Hold Tight (A Justin Bieber Love Story) ((BEING EDITED))

Chapter 4

I ever so softly walked downstairs and looked around, he wasn't in his chair in the living room. Where was he? I know he came in, i heard the front door open and close. Was i hearing things now too?

"Looking for someone?" his voice says making me jump a mile. I quickly turned around placing my hands on my racing heart and looked at him. He didn't seem to be drunk yet, which is odd. 

"Um... actually i have a question," i whisper to him looking at the ground. I don't know about this, i don't think he will let me, or he will get mad and hit me again. 

"What is it then, i don't have all day Jessica," he says in a medium tone, which is very odd. Am i missing something here? he has been drunk non-stop since my mom died.

"There is a project we are doing at school....Layla is my partner and we really want an A on it.... So i was maybe wondering if i could go there tonight and we can work on it?" i say softly still not making eye contact with him. Please just say yes? actually i wish he would say no at the same time because i don't want to go to a party.

"It is for school, so i guess this one time you may... But just a warning now," he says touching my face softly, "tell a soul about what goes on here, and i will personally ruin you," he says with venom before pushing me away from him. Being in pain from yesterday still i held back a whimper as i grabbed my phone and left the house.

I was soon standing outside of Layla's house, or should i say mansion, this place is HUGE. i have been here a few times after school and such, and when my mom was still here. Her mom and my mom were best friends. Mrs. Stevenson treats me like her own child when i come. I wait patiently and the door soon opens.

"Jessica, my dear so good to see you!" Mrs. Stevenson gushes as she pulls me into a hug making me hold back another scream of pain. She doesn't know, how would she? I don't show anyone signs of being abused, as far as they all know i am a happy child with nothing to worry about except school.

"Hi Mrs.Stevenson, is Layla home?" i ask as we walk into the kitchen where her nanny is cooking up some cookies. I smile at her and wave, she knew me and i knew her. I sat on a stool and watched as Mrs.Stevenson frosted the cookies.

"She is in the shower and should be down soon... Now, care to explain why i haven't seen you in ages young lady?" she asked looking at me then back to her cookies.

I shrug, "I don't know, i have been busy with school and such.... I guess after my mother died i was focused on school to get my mind off it... I am sorry, i promise to try and visit more often," i say making her smile. I loved her, she was as close to a mother figure as i was going to get.

"Well, Layla said you two were going to a party tonight... And yes she told me, i'm a cool mom, i understand that you teenagers need to go out and have a good time. But i also know how i was at your age, which is how Layla ended up here, so please promise to be smart," she says being serious.

You see, Mrs.Stevenson was a wild child, she actually isn't that old. She had Layla when she was only 16, so she was a teen mom, which only made me respect her more for giving up her social life to raise Layla. But she is always worrying Layla will make the same mistake as she did and she doesn't want that.

"Trust me mother, i respect myself more than to give in to boys needs," Layla says walking into the room and sitting next to me with a smile. 

"Yeah, that is what we all say until you have a few shots, start dancing and flirting with those dang football players and such. You better just never talk to a boy at all, they are bad news," she says point the spoon at us.

"Hey, you didn't say that when we went to that one party," Mr. Stevenson chimes in as he walks over and kisses his wife on the head and smiles at us.

"Hi daddy," Layla says in a cheerful tone. I wish i had a relationship like Layla and her father. They love each other like a real daughter and dad should.

"Jessica, long time no see darling. How have you been?" he asked leaning on the counter snatching one of the cookies. Mrs.Stevenson slaps his arm laughing.

"Um, you know busy with school and stuff like that," i say avoiding eye contact.

"I see, well you to be careful tonight. I wouldn't want to have to kick anyone's butts for hurting my girls.... Mrs.S and i have a hot date with the Business officials tonight so we won't be home until tomorrow morning. I expect you two to make it home in one piece," he says looking at us with a serious look on his face, which causes Layla to laugh.

"Yeah, the strict dad act isn't fooling anyone old man," she jokes as she pulls me up to her room. Her room was on the second floor and was huge. Not only was her room huge, but her closet was GIANT. i mean Mrs.S was a fashion designer so Layla had amazing cloths in there. 

"Alright, time to give you a make over my dear friend," she says with a smirk. Oh dear goodness this can't go over well.

A/N: Here is another update loves.... So a party, how do you think this will play out? What do you guys think so far? I'm not the best a writing stories so i hope it isn't to boring or anything for you guys.... There is a picture of Kaylee on the side, i know we haven't met her yet but next chapter you for sure will ;)