Jungle Boy -Justin Bieber-

Chapter 31: Speechless

i have so many fanfics i want to publish, but idk which ones to publish first argh!! too many ideas at once :/ 

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Bea Ashby: 

I haven't left my room the whole night. When she said those words I was absolutely speechless. 

Before I could even comprehend anything she just said, I sprinted out the dinning room and locked myself in my room, refusing to let anyone in.

I had grabbed all the unsentimental christmas and birthday cards she's sent and contemplated if I should have just shredded them into pieces or something like that.

Why was she even here?

She had made it very clear to my father that she had no interest in being in our lives and walked before I even turned 3.

There was a knock on my door later on this morning, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Beatrice?" 

It was Jennifer. I don't move from position on my bed. I didn't want to get up or leave my room. She sighs from behind the door and I hear the door creak open. The door closes shut and I see Jennifer standing in front of my bed with a blank look on her face.

She retreats to my bed and takes a seat at the very end, crossing her legs comfortably. She doesn't seem that comfortable, but she's trying. I realize that this is the first time she's ever sat in my room. Before these past few months, Jennifer and I never interacted that much... that is until Justin got here.

It's strange how much he's changed this family in such a way. Its like his presence brought us all together somehow. 

She doesn't look like her usual self. In contrary to one of her usual sophisticated and put together looks she looked quite... well, casual for once. 

Her face was make up free, showing off her naturally clear skin and instead of a layer of red lipstick on her lips, she was sporting some type of lip balm or something. I also took in that for once, her hair looked kind of messy and that she didn't seem to look her best yet somehow make it look effortlessly good. 

She gulps, intertwining he hands together in her lap. She's still dressed in her pyjamas. "You... okay?" She starts off a little hesitant.

I don't reply. Instead I keep my eyes on the photograph of my father and I that I kept on my night stand. It was taken back in elementary school when I won my grade's science fair. We both had huge smiles on our faces as we held up the first place ribbon. 

My dad was there for all my moments. The good ones and the bad ones. Whether it was things like science fairs, track and field and my birthdays or the not so good things like when I hurt myself in the park as a young child or did bad on a test. He was always there for me, supporting me and helping me in life and I was so grateful for that.

In a way, growing up without a mother never made me all that upset because my dad made sure he was always there for me whether I needed him or not. He made sure I didn't miss out on things like mother-daughter bonding by finding ways for us to bond us two and I was okay with that because in the end, he was my dad and the only parent I had and he proved that I didn't need a mother to feel like my family was complete.

Sure, as a young child I was upset with the absence of my mother, but in the end I always had my dad and he was able to fill the void that my mother left in our 'family'. And now I have Noah and Jennifer. 

Sighing, I shake my head. 

Jennifer pats the spot next to her and I scoot over to sit next to her. She doesn't say anything as she pulls me closer towards her, letting me rest my head against her chest.

"You know..." She starts in a soft voice, "I didn't grow up with a mother either." 

I'm a little taken back by her words. I wasn't aware of this before. Jennifer's touch is fragile as she starts to stroke my hair like I was a little girl. It's an unfamiliar feeling, but I don't mind. If anything, its nice.

"She passed when I was around five years old due to an accident. Sure, she didn't choose to leave, but I know what it's like to grow up wondering how my life would have differed if she was around for certain moments. And I know what it's like to have kids ask where my mother was at things like 'mother-daughter' days at school and when they came for play dates and only saw my dad," She takes a deep breath. "I also know what it's like to have other mothers look at you in pity for not having a woman's care. The point is, I learned and got all the love i needed from my father and I was okay with that." 

"It's not that I'm okay with it," I interject. She nods, "I know. I'm just saying that you're lucky, I suppose. If I had the chance to be reunited with my own mother I would take the chance in a heartbeat," 

I don't respond. Jennifer is still stroking my hair and speaking in a gentle voice. "I understand that we don't share the exact same circumstances with our mother's parting, but in a sense we were both left. By choice or not... I understand how conflicted you are and all I'm saying is give her a chance." 

She's surprisingly calm as she says those words to me. I guess I thought that Jennifer would have been startled and disliking the return of my mother, but she doesn't show any of that.

I nod to her words and she smiles down at me. "Okay, today we had that spa day booked," She reminds me of her gift that she got for my birthday. "But i understand if you want to reschedule."

I sit up instantly. "No. Please, let's go. I need some time to get out of here and not be around my father... or her." I still need to think this over before I dive into any questions or 'mother-daughter' bonding. That woman is practically a stranger to me and I'm not ready to open up quite yet.

Jennifer nods as she stands up. "I'll get ready then." 

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The spa day was a nice way to get Isla Edwards off my mind. When we returned, there was no sign of her in my house. My dad had mentioned that she booked a hotel not too far from here and that was where she would be living during her stay here in New York City. 

After returning, I headed up to Justin's room and entered. He wasn't in here because he was being tutored again by Mr Lawfeld. According to little bits and pieces i've heard dad say to Jennifer, it was amazing  at how quickly Justin was learning. Some feral children don't always have this kind of success, especially when they're past the age of about 5 or 7. Justin had also admitted to having a mom during the time he first got to the island and so dad is looking into it more, saying that it's clear he knew some forms of communication, but never expanded on it.

Anyway, I close the door behind me and lay down on his bed, staring at the nightstand next to his bed where he kept the book I got him

Fifteen minutes later, I'm almost asleep when I hear the door open. I don't even have to open my eyes to know that it's Justin. He whispers a small "Avocado?" and I turn over in the bed. He sends a small smile my way before getting into the bed and pulling the blanket over me.

As dramatic as it may sound, I close my eyes knowing that as long as I was with Justin everything would be okay.

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A/N:

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-Diana