Bad Habits (Justin Bieber fanfic)

Chapter 1: "You owe me."

Song to listen to while reading:
Habits(Stay high)- Tove Lo, Hippie sabotage Remix

Alaina's POV

As usual I was coked up. To any usual person, it would seem insane that a nineteen year old girl who looks completely fine on the outside, did this. But I didn't take Coke on the regular of course. I did other drugs a lot as well.

Sometimes I would do bars (aka Xanax) which always made me feel tired and droopy. Other times I did different pills. Sometimes I drank lean which is codeine cough syrup. Sometimes I would drop acid and completely trip.

In my world, life's like a party. Just gotta enjoy every bit. Even if that means most nights you're fucked up on something.

It was like any other night. I was at the club downtown with my best friend Karen. Karen and I have been best friends since I was Fourteen. Basically since freshmen year in high school.

School finally ended for us last year. And I was still living in my foster home with my foster mom, and other foster kids. Sad right? I should of been moved out by now.

Karen and I danced with random guys basically all night. I was having such a blast. I usually spend my nights like this. Either completely drunk or on some type of drug.

"I'm gonna step outside for some fresh air." I yelled at Karen over the music.

She simply nodded as she grinded her butt against some hispanic guy. I made my way through the crowd and out the doors.

The wind hit my face as I was feeling better than ever. Coke often made me feel happy.

I pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. I stood against the brick wall outside as I took a few puffs. I decided to walk around the parking lot since I had nothing to really do. I was high out of my mind, so taking a walk to the parking lot was like an adventure to me.

As my high heel black boots clicked on the cement, I dropped my cigarette when someone grabbed my arm.

"John you scared the fuck out of me!" I put my hand over my heart.

John was one of my drug dealers. He also had a little crush on me ever since he started doing business with me.

"I knew it was you from behind." He grabbed my waist from the front.

I pushed him off of me.

"Chill man. For the millionth time I'm not into you like that." I said as if I really had said it a million times before.

"Aye don't fucking forget you still owe me from last month." He snapped.

Justin's POV

I had came to this random club tonight to meet up with someone. I was selling them weed in the back of the club. My gang stayed at home while I handled this one.

I pointed the gun under my jacket to the dude I was selling to.

"You just make sure I get the rest of the fucking money or imma kill you." I harshly said to the guy.

He nodded in fear and quickly walked away. I headed to the front of the parking lot to get into my black corvette.

Stopping in my tracks I noticed a girl yelling at a guy.

"I don't care what the hell I owe you John! Leave me alone!" She yelled at him as he came closer to her.

He then pushed her up against a car, hard enough to where I could hear a loud sound.

"Listen you fucking bitch!" He yelled, but before he could finish his sentence I grabbed him from the back of the collar and swung him to the ground.

"Don't fucking lay a hand on her again you son of a bitch!" I punched him in the face giving him a bloody nose.

"Get the fuck up!" I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to stand up.

He covered his bloody nose and walked away.

"Just wait on it bitch!" He yelled back at the girl.

I watched as he wobbled to his car and sped off.

"Thanks." The girls voice said coming from behind me.

"No big deal." I shrugged and walked off.

Alaina's POV

"Oh my god so this random dude just beat him up?" Karen asked as her hands were on the wheel.

"Basically yeah. He completely slammed John on the concrete and punched him in the face!" I said astoundingly.

"That's just insane. But why do you owe John in the first place?" She raised her brows.

"Coke." I muttered looking out the window.

"Really Alaina? I thought you were done with that stuff. I wouldn't be mad if it was weed, but really? Coke?" She said in concern.

I've always had so many drug problems. As people would say. When my foster mom Janice found out, she cried. She didn't know how to stop me.

"It's fine Karen. Look at me." I told her.

Karen glanced at me with worried eyes.

"See I'm fine. Do I seem at all crazy to you?" I questioned.

"Wait, so you're Coked up right now?"

I bit my lip.

"Oh my goodness!" She said into surprise as she pulled up to my home, well foster home.

"Well you better crawl through your window fast before Janice finds out you've snuck out!" She advised me.

This was the usual thing ever weekend. Yeah I'm nineteen, but living in a foster home I have to respect everyone and not come home so late. So I usually just sneak out and crawl through the window.

I shut the car door quietly and made my way to the porch. I climbed on some chairs to get up on the porch roof. When I did, I found my room window and opened it quietly.

I hopped in trying not to wake the others. I shared a room with a nine year old named, Ally. And a fifteen year old named Penny.

As soon as I stepped in the light turned on.

"Where were you?" Penny questioned with her arms crossed. Oh my goodness this fifteen year old was like my mother.

"I went out." I shrugged.

"Out? Janice would be fucking furious if she found out you weren't home-" she glanced at her phone. "At two in the morning."

"Hey watch your mouth kiddo." I snapped.

Yeah I did bad things, had bad habits...but I watched out for these kids. I was the oldest foster kid in the house, but I treated them like my own sisters and brothers. Each and every one of them.

"Alaina we are all worried about you!All you ever do is go out and live the party life." Penny frowned.

"And there's no need to be. I'm fine." I promised.

I was used to saying that though. 'I'm fine' it was what I told people like 10 times a day it felt like almost.

The thing was, I wasn't fine. I wasn't ever fine. As the years go by I always feel like things are getting worse. I am so broken that I can physically feel it. It's not even being sad anymore, it's more like it's physically hurting my body...

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First chapter done! Hope you guys like it, it's starts off a little slow but just wait!

I have a good feeling about this new book! But it you haven't already, go check out my other fanfic please. Make sure you like and comment!

-illyana