Break Bieber's Heart (A Justin Bieber FanFiction)

9- She's Miley?

Chapter 9

Justin

Damn. Was that Miley?!

how did she became...became what she is now? Did she changed because I kissed her yesterday? Heck yeah! I knew I got that affect on her...but, why did she just refused me? is she like playing hard to get? oh no..she's being feisty, I like it.

I've known Miley since in 3rd  grade. I used to have a crush on her then, Infact she was my first crush. I remember the time when I always snatch her pencils or steal her glasses on purpose just for her to notice me. Well, I was acting naughty and rude. I kept bugging her. One time, I trip her foot in the playground thats why she ended up stumbling and she fell afterwards unto the hard concrete ground. she broke her ankle and it was the first time I saw her cry...I felt guilty after that because I thought it would be funny but instead, she ended up crying. My heart tore into pieces and I was looking at her with sympathy. All I wanted to do that time was to hug her but then I hesitated because she might think that i'm some pussy. that's why I just threw her my handkerchief and ran away because I can't stand seeing her crying because of me. After that incident happen, I quit bugging her around, I started avoiding her. I was also facing some family problems thats why in school- I was in boundaries, I was problematic.

I started denying my feelings towards her and as time flew by, the feelings were totally gone and I completely changed. I was no longer the boy that feels sympathy...I act calm on everything, I'm living with a carefree life and I'm playing my life like a game...I don't really take things seriously.

I've been pretty busy with playing girls since then until I haven't noticed Miley anymore, it was like she was crossed out of my life, I forgot about her already. Well, I forgot about her until she bumped on me yesterday...I didn't knew that she was Miley at first because I never saw her ever since that playground incident happened 9 years ago. I thought it was just some nerd who bumped on me that's why I instantly yelled at her but when she turned to face me, I realized that it was Miley. Miley, the girl that I used to have a crush on.

The last time I saw her was when she was still wearing braces, her cheeks were still chubby and her hair were tied into pigtails... but now, she looked beautiful. she's beautiful even though she didn't wore any makeup she's very natural and I'm amused. She accidentally poured her smoothie all over my shirt and I admit I was beyond pissed but then it was Miley- I can let her go through with it, but then she started hyperventilating. she thought that I'll hit her or something.

She told me that she was so sorry and she told me that she'll do everything to make it up to me that's why I pulled her wrist and dragged her into the Janitor's Closet. I brought her there because I wanna smoothen things up but then my hormones took over me that's why I ended up kissing her. she was just too irresistible and I thought it was the perfect time to kiss her since no one else was around. I started to kiss her softly but then she didn't kissed me back..I knew she wouldn't because I kissed her surprisingly unexpected. however, I felt something special with her when I kissed her- it wasn't like any ordinary kiss at all, this might sound clingy but yeah...I felt things that are unexplainable. I admitted it to her that I felt some kind of explosive when I kissed her but i'm in doubt about her believing me.

Now I sound like some guy in some chick-flicks.

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"Mr. Bieber? Are you even paying attention?" Mr. Bolton asked. My eyes widened when realized that I was zoned out by my thoughts and I was barely listening to the discussion.

"yes, sir" I lied as I accumulated myself from the deep thoughts that took over me.

"ok then. if you're really paying attention, what does Repression mean?" He scoffed while looking at me in disbelief.

"I...uh...uhmm" I stuttered, not knowing what to answer. My palms started to sweat and I was beyond tensed by the pressure since everyone was looking at me waiting for my dashing answer.

"Sir! I'll answer your question instead" Miley declared standing up from chair, revealing her perfectly shaped long flawless legs...imma perv...I wonder how soft and flawless would it feel if I'll touch those ;)

"Repression is another well-known defense mechanism. repression acts to keep information out of conscious awareness. However, these memories don't just disappear; they continue to influence our behavior. for example, a person who has repressed memories of abuse suffered as a child may later have difficulty forming relationships" Miley concluded and I was as well as stunned at the moment while processing her answer into my brain.

'a person who has repressed memories of abuse suffered as a child may later have difficulty forming relationships'

'a person who has repressed memories of abuse suffered as a child may later have difficulty forming relationships'

'a person who has repressed memories of abuse suffered as a child may later have difficulty forming relationships'

Miley's answer hit me..well, repression hit me.

8 years ago, my Mom abuses me. Ever since she had a miscarriage with my sister Jazzy in her womb, she started going depressed. She took drugs and she blames everyone with her miscarriage, when she sees me- she would hurt me Violently. She would go out every night and she would  bring drug addicts and drunk guys home with her, they'll end up grinning each other and sometimes they'll either harass me or steal some of Dad's money whom he keeps inside the house incase of emergency. I started to hate my Mom and would sometimes self-harm.

My Dad was blind with everything because he was too busy to witness the things that my Mom had been doing although he knew she was into drugs, he even convinced her to go to rehab but it was useless anyway because what's the point of convincing some drug addict?! They can't even think straight...it's like they're already broke, they ruined their lives.

Months passed and my Mom ran away from home. She left me and my Dad, she left the family she ought to take care of. My Dad's business bankrupt since he was depressed all the way. My Dad became miserable, he started to drink liquor every night to take all the pain away...he even skips meals, he haven't ate a single thing. My Dad was going worser and worser everyday, he started going skinny and he went bald, His eyes were all yellowish and he's paler than ever.

(TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER)

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