Trouble. (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Trouble Is Out

He was bad. He was hot... He was in jail? Justin woke up in the morning to his cellmate sobbing again. He shook his head at him. What a pussy. Justin sat up in his bed and took a look at Mell- his jail mate.

"Morning bro." Justin said in his raspy voice.

Mell kept crying, continuing to write his letter to his wife and kids.

Although Mell was a total cry baby, Justin still had a soft spot for him. Mell was currently in jail for killing someone who almost raped his thirteen year old daughter. You would think that it was self defense right? It was... but Mell didn't just kill him with a gun, he beat him to death in front of his kids.

The system of course didn't see it as self-defense, so they put him in jail for twenty years with no bail.

Justin got up and stretched his arms, waiting until these bastards would let them out to get something to eat. He went to the corner of the cell which had a tiny sink and the dirtiest mirror. Looking in the mirror, he saw his light brown eyes drooping.

Although, he looked like a zombie Justin still smirked at himself in the mirror. He was still a complete hunk.

"Hey pretty boy! Get your things. You're out of here."

Justin turned his head to the guard outside of the bars. "What?"

"I said get your stuff. You're being let out early for good behavior." The guard folded his arms and opened the bars.

Justin smiled widely and turned to Mell. Mell was some what smiling at his young cell mate.

"Looks like you're out, man." He sort of whined.

Justin kept smiling and gave Mell a pat on the back.

"You take care alright?"

Justin walked right out of his cell and smirked. He didn't have anything anyway. The guard shut the bars and grabbed Justins arm, Justin pulling away from him.

"The fuck? Man don't touch me." He said to the short and chubby police officer

"Don't think I can't put you right back in that hell whole." The guard smirked.

Justin scoffed and started walking down to the front of the jail. He knew his whole way around here.

As he walked down he saw all of the other bastards that he definitely won't miss.

"Ahh I see pretty boy is being let out!" An African American man had said, in a cruel like way.

"Yeah, you won't be out anytime soon." Justin smirked.

Ignoring all the other comments, Justin had finally made it down to the front.

*****

After all of the unessasary procedures, Justin was outside. Smiling at the sun, he thought about life in that shitty jail.

Justin went to Juvie at age fifteen, and was forced to leave when he was eighteen-to go to a real jail of course. At the young age of fifteen, Justin was selling illegal weapons and Marjauana on the streets.

Although, it was a terrible thing to do, Justin did make good money on it.

Looking at the parking lot, he saw a woman sitting on a car. He sighed and walked over to it. The woman saw Justin and smiled brightly, but he didn't return it.

"Long time no see, bro." Justin's older sister Kara said to him and embraced him into a tight hug. "Ew you stink."

Justin rolled his eyes at his twenty six year old sister.