Nurture. (A Justin Bieber's FanFic)

19;Worst Nightmare

Isabelle's POV

"Isabelle" Justin whines "I said no" I mumble and dug my face in my pillow as I hold it tighter. "We need to go and pick our moms" he says, "my head hurts" I whisper, "Yeah, cause you've gotten drunk, again" he says. I close my eyes tightly feeling my head pounding.

It's time of our moms arrival. It's been three weeks since me and Justin have gotten back to best friends. Three weeks of having my freedom. Three clean weeks of beating and raping. Two weeks of having fun. One week of seeing Tom almost every day around the neighborhood. One week of partying every day and getting drunk. and here I am, paying for my actions.

"Taylor is so going to pay for this" he mumbles, I roll my eyes "He's done nothing" I mumble, "Oh, Yeah? Really? cause from what i'm seeing, everyday you go with him to a house party, getting drunk and god knows what you do there" he says, "It's not all bad" I mumble.

"Isabelle" he rubs his fingers through his hair "I've found you three days ago laughing in the wide dark streets all alone at 4 AM!" he screams making me flinch. here it goes again.

"You need to stop hanging out with that Taylor dude" he says, oh god. not this again. "He's such a bad influence, do you know he's with a different girl every-" I cut him off "Oh don't go to that part Justin, we both know you and him are the same when it comes to girls" I say, his face suddenly softens and he licks his lips and shakes his head.

"I'm not like him. Don't go to that part Isabelle" he says, I hold my hands in defense "When it comes to girls only" I say and flip on my stomach. "what were you doing at 4AM by the way?" I ask, "what do you think? searching on you!" he says with anger in his voice. I gulp.

"Come on get up. we need to make you look like the perfect daughter when your mom arrives. she can't see you like this" he says, he's right.

I sit up on my bed and look around my new room and rub my eyes. "Okay" I whisper. "Have you been eating Isabelle?" suddenly Justin asks, I look down at my body and notice that I'm still in my clothes last night. Baby pink high-waisted shorts, and my white crop top. I look at my legs that are getting skinnier.

Have I been eating? No. for the past week all I've been doing is hanging out with Taylor partying at 8 PM till the morning, then sleep. wake up in the evenings, have a little snack, chat with a Justin, then go to another party.

"What do you mean Justin? I would've been dead" I say shrugging, he rolls his eyes. "Come on take these pills" he says and gives me two pills with a cup of water. I swallow them "Thanks" I mumble.

"Come on, get up! you need to shower. you smell alcohol" he says, I lay back into my bed and shake my head. "I'm so tired" I mumble. "Jesus" Justin whispers.

"If your mom saw you like that, she would kill you! Look at you for god's sake!" he says, "Justin" I whine, "Just leave" I mumble feeling my headache gets stronger, he sighs and gets up. "Come on, to shower baby" he says as he takes my hand and makes me get up, his hands hold my body securely as we walk to the bathroom.

We reach the bathroom and he takes out a new towel and hangs it on the door of the shower. I look at the mirror and notice all my mascara and eye liner have been ruined. and my skin is a little paler.

"I'll be outside cooking some breakfast. Hurry" he says as he leaves and closes the door. I sigh and take off my clothes and get inside the shower.

After I'm done showering, I wrap the towel around me, and then I brush my hair. After that, I put on my galaxy leggings, and a black loose shirt with a whole open back. I don't even bother to put on a bra and I hurry and slip on my black socks.