The Fall (Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

"It's all my fault." - Chapter 2

It's been two months since the accident. My Mom and Jazzy are fine, thank god. But, having Mom in hospital for a week really changed my perspective of the way I'm living. The things I'm putting them through.. I can't keep doing this. It's my fault they're in danger and don't even know it, it's my fault my Mom was put in hospital for a week, it's my fault my fourteen year old little sister gets scared so easily now at the sight of fire... it's all my fault.

We've been living on second floor in a block of flats. It isn't anything fancy, but it will do. There's only three of us living here with only two rooms. Mom sleeps in the living room on the pull out sofa and leaves her clothes and all that shit women need in Jazzy's room. Me and Jazzy on the other hand, we have our own rooms. We've been living here for the past two months and I'll be honest, it is kinda cozy, I guess. But, I still have to go. I mean, I've been talking to my Dad who lives in London, over the phone for the past week. I heard the girls down there are quite hot, so that's cool. My Dad's already applied for a new school for me over there. I'm going to miss the guys here. I'll have to go explain everything to them later and decide a new leader to the gang. I can't leave without them being in good hands. I still haven't told Mom any of this either. Nor Jazzy... and I tell her everything. I'm meant to be leaving to catch my flight tomorrow and still, no one knows...

We were all sitting at the table, eating our dinner.

"Uh.. Mom?" I speak up, breaking the silence.

"Yes, Sweetie?" she asks.

I put down my knife and fork to speak. "I-I kind of need to say something..." I scratch the back of my neck and by now, Jazzy also has her full attention on me.

"I'm uh... I'm leaving to go live with Dad. We've already organised everything" I say quite quickly.

Jazzy spits out the food she was chewing, "What?!" she yelled. My Mom pardons her but Jazzy ignores it as Mom turns back over to me.

"But, why Justin?" My Mom asks.

What was I supposed to say? You're in too much danger in me being here? I don't like it here? I need to leave the gang behind in order to keep you safe? I didn't want them knowing I was still involved in the gang shit. I had to come up with a lie, and quick.

"I-I uh..." I scratched the back of my head, something I did when I was nervous. "I just want a fresh start in school, you know? And I was speaking to Dad and he's already got a good school, or college, whatever, signed up for me down in London and-" Jazzy interupts me..

"You're going to live with Dad?" She asks.

She was quite a little Daddy's girl. Even if she didn't get to see him as much as any other daughter would see their Father as our parents divorced when I was a kid and Dad moved to England. But, that doesn't stop her facetiming him or calling him whenever she can. Jazzy goes down every summer to visit him as him and Mom divorced when she was pregnant with Jazmyn. I was only four at the time, nearly five, and that's when I met Selena. Anyway, Dad still wanted to be apart of our lives so they came up with a deal for us to go down every summer, which we did.

I just nodded.

"W-when is it you're leaving, Sweetie?" My mom then asks.

"Tomorrow..." I dip my head, avoiding eye contact but I could still feel their eyes burning through me.

"Is that it?! You're just gonna get up and leave? What the fuck, Justin!" Jazzy shouts as she stands to her feet, slamming her hands down on the table. Her temper was almost as bad as mine.

"Jazmyn, watch your language!" Mom shouts but Jazzy doesn't listen. She looks right at me and gives me such a glare it was beginning to make me feel uncomfortable. I just look up at her, trying to send her a soft smile.