( Just To Let You Know, There Will Be Foul Language, Graphic Sexuality and Graphic Violence, So Yeah, Just Telling You )
Skylar Marie. Seventeen years old. Dropped out of school. Has a one year old daughter by Justin Bieber. Kicked out of the house and lives with Justin.
--- ( One Year Ago )
"You know, you make me sick!" Justin yelled at me. He slammed a chair down. It was so loud, it woke my daughter, Jyselle up from her nap.
"Please Justin, quit. You just woke Jyselle up from her nap," I cried. I hated seeing Justin this way. He was totally vicious and he would knock down anything he's near.
"Skylar! don't tell me what to do. I don't give a f*ck if I woke her."
I gasped, "That's your daughter you're talking about!"
"Are you sure that's my daughter, little sl*t?" He yelled. He was mad at me because he was accusing me of sleeping with another guy.
"And you think you've never had sex with anyone before me ?" I said, "Yes you've had, so don't be calling me a sl*t!"
"You are really childish," He laughed evil and pushed me on the floor. The baby cries got louder and I began to cry.
"Go ahead and cry. No one can hear you," I looked up as Justin said with his arms crossed.
I tried to speak, "Get away from me!"
"No, you can just get out," He responded laughing, "I don't love you anyway."
That hurt me so bad.
"And, I'm gonna hurt Jyselle," He laughed harder scratching his head.
"F*ck you!" I yelled as I tried to get up. I wanted to go get Jyselle but my legs were to weak, "Don't you even f*cking dare touch my baby."
"Don't think I will?" He said, "Watch me."
I was getting frustrated, I watched Justin go and I grabbed the nearest cellphone and called the police.
"Hello, Marsha speaking, what's your problem?" The operator said.
"My boyfriend threatened to hurt my daughter," I hung up the phone as soon as I heard a deep cry.
"Jyselle!" I yelling getting up and trying to run up the stairs, but I ended up twisting my ankle.
Before I knew it, I heard a pound at the door. After three pounds they walked in.
"What's your name?" The police officer said as he saw me.
"Skylar, I just called you guys. My boyfriend just hurt my baby," I said pointing to the stairs.
"Okay, we'll go see."
They ran up the stairs, there was a lady watching me. I looked at her and started crying. She looked just like my mom. My mom died when I was seven years old.
"Honey, It will be okay," The lady came towards me and hugged me tight.
I put a fake smiled on as tears streamed down my face to my neck.
"Fuck all y'all," Justin yelled with hand cuffs on him. He looked down at me and laughed, "I hate you and i hope you die."
"That's it," The police officer gripped Justin's hand tight and they walked out the door fast.
The lady looked at me and said, "Don't worry, It will be okay."
I watched as she walked out the door and waved "bye" to me.
I loved Justin so much and I would do anything to get him back and be by my side.
But those words scared me to death, "I hate you and I hope you die".
I had no one. My mom died, my dad hates me and wants nothing to do with me, My grandmother died, my siblings live out of state and barely any other family member know who I am, and what hurts me the most is I have recently lost my best friend and my boyfriend.
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- Shannen
