Justin's POV
I look around the police station and gulp. My whole body is shacking. I look down at my bloody hands and close my eyes.
I promised her, I fucking promised her..
I promised her he's never going to lay any hand on her as long as I'm alive. But now look at me, sitting hopeless, just wanting to scream and cry.
I look on my left and see Ryan staring at the floor in complete shock.
I shake my head and take a deep breath, we were fine just hours ago, and now look at us.
Both of us are torn apart.
"Ryan, drink some water" I say as I notice that he's in a complete shock, "she's dead.. Isabelle's dead" he whispers, I glare at him "She's not dead"
"She's dead" he whispers, "if we just came five minutes earlier, maybe we could've saved her" Ryan whispers, I shake my head "she's not dead"
"She's dead" he whispers, "SHE'S NOT DEAD RYAN" I suddenly scream as I feel tears building in my eyes. Man up Justin. She's not dead.
"Mr. Bieber, Mr. Butler" I look at the policeman as he mentions for us to follow him, I stand up and wipe away the tears that are fighting to fall and take a deep breath.
Everything's going to be Okay.
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Nurture. (A Justin Bieber's FanFic)
FanfictionNurture /ˈnərCHər/ noun the process of caring for and encouraging the growth or development of someone or something. "you've changed" he suddenly says, "You don't even know me" I say, "We used to hang out all the times, how can you say that? I know...
