Why me?! (A Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Chapter 17: You're Only 18

Sheyla's POV.

I look down at my stomach, there's possibly a life inside of me. I didn't think that this would be possible, I don't know what to do. I mean if I'm pregnant what do I do?

"We are not completely sure if you are pregnant, do you know who the father would be if you are pregnant?" The doctor says, I nod.

"The father would be Justin," I say and look down.

"Justin? You had sex with Justin! You're only 18!" My dad shouts.

"Why do you care? You aren't home. For Goodness sakes dad, I'm turning 19 soon. As soon as I do I'm moving out of your house, you just don't seem to notice I'm there so why should I stay?" I say and he looks at me in shock. I shrug and look at Justin, he smiles at me for finally sticking up for myself. My dad has always made me feel worthless and I never stood up to him, until now and I'm proud of myself. If I'm going to have to be responsible for another person then I should start standing up for myself, Justin takes hold of my hand and squeezes it for encouragement.

"Can I get the test?" I say, the doctor nods.

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2 hours later
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Justin, Mum, Pattie and I wait in the hospital room, my heart starts to race when the doctor walks in.

"I have the results and you are in fact pregnant," The doctor says and smiles. My mum and Pattie hug each other and have tears streaming down their faces, I hope that they're tears of joy, Justin hugs me and I start to sob. The doctor leaves and Justin pulls away from the hug, he smiles widely.

"I didn't know I wanted this until now, you know a family of my own." Justin says, I nod. I mean I've always wanted kids but I just wasn't ready, I feel ready now. I'm just worried that maybe the drug overdose could have affected the baby.

"What if the drug overdose affects the baby?" I say.

"It won't, the doctor would have said if it did. Just in case something does happen we're are going to keep it between us. Just family and close friends," Justin says, I shake my head.

"We're going to be grandmothers," My mum says, interrupting mine and Justin's conversation, she does a little dance in her chair, I laugh but my laughter soon dies down when my dad comes to mind. 

"I don't want dad in my baby's life, I love you mum and I always have. Just not dad," I say, I look down and Justin looks me.

"Sorry to interrupt but... Do you want to tell everyone? What happens if something happens?" Justin says.

"It's better it comes from you and me, plus what if I lose the baby?" I say and Justin nods in agreement.

"That's true," Justin says.

"See," I say and laugh. I put my hand on my stomach and I smile, I'm a mum. Me. Of all people, I'm pregnant with Justin's baby. I can't believe, I would have never thought in a millions that I would fall for Justin and have his child.

"Go out and tell everyone else, I'll tweet about it on your twitter." I say and Justin gives me his phone, how do I phrase this? It's difficult enough waiting to know how everyone outside is going to react, how am I supposed to cope with over 43 million people?

"Calm down honey, everyone will have to accept it." My mum says, I nod and I unlock Justin's phone. My heart beats fast as I open his twitter, I press the 'compose tweet'. I begin to type and my hand shakes, tears stream down my face for God knows what reason.

justinbieber: Hi it's Sheyla, I have some news. Well today most of you know I am in hospital and I found out something... I'm pregnant.

I could only put it shortly, I read the tweet several times before I press the tweet button instantly regretting it. The interaction button has the blue line and I let out a breathe I didn't know I was holding, I click the button and I see several people calling me a slut. I only see a small amount of congratulations and I'm happy for you tweets, I don't understand why they would call me a slut. I haven't done anything. I throw Justin's phone and it hits the wall, I watch as it shatters, I curl up in a ball and start to cry. I ignore everyone around me but the only things I can think of are those tweets, that one word, slut, is repeating in my head. How can someone say that? They don't know me, they judge me because of my relationship. They don't know what happened with Chaz. He hurt me physically and emotionally, I know I've said this before, but he was my world. He broke my heart and Justin was there for me. I think I would still be in an abusive relationship if it wasn't for Justin. He saved me.

Justin's POV

Everyone but Sheyla's dad took the news well. I really don't care what he thinks, it's Sheyla and I against the world he doesn't need to be around to judge us. I get enough of that. I walk back into the room to find Sheyla curled up in a ball, her body is shaking like she's crying. I rush over to her and sit next to her, I pull her close to me and sing 'be alright' in her ear. Mum and Sheyla's mum walk out leaving us alone, I can hear Sheyla's dad shouting but none of that matters. Not right now.

"Baby, what happened?" I ask, she points to the wall and I see my phone on the floor. I let go of her and walk over to my phone, there's multiple cracks on the screen but I don't care. I unlock it and I see my twitter interactions, I scroll down and see multiple 'Beliebers' calling Sheyla a slut. I feel anger rush through me and without hesitation I begin to write a tweet.

justinbieber: What makes it acceptable to call someone who has had a hard life a slut for carrying my baby? She doesn't sleep around! I'm ashamed of the so called beliebers who called my girl a slut.

I shove my phone back into my pocket not wanting to look at twitter any more, I know scooter might give me shit about writing that but right now all I care about is making Sheyla happy again. Elena walks in and looks at Sheyla sympathetically.

"Is she okay? I erm... Saw the tweets," Elena says, I shake my head.

"Can you give us some time?" I say and Elena walks out again. I walk over to Sheyla.

"They hate me," Sheyla says, I laugh but not my normal happy laugh. This has saddened me, my Beliebers are a part of who I am today but Sheyla is my world. I hate to see her hurt and I hate to see my beliebers hurt too. I can't be happy because when my Beliebers are hurt, Sheyla is happy because she's with me.

"They hate us together, the ones who are jealous or hate you know that this baby will bring us closer." I say and she nods. She snuggles into my chest as we both lie on the hospital bed, she slowly falls asleep. This has truly upset me, some of my fans have disappointed me.