Don't give up // justin bieber

Thirteen

Justin

How can they take Jazzy away like that? Why did they have to take her away? I don't understand. I want her back and so does Riley. She hasn't stopped crying since Jazzy left.

"Ssh. We will find her and go get her back." I coo'ed.

"I'm going home." She said as she got up.

I got up as well. "What are you doing?" She asked confused.

"I'm not letting my baby go home by herself this late and in this condition. I don't want you to get hurt. So I'm going with you."

"Thanks. But you're not allowed to leave." She hugged me tight.

"No problem. And I don't care. C'mon. Let's go."

I took her hand and we left the hospital. I really don't care if I'm not allowed to leave. I cannot let my girl going home by herself when she's upset.

"Mom dad, this is Justin my boyfriend. Justin, this are my parents."

"Nice to meet you. I've heard alot about you." Riley's mom smiled.

"Mom." Riley whined.

"Nice to meet you too." I said and shook her hand.

"Riley, I thought you said he wasn't your boyfriend." Her dad smirked.

"We weren't dating yet."

"Well Justin seems like a really cool guy."

"Thanks." I smiled.

"Why didn't you bring Jazzy? I love to meet the little girl." Her mom said.

Oh bad move. Bad move. Riley burst out crying and ran upstairs.

"Did I say something wrong?" Her mom asked.

I shook my head.

"It's just that when we came back from our date, they were about to take Jazzy away. Riley didn't want to. Neither did I because we love her so much and she means alot to us. But they took her away anyway. We don't wanna lose her. She even used to call Riley mommy. She saw Riley as her mom. We can't live without her." I explained.

"She can't stop talking about the little girl. We gotta do something." Her mom said and looked at Riley's dad who nodded.

What's going on?

Riley

I want Jazzy back. How can they just take her away? I don't understand! I want my little girl! yes, MY little girl! She means so much to me and I love her so so so much.

Look at me; I'm crying over a 3 year old who I treat like my daughter but isn't my real daughter..

Why is life so complicated?!