His Inspiration (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9

*Felicity's Pov*

I'm so not talking to Justin right now. A few seconds later I heard a beep.

I picked up the phone expecting it to be a voicemail from Justin, to my surprise it was Chaz.

"Hey Felicity, it's Chaz here. I know you don't really know me, but I know Justin. I think it's awesome that you told Pattie. And talking to Justin a few minutes ago, he really needs this help. After going through the rehab, hopefully he'll see what a great choice you made."

Well at least I don't feel like complete shit anymore.

*Justin's Pov*

Chaz spent the night, and we talked over all the crap I've been through since Caitlyn's death, to rejoining the hockey team, to finally my depression. He understands and feels terrible for leaving me in a dark place for so long, like all of my other friends did.

Chaz had just left, and I was packing up my suitcase when I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in" I yelled.

"I want to talk to you." My dad stated as he walked through the door and sat on my bed.

"Go ahead." I responded coldly.

"I just want to know what led you to do this to yourself, and why you went through with it! What the hell has been running through your mind Justin!? Am I that bad if a parent? I do nothing but work to support our family and keep us happy. You have no self worth and it's affecting all of us ..."

"Dad stop!" I yelled.

"Just tell me what I did wrong!" He screamed.

"Absolutely nothing! You and mom had nothing to do with it. It's just after Caitlyn died, a part of me died too. She was like my other half, my light. And all of the shit that came along with that. The sadness of not having her here, quitting the hockey team and getting bullied! It was all too much! I couldn't take the pressure anymore!" I answered truthfully.

Somewhere during my rant I started crying and now was full on sobbing. I'm so pathetic. I was emptying my emotions into my hands when my dad pulled me into a hug.

"Just go into rehab, and get better. You're almost a man now, you can pull through this." My dad advised.

And with that he left, and my mom came in.

"Ready to leave?" She hummed.

" I guess. " I muttered.

I carried my suitcase out to the car while my mom put the address from the pamphlet into our gps.

I slammed the trunk of our car after putting my bags in, and jumped in the backseat.

"Where are Jazzy and Jaxon?" I asked my parents.

" At your grandparents, I told them you were going to an art program for 3 months instead of rehab. I think they're too young to wrap their heads around your situation... Oh and your grandparents will visit in a few days." She added.

The drive was awkward and silent. The facility was 45 minutes away. Hopes rehabilitation.

My dad parked the car, and took out my bags. When we got in we were met by a young nurse in white scrubs.

"Hi everyone, you must be the Bieber family, here to check Justin in?" She said in an annoyingly high pitched voice.

"That we are here to do." My mom said sadly. " I'm Pattie, and this is my husband Jeremy, and son Justin." She introduced us.

After answering my parents questions, she led us back to where I would stay. It resembled an apartment. Minus a kitchenette. When you first walked in there was a living room with a tv, couch, and coffee table. To the left was a full bathroom. And on the right was a bedroom. It doesn't feel very hospital like and that is a relief.

My parents dropped my bags off in my room. They talked to me a bit, and then left. I started to unpack. When the annoying nurse 'Vicky' told me I had my first session in a half hour.

Well this ought to be fun