Recovery ~ Justin Bieber (Book 2)

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Madison's POV:

I wake up in Justin's bed, but he's no where in sight. What time is it anyway? I glance over at the clock.

9:30. It's to early.

I decide to scroll through twitter.

'@Justnna4eva: I decided that @MadisonMayor and @JustinBieber's ship name is Jadison.'

'@jelenashippr: lol @JustinBieber can do better than @madisonmayor.. how about @selenagomez??'

I slip out of the covers and put on leggings and a crop top, put my hair in a bun, grab my phone, and I go to look for him. 

I pad down the stairs and peek into the living room. Nothing. I knock on the bathroom door. Nothing.

Where is he?

I call his phone. There's a faint ring in the distance, and I know it's not in this condo. 

The neighbor.

I slip into the hallway and find where the noise is coming from, which brings me to the door next door.

"Don't tell Madison, okay?" That's Justin's voice.

"Okay," a girl mumbles, and then I hear kissing.

What is happening?

I knock gently on the door.

"One second."

I hear shuffling and after a few seconds, a pretty, tall blonde girl opens the door.

"Hi.. I'm Madison, is Justin here?" I ask, trying to stay calm.

"Uh, no.. sorry!" she says and quickly shuts the door.

How could he do this to me?!

Justin's POV:

"Thanks again, Brittany. I want it to be a surprise. Madison and I have gone through a lot, and I just want this birthday to be special," I say. Brittany, was helping me plan Maddi's surpise birthday party, but she wasn't listening. Half the time her tongue was down her boyfriends throat.

"Yea," she mumbles, kissing her boyfriend again, and I slip out of the room before I see something I don't want to see.

I make my way back to the condo. 

When I get there, Maddi has the bags I packed her in hand.

"Hey baby, where are you going?" I ask, concerned. 

"I'm not stupid, Justin! I heard you over at that girls condo. You were down each others throats! 'Dont tell Madison,' I heard it!" She yells, and I sigh.

"What? Madison, no! That's not what that was," I say, panicked.

"Then what was it, Justin?" she asks.

"I- uh.. I can't tell you," I say, and she groans and stomps towards the door.

"Wait! Mads, just trust me on this one," I beg, stepping in her path, but she pushes me out of the way, and leaves.

Great.

~

When I get back to Atlanta, I go over to Fredo's, and I tell him everything.

"Damn, that sucks," he says.