Guilt. ( Justin Bieber Fanfiction )

Chapter 9. - Bullets.

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I tossed and turned in bed forcing myself to sleep considering it was now 1:00am.

With so much on my mind I had finally accepted the fact that sleep wasn't coming to me any time soon. I layed with my back flat against my mattress, tracing the ceiling patterns with my eyes, feeling an anonymous emotion grow within me. Shaking my head with pure angst, I lifted my head off my pillow before removing my feet from under the warmth of my duvets allowing them to swing of my bed. Grabbing my robe from one of the 4 bed stands, I slid on my slippers and stood up deciding to quench my thirst.

I stumbled down the stairs and stopped in my tracks once I realised the living room light remained switched on implying someone was in there; walking closer to the door I contemplated whether or not to open it. I placed the palm of my left hand over the round door knob, its coldness sending a chill down my body.

''I don't know who she is anymore'' my mothers voice obtained a slight bitterness to it and instantaneously I knew the conversation both her and Alex were in the midst of was about me. Pushing the door open, I met my mother's dark eyes as she looked down at me with nothing but disgust. Behind her stood a satisfied Alex who continuously rubbed my mothers shoulders and kissed her temple in an attempt to decrease her developing anger that he knowingly inflicted.

''What has he been feeding you this time?" I precisely spoke through gritted teeth refusing to tear my gaze away from Alex.

My mother placed a hand on her hip and one on her forehead as she rubbed it slightly before allowing it to linger by her side. "How dare you" she inhaled. "Where were you last night?"

Still staring at Alex, I briefly responded. "Out"

My mother let out a sarcastic cackle implying she knew something I obviously was not aware of. "Out?" She questioned. ''After you inappropriately threw words at Alex and shoved past him''. My gaze instantly broke as I whipped my head around meeting my mothers heavy, intense and shameful glare. I sent her an incredulous look. "What?" I whispered, struggling to comprehend the fact that my mother would accuse me of such a thing without knowing what actually went down.

"DONT YOU DARE!" I jumped at my mother's sudden outburst. "How dare you..." she touched the bridge of her nose before closing her eyes. "How dare you throw such a tantrum. How dare you even consider throwing a kitchen dish on him knowing fully well he could've died. How dare you" she repeated. "He's been nothing but amazing to us and you dare disrespect him"

I sensed the anger, sadness, isolation all brew within me. My chest rose and fell as I found it hard to breath. "He's lying mom! He's lying! CANT YOU SEE!!!!??"

My mother raised a hand to silence me. "We are not doing this again" she looked me up and down before scoffing in complete and utter disgust. "You will respect Al..."

"HES NOT MY DAD!" I yelled, tears blurring my vision.

"BRIANNA!" she yelled, surprised to say the least that I would say such a thing. She held a hand to her chest and one to her mouth.

''I'm so sorry''

Mom stared at me astoundingly wondering where the apology was coming from.  

Simultaneously, the pair of us turned our necks to face Alex- guilt layered amongst his features. 

''I'm sor..'' he tried again but was cut in mid sentence as my mom shrugged her shoulders - causing Alex's arms to fall lifelessly onto his sides before turning to face him; pressing her index finger to silence him.  

''Shh'' she hushed before standing on her toes and layering her lips over his. The thick bile almost choked me as I began to cough vigorously and tear them away from their loved up moment. The loud sound instantly caused my other to turn around to face me, her gaze instantly hardening in comparison to the softness that erupted when staring up at Alex. Finally turning my head to look at him, I realised the twisted smirk that tugged across his features clearly happy with what was unravelling before his eyes, with my mothers back facing him, he was able to convey his true feelings which was nothing but pure happiness.