A Player Felt Love (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 17: Letting Go

(Justin’s P.O.V)

“Where are we going to find her? What are we going to do? Where might she be?” Chaz blurted out these questions as he paced back and forth in the room. Everything was just too much for me right now. When I returned from the airport, I told everyone what happened and ever since then I’ve been bombarded with questions all over. Already everything’s to tough for me and here my own family doesn’t understand.

“You didn’t even have the decency to ask her where was she going?” Ryan asked, pissed off. I groaned as I rolled my eyes.

“Would you stop playing the blame game here! The situation was already so tensed there! I didn’t even got the chance to properly see her face, for God’s sake!” I exclaimed as I rested my head in my hands, taking all my stress out. It all got so frustrating. It’s not like I wanted her to leave! Just one mistake is all it took me to be here.

“Blame game? We don’t need to play the blame game, Justin, because everyone knows it’s your fault!” Christian argued. I got up from my place in anger as I looked down at him, sitting on the sofa.

“My fault? MY fault? YOU guys were the ones who dared me to sleep one night with her over fifty dollars! What the fuck is wrong with you? Suddenly, when everything’s messed up, you put all the blame on me? Are you fucking kidding me right now?!” I yelled in anger and frustration. I saw Christian’s feature softened as guilt took over him. He finally got the balls to realize he had to stop blaming me for everything and had to quit making me feel more fucked up than I already do.

“I-I’m sorry, man-”

“Save it, man” I snapped as I turned around and stormed out of the house. I really needed some time alone otherwise you’d see people headless running around. I was furious and depressed at the moment.

Everything I’d think about would get me towards thinking more about Femke. Every sight in front of me would have something related to Femke.

Like, if I’d see an old couple walking.

Femke and me.

If I’d see an ice-cream stand.

Me buying Femke an ice-cream on our date.

If I’d see balloons flying.

Hoping Femke would be on one of them.

Stupid? Hell yeah. But I couldn’t help it.

I HAD to figure out a way to get in contact with her. I just had to.

(Femke’s P.O.V)

“Are you sure about this, Femke?” my aunt, Melissa, asked me as she folded my shirt and kept it in the drawer. I had now decided on permanently shifting here, to USA. I didn’t want any type of connection with Justin OR Ontario OR Canada anymore. That one stupid mistake was what ruined me. And I couldn’t give him a chance to do it again.

“Yes, aunt Melissa. I hope you’re okay with me staying here. I just need to find a hotel. As soon as I get settled in, I’ll move out. I promise” I replied.

“No, no Femke, honey. That’s not the problem. I’d LOVE to have you stay here for the rest of your life!” she said as I chuckled. She could be so adorable sometimes. One of the reasons why I love her so much. “It’s just that- that I’m scared for you! What if you don’t get along? What if these people hurt you?” she panicked. I sighed as I rested my hand on her shoulder.

“They can’t hurt me more than the people who hurt me back there in Ontario” I said. She furrowed her eye brows together as she examined my soft features.

“Huh?” she asked, confused.

“You won’t understand,” I said, grabbing my jacket and shuffling it on. “I’m going to take a walk for a while”

“Be back by supper!”

“Sure thing” I gave her a peck on the cheek before exiting the house. The cold chilly wind of the early November hitting my cheeks as I made my way down the lane. I must admit, New York inspires me. All the green trees with white blossoms over it and birds chirping on top of it. Things couldn’t be more perfect for me since this was all I needed to get my mind off that one guy whom I hated more than my guts right now.

Seriously, I was even more stupid than a chicken who thinks she can drive, to think that I could possibly change Justin. I tried. I tried hard. That time when I made him feel better about himself so he wouldn’t self-harm and I helped him get through the case that happened with his mom. It wasn’t for nothing. He should’ve realized my love for him before he took that step. I don’t think I might ever be able to forgive him. This is just too unforgettable and unbearable to forgive. The memory of me waking up in Chaz’s guest room and walking over to the lounge to hear their horrific conversation is just a dreadful memory. It hits me like a ton of rock whenever I recall over it.

But now, my main goal was to move on. Forget about Justin and focus on my life. This was more important.

I can never change Justin. And never will. So it’s best to let go. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

So, I took a deep breath, and let it go.

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