Hidden Daughter (Justin Bieber)

15-Good Behavior

Justin's POV:

"Good Morning Biebs! Get up!" Said Sam really hyper taking my blanket off.

"What the hell Sam? You never talk or are happy and today you are extra talkative, just today when I'm more tired than ever" I said getting my head under the pillow. I couldn't sleep last night. Why? Well, there's nothing like your own bed, and the beds in prison suck.

"Biebs, if you get up early, greet the guards or stuff like that maybe they will consider it as a good behavior. Besides, today there's an important visit from the government. Maybe if we show them we are responsable enough we will get out!" said Sam getting all excited again.

"Ok, but only because I would like freedom." I said getting out of bed.

"Yessss the Biebs is outta' bed" Sam started singing along.

"Seriously Sam, are you on something?" I asked him.

"Maybe a little bit of weed I bought from John, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that we are gonna leave sooner than what we thought! WOOHOO!" he said jumping up and down.

"Calm down buddy. I don't want the guards noticing that you are higher than a kite." I said. We waited until Willy, the guard that watches us stood in the front of our cell.

"Wow, you guys up early." He said a little bit surprised.

"Yeah." I said and Sam started to talk.

"We wanted to be productive, you know?" He said chuckling.

"Sam talking and being productive? My man, where's our Sam? What did you do to him?" Said Willy making fun of Sam's mood today. Willy has become one of our friends here. Even though he's a cop, he treats us as human beings and not just some prisoners.

"Yeah Willy, he's being a pain in the ass today." I said rolling my eyes. Willy looked at me while shaking he's head.

"Oh Biebs. Be happy! Don't get all irritated because of nothing. We get you want to have a good behaviour because you want to leave early but, live a little. Example: you can be like Sam and buy stuff from John." said Willy. I never thought a guard like Willy would endorse that. I'm shook.

"What the hell Willy? You are supposed to be a cop" I said laughing.

"Yeah but you need to relax. Besides, with you I don't feel like a cop, I feel like your friend. So count on me for everything ok? I have to go. Bye." said Willy walking away leaving me and Sam alone.

"Yo Willy, you forgot to lead us to breakfast man" I said and Willy came and opened the cell. He took us to the lunchroom. It was full of guys. All of them seemed pretty dangerous. Anyways, I took a plate and the lunch ladies started serving me my food. Ugh this food is so disguting. Like, I know we should be thankful for what we have but this doesn't even seem like reall food. Confirmed: the governemnt wants to kill us. I started eating my food slowly. I looked towards the doors of the lunchrooms and there was the famous visit everybody's been talking about all week. They were looking straight at me while I was eating, one of them started writing down something in her black notebook. They continued to look at me, I started getting worried.

Sam sat on front of me at the same table I was. "Yo Sam, have any idea why they looking at us?" I said. Sam was already stuffing his face with the horrible food from the cafeteria.

"Oh, they are checking your behavior probably. If you behave good and you have recomendations from guards, you may go home." said Sam as he continued eating

"Ok. I'm gonna try to continue this act maybe I'll get to my house soon. I need to settle some stuff." I said. I really wanted Liv back in my life, even if she was a little bit of a pain in the ass. Maybe Bella will let me see my little girl.

"You really want to go home don't you kid?" said Sam as he continued talking. "But guess what, its not gonna be the same again. Ever. Even though you are legally out of jail, people are gonna see you as a fugitive. Because you can live a whole life being good, not doing anything wrong but most people will judge you for your mistakes. Don't think your friends will all be there, only the real ones will define you for what you are.

And that really got me thinking. I just want to ask to my fans, my friends, my family, will you always be there? Or, is it too late now to say sorry?