Tainted → Justin Bieber

TWENTY-TWO.

"I planned something for us to do today," Justin smiled. He watched the small girl as she sat on his bed, looking around cautiously. He noticed that she'd been acting weird since she came over a half hour ago. He thought maybe Amber opened her mouth after all. But then he pushed that thought out of his head because if that was the case she would've avoided him completely. 

"Yeah?" Lacey forced a smile. Every time she blinked, an image of her three year old nephew popped in her head. 

"Justin. His name is Justin." 

Lianna's words stuck to Lacey's mind like glue. Was her boyfriend, Justin Bieber, the father of her sister's son. She didn't want to start making assumptions but honestly, how could she not? The guy that Lianna had an affair with was from New York, had a mother named Pattie, and an uncle named Gregg. If that wasn't enough evidence to piece to Justin then she didn't know what was. Lacey didn't want to come straight out and ask Justin if he knew Lianna, if he was the father of her nephew because surely he would lie. Just four days ago he was asking her about Lianna as if he didn't even know her. 

"Yep." Justin clapped. "We're always in the house so we're going out."

"Where?" Lacey asked.

"You'll see." Justin joined Lacey's side and pulled her into him, placing a small kiss on her forehead. He felt her tense up a little, something she hasn't done while she was with him. Something was definitely going on. Nevertheless, he ignored it and sighed, "Well, I'm going to take a shower. I'll be out in twenty minutes or so. You okay?"

Lacey avoided eye contact as she nodded her head and let out a small, "Yes."

Justin hopped up from the bed, grabbed his towel and left out of the room. Lacey waited until she heard the shower being turned on before she sprung up and began to look through Justin's things. She knew it was an invasion of privacy but she needed answers and she needed them fast. She would be quick. Justin would never even know. 

She started with the the draws to his nightstand. On top was the letter that she wrote to him, ten things about her filling it. She smiled instinctively, forgetting the reason why she was going through his things in the first place. Snapping back into reality, she tossed the letter aside and rummaged through the different wrist watches, chains, lighters, and even an old New York I.D. Having no luck there, she leaned across the bed and went through the other one, only to find gamer magazines. Lacey frustratingly closed the drawer and started for the dresser. She pulled open the first one, shuffling through his socks and underwear. Still, she found nothing. After trying the next five drawers and having absolutely no luck, she sunk back down onto the bed and let out a huge sigh. She was hoping to find at least a small piece of information that would possibly link Justin to her sister but she couldn't. She decided to let the situation go for now, until she could find something that would confirm that Justin in fact knew and knows Lianna. 

Within the next five minutes Justin returned to his room in a towel. "Give me a few minutes to get dressed and then we're out of here." 

"Okay," Lacey sighed. 

"I'll change in the closet since you're here," Justin uttered. A smirk appeared on his lips as he said, "That's only if--"

"Go in the closet Justin," Lacey laughed. She kept a smile on her face as she watched him saunter over to the closet and pull the door open. 

Justin turned back to her  and smiled, "Five minutes babe." 

As Justin stood in front of the closet door, Lacey's eyes traveled to a medium sized box that sat at the top of it. She looked down at him before he noticed where she was looking and half smiled, "Okay."