Confused?...... (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter 22

Justin's P.O.V.

I focused on Peyton for a moment waiting for a reaction. She looked at me with a caring smile and gently nudged my side will squeezing my hand. I'll take that as a go Justin. I smiled at her before kissing her knuckles and releasing her hand. I pushed my body off the bed and walked slowly to the door. Greg's eyes never leaving my presence even when my back was turned I could feel his eyes drilling little holes in my back.

I faced my attention back to everyone else giving everyone one last glance. Last time Greg and I had a talk I remember it not going so well so I figured if it would get to serious I would man up and leave the hospital for a while. Let's face it he's not getting rid of me that easy I'm not giving up on Peyton this time.

I stood against the wall in the little white hallway waiting for Greg to step out. This section of the hospital was basically empty except for the few nurses who passed by. My eyes met Greg's as he neared me. He stood directly in front of me for a few moments before speaking.

"Listen kid"......

"The names Justin". It irritates me when he never uses my name how hard is it to say Justin.

"Justin". He sneered through his teeth. "I think your bad news buddy".

"Oh really how so"? I crossed my arms over my chest waiting for him to give me my answer.

"I get a strange vibe from you, One, I never really liked you and two, you almost killed Peyton". He shouted.  

"Are you serious? you made no attempt in trying to get to know me like your wife did you sit up in your room boxed away from your family and you have the nerve to say you don't like me". I scoffed

"You have some guts to be talking to me like that, what do you think your some big kid whatever you say goes"? He inched closer to me his breathing becoming heavier.

"Really.... I could care less of what you think about me you should be happy for your daughter for finding someone who actually cares about her. Would you rather a jackass be with her who's abusing her constantly"? I paused. "Oh wait you could care less considering you think she's a slut". I stepped away from him but he grabbed me pushing me back against the wall.

"I think it would be best if you leave, I don't want you around Peyton". Greg clenched his fists around my jacket collar. I brushed his hands off stepping away from him for the second time. Right now I wasn't in the mood to continue with him. I nodded my head walking toward the elevator not taking a single glance in Peyton's room. I pushed the down button as the lights began to flicker telling me that the elevator was dropping. Once it stopped at my floor I stepped inside violently hitting the lobby button.

My blood was boiling and I was making a fool of myself not paying any attention to the people behind me. By now they were giving me strange looks of terror wishing their floor would come sooner. Finally we hit the lobby I was about to tear these steel doors apart. The doors slowly slid open as I made my way out. I rushed out of the lobby out into the parking lot letting the cool summer breeze hit my face. The sky was jet black making me wonder what time it was. I pulled my phone out of my pocket clicking it on seeing that it was 10 o'clock.

Greg and Amanda should be leaving soon so I guess I could just chill in my car until they leave. It's not like I'm gonna listen to Greg I'm not leaving Peyton again. I did it once and it was one of the worst mistakes I have ever made. I began walking to my car a few flashing lights blinding my path. I looked to my left and I was being swarmed with paparazzi these guys sure know when to show up don't they? I gave them a few smiles even though I was still a bit angry. But sometimes you have to put on a fake smile not everyday is lollipops and rainbows.