Love Me (JUSTIN BIEBER FAN FICTION) ~NOT EDITED~

Chapter 8

(Brian's P.O.V.)

It's been three days since I've been in the attic. I go down every night and take food from the fridge so I'm not hungry plus there's a bathroom up here. Ive been thinking about how I treated Arianna and it would be a lie if I were to say that I'm not sorry for my actions. She never deserved anything like that. She reminds me so much of Emily and I couldn't bare letting her replace my little girl. I really need to tell her sorry. No matter what Lauren does, she will never be forgiven. I will make her pay for all she did to Emily.

I wasn't always the abusive guy or the drunk. I use to be happy. Me and Lauren use to be happy until she cheated on me. I hit her when I found out about it breaking the most important rule that my father taught me—never hit a woman, no matter what may happen. But I did and I bet he would've never talked to me if he was alive at that time. Lauren told me she was sorry about cheating and wouldn't do it again. She was a very talented liar. She didn't know I installed a tracking device on her phone shortly after that. Lauren was fucking the same guy every other night leaving me alone thinking she was at work or with her sister who was dead long before we where even married, and she never cared to tell me that until I finally confronted her.

Soon Lauren finally stopped. I wanted to leave her but I just couldn't. I loved her so much. She was my first love and my only one. A few months later Lauren found out she was pregnant. I was happier than ever. When I held my baby girl in my hands for the first time it was like nothing I've ever felt. All I wanted to do was protect her and make sure nobody would ever be able to hurt her. Sadly I failed. Lauren for some odd reason got jealous of Emily. I guess she felt as if I neglected her because all my time was spent on making sure Emily turned out okay and that nothing could happen to her. I allowed Lauren to take care of her while I went to work rather than calling off to spend time with Emily.

When I got back home I heard loud cries that sounded like Emily. I ran up the stairs to see Lauren dangling her over the balcony. "You're a bastard child and you don't deserve to be here!" Lauren yelled. At a two year old.

"No mommy please!" Emily yells as tears flood her eyes. "Daddy!" Emily screams to the top of her lungs. Not my baby. I promised never to let anything happen to her. I ran to Lauren and when I was about three feet from ber she looked back. Crazy was in her eyes.

"If you come a step closer I swear to God that I'll drop her without a second thought!" Lauren shouted at me. I froze in my place not moving an inch. Tears where streaming out of my eyes like a waterfall.

"Please, please. Don't hurt her." I sobbed out hopping that somhow she wouldn't drop her. "I'll do anything." My tears came out faster. If she does fall I want her to know something. "I love you Emily!"

"I love you too daddy." She says in a whisper but loud enough for me to faintly hear.

"You would do anything for this piece of shit? She's not even worth me holding. Why would I even care to carry her in my womb?" Lauren says and throws Emily to the ground.

My eyes burst out of my head and I run to the door with an urge to kill Lauren for what she just did. "Emily are you okay?" I ask as I round the corner then I cry like a baby when I see her bones in the weirdest shape, her eyes open. I put my hand on her neck to see if she had some type of pulse—none. I cry harder and harder with her broken little body in my arms rocking her back and foward. Someone so precious, innocent, sweet had to die like this. Barely even living a life. My two year old daughter had to have her own devil as a mother kill her. I look down at Emily and see that some of the tears that she had before her mother dropped her were on her face. I wiped them and layed her down after I softly press my lips to her forehead.

"Daddy will make it all better. She's going to pay for what she did to you. You're always my daughter." I hug her one last time and run up back to the house. Lauren was on the couch flipping through the channels.