cuts. There was already blood on the floor, that's just from when I started. I rested my head on the wall, closing my eyes.

I felt the wall slightly shake, causing me to open my eyes.

"I'm back from the studio!" Justin called

I hurried to clean up the blood and flushing the tissue. I looked around for a place to hide the razor, scrambling through my drawer, I place it in the very back. Pulling my sleeves down on my shirt and hoping that any blood wouldn't leak through.

There was a knock at the door

"Baby, you okay in there?" Justin asked

"Yea, fine"

"Just making sure"

Good, I have time...

I grabbed the first aid kit from under the counter and cleaned myself up, putting bandages on my arms. I opened the bathroom door, Justin was sitting on the edge of the bed watching tv.

"Hey babe" Justin smiled

"Hey" I barely spoke

Justin grabbed my waist, placing me on his lap.

"How was your day?" Justin's hand caressed my outer thigh

"Its been good, sort of better than others"

"Can I have a kiss?" Justin smiled

I leaned down pressing my lips to his.

"I love you" he whispered

"I love you too"

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"Baby?" Justin called from upstairs

I got up from the couch and walked upstairs to the room Justin and I share.

"Yea?"

"Who's this?" Justin held up my phone

I'd gotten a text from a number I didn't recognize. They told me to go kill myself.

My eyes started to water and I began picking at my nails.

"I don't know" I looked down, trying to keep Justin from seeing my face

He unlocked my phone scrolling through all the hatred texts that were sent to me.

"How did all of these people get your number?!" Justin was not happy

"Come here" I sat on the edge of the bed next to him "I'm going to get your number changed, don't give it out to anyone, unless their number can't be given out either" I nodded my head, still looking down

Justin reached for my arm, there was nothing I could do. If I pulled away, he'd know, but if I let him he would know. There was no way out.

"Be honest with me, baby" he gripped my sleeve, looking me in the eyes "did you?"

I sniffed, wiping away some tears before looking in his eyes. It broke my heart, but I can't lie to him. I nodded my head slightly. My sleeve was completely raised and he began to unwrap my bandage. The cuts came into sight, leaving Justin in tears.

"Why do you do this to yourself?"

"I...it makes...it's just..." I couldn't get any words out of my mouth

"Look at me" Justin turned my head "I don't ever want to see you do this again. I will check you everyday if I have to."

I didn't know what to do...

"Do you know what would happen to me if I lost you? Do you not know how much I love you? I'm here for you to talk to if you need me. I don't care what I'm doing, just call me. If you need me to come home I will, nothing is more important than you, okay?"

Justin wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Promise me that you won't do it anymore?" I looked into his eyes

"Please?"

"Okay...I-I promise"

Justin wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in bed with him.

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