His Inspiration (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter 12

I've felt so alone with Justin being gone. It was all my fault that he went into rehab and probably hates me for it. But I don't blame him, i hate me too.

I was lying down on my bed, tired of eveything that was happening right now. Justin is away and probably hates me, pratically lost mybest friend, and my parents.. there has always been an issue with them. I kept on looking at my phone to see if Justin replied back. No calls. No texts.

He hates you.

Not wanting to wait around for him any longer, I got myself ready for school. I was not feeling it today since it was Monday and also cause Justin wont be there. I didn't even care anymore. I left my hair the way it was, naturally curly, no curling, no straightening, just natural. I didn't even bother with make up. I put on some leggings, and a maple leafs sweatshirt with my white converse. I had never gone to school like this before. 

Once I got to school, I already could knew it was going to be a bad day. I slipped on ice once I got out of my car.

"Watch out there's ice there." Jack laughed.

"Oh shut up Jack." I said as I rolled my eyes.

"Need help there?" He asked.

"No i'm fine." I said as I got up and dusted myself off.

"So how's geek boy?" He asked sarcastically as we headed torwards the school.

"Not funny." I said firmly.

"No really how is Mr. Art boy?" Jack chuckled.

"Enough Jack, and anyways he's fine." I answered as I really wanted to get away from Jack, I did not need to deal with him.

"Just fine, not good? Is the captian of the hockey team not good enough for you?" He joked.

And the next move I made I did not know I was capable of, I punched him and he flew right into a locker.

"I said enough Jack! I'm so tired of you and your fucking bullshit!" I yelled as I left him there.

Why am I even friends with this asshole?

I wondered off to my locker to get my books and headed to class. I walked into art with the seat next to mine unoccupied. I wish Justin was here.. I had to listen to the teacher all hour talking about another assignment we had to do with oil pastels and then I felt my phone vibrate.

Justin: Hey fliss its Justin. I got your voicemail! Feel free to visit me, I need someone to talk to.. Oh and I miss you too!(:

Every time he called me Fliss it made me have butterflies in my stomach. And him saying that he wanted me to visit and that he missed me too made me smile.

"Ms. Carpentier is there something distracting you? A phone perhaps?" My teacher startled me.

I quickly hid my phone and responded with "Uh no, I just had a random thought." I said.

"A random thought that made you smile at your crotch?" He said being a jackass while the class laughed.

Oh god kill me.

"No sir." I gulped.

"I'll give you one warning Ms. Carpentier, next time the phone is mine." He said.

"Yes sir." I said politely even though I wanted to punch him in the face.

I quickly texted Justin back without being caught.

To Justin: Okay, ill come after school. I sent to him.

The final bell rang and I headed to my car without falling on my ass this time. I headed home and my parents were there. Fuck. I just ignored them when I walked in, or at least tried to..

"Hi dear, how was school?" My mom asked like she gave a shit and i'm surprised she did.

"Good." I fake smiled.

I headed up to my room to get Justin's paintbrush that I accidently took. I went downstairs with my keys in my hand and about to leave until when the worst happened.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" My dad asked.

"Out." I said blantly.

"Out where?" He questioned.

"To visit a friend." I said.

"Nope, you're not aloud to leave this fucking house do you understand?" He said firmly.

"Why?" I questioned him.

"Don't you dare question your father you bitch!" He yelled at me.

"Why the fuck not dad!? You're such an stubborn asshole!" I yelled and regretted it.

He grabbed me by the shirt and started to punch me.

"Jim, stop you're hurting her!" My mom yelled at him and he never stopped.

I released from his hold and ran upstairs with him behind after me. I got to my room and quickly shut the door and locked it.

"You do NOT go anywhere!" My "dad" yelled once again.

I opened my window and looked down. It was about a 15-20ft drop. But I would take the risk just to see Justin. I took a deep breath and jumped onto the awning and then I landed into a bush. Just great. But I got out just fine, luckily it wasn’t a thornbush. I hurried up and ran to my car without my parents noticing. I got in my car and made my way to the rehabilation center.

Once I got there, I was a little nervous to see Justin. I walked inside and asked what room Justin was in at the front desk.

"Room 2195" The woman said.

"Thank you." I smiled.

I walked towards Justin's room and there I saw room 2195. I peeked in a little and saw Justin sitting on his bed looking out the window. His hair was messy but in a good way, he did not have his raybans on and he was wearing his hockey hoodie. He still looked adorable. I took a deep breath and walked in.

"Hey Justin." I said.

"Hey Fliss." He smiled.

I walked over to the side of his bed and he motioned me to sit down. I handed him his paintbrush and he softly said a "thank you” back.

“How are things?” I asked and not sure if I should of asked that quite yet.

“Good I guess.” Justin replied.

“Don’t lie to me Justin, I know here can be like hell.” I said.

“I’m fine really.” He said.

I noticed something on his wrists as he pulled down his sleeve a bit. I took his wrist and pulled up his sleeve. I looked at him with sorrow. Scars. He then looked at me, guilty. 

“Justin.. you promised me.” I said as a tear went down my face. 

“I’m so sorry Felicity, just I was thinking too much and I just had to.” He whimpered.

“Did you cut anywhere else?” I asked him.

“I-I have fresh cuts on m-my thighs..” He stuttered out.

I took both of his wrists. “Justin please don’t do this to yourself." I said as I started to cry.

He then took me into his chest and said, “Don’t worry about me.”

“How am I not supposed to worry about you if you’re the one I always think and care about?” I said.

He didn’t answer, I saw he was interested by something else. I looked behind me and the doctor was there holding a bloody towel.