Keep dancing- DISCONTINUED

Chapter 17

[this chapter is sad and very depressing! Be warned that you might cry! I'm sorry if you did!]

To much to handle.

Chapter 17 Justin's (POV):

Damn when I saw chachi fight... I was like dammmmmnnnn ma. Anywho, we are on break from tour, Cause chachi got the flu, she tried to argue with me, and keep preforming, but I couldn't let her get any worse than she was. And she was pretty bad. Lately, she's been depressed. And it's scaring me. But back to now. Chachi went to the store to get cookies, I insisted on going but she wanted to get some fresh air. I sat on the couch and fell asleep.

{Chachi's (POV):}

So, I'm sick. Yea, so I went to the store to get cookies and tampons. Yes I'm on my gift from satan. Anywho, I see a couple fans and take pics. When I get to the checkout stand I see 'Pop Star' magazine. I buy it. When I get to my Camaro, I read the magazine and something caught my eye. 'Is Teen heartthrob Justin Bieber cheating on dance sensation Chachi Gonzales? Read page 13 to find out!' (If you were wondering I took my dad's last name, Gonzales) I quickly turn to page 13 and see Justin kissing Stella Hudgens cheek, while she's taking the selfie. And he's behind her giving her the kiss. I was so upset. I sped home. I got home and parked in the garage. I opened the door then slammed it. "Chachi?" I heard Justin yell. I ran up the the stairs and slammed my room door shut. I put the cookies on the night stand, and the tampons in my bathroom. I crawled to the center of the king size bed, and laid the magazine in front of me.Then I curled up in a ball, and silently started to sob in my knees. "Chachi are you alright?" Justin asked. I didn't answer. I got up and locked the door. "Chachi, unlock the door please!" Justin pleads. I ignore him and walk to my bathroom. I find a shaving razor and slowly disable it. 'I can't do this anymore' I think. 'What do you mean?' Justin thinks back. I ignore him. I start crying loudly. I get the razor and slowly slid it across my wrist. I saw the blood, and I felt like I needed to add. I slid it more and more. Till finally I thought it was enough. I looked at my wrist. And I felt regret wash over me. I look at the blood. And realized there was a puddle of it on the floor. Fell on my knees and started bawling my eyes out. I saw my tears mix with the blood. I started to lightly touch the blood with my finger tips, and started to cry so much more. "Chachi!" Justin yells. I look up and start crying harder than I ever have. Justin runs to me, and falls the floor. He picks me up and holds be bridal style, and starts rocking back and forth. "Baby, the magazine is lying. I would never hurt you. Your my world." He says crying with me. "I should have let you explain. I'm sorry." I say crying in his shoulder. "Baby it's ok. Don't worry. Please?" He asks. "Can you sing me a song? Please?" I ask. "Yea of course, babe."

"Why am I mad? I don't get it

Seems likes every time you

Give me signs and I miss it

I did it again, I admit it

I left you standing there

And now I regret it.

Seems like every time I

Get the chance I

Loose my cool ad I blow it

And I get all tongue tied

Lost in your eyes

Imma a fool and I know it...

I should've kissed you

I should've told

Told you just how a feel

Next time I won't stop

Listen to my heart

Cause why I feel is real

I should've kissed you...

He sings one of my favorite songs "should've kissed you" by Chris brown. I lightly smile. We sit there for hours in silence, while rocking back and forth. "I can't believed that you remembered that I love this song." I say while smiling. "Of course I would, there's no reason not to." He said. "I love you." I say. "I love you too." He says while kissing the top of my head. I smile and slowly drift to sleep in Justin's arms.