Change Me?

Chapter 1)

Justin's pov

'mom I cant believe you're just going to fucking send me away like this!" 

"Hunny, I'm sorry but I have no other option, its either this or jail for a year." Pattie stress fully pleaded to her son, who was currently packing everything he owned into his suitcases.

" I prefer jail! You're suppose to fucking love me. Why did you let me do it? If you had raised me better then I wouldn't be in this situation!"

"JUSTIN DREW BIEBER! Don't you dare try to pin this on me. This is your own fault. I tried my best to raise you but it wasn't exactly easy because i had know help from your father!"

" Don't bring up that bastards name!"

"Don't call your father that. Now finish packing,, your flight leaves in 3 hours." with that my mom through a hand full of clothes at me and walked out of the room. Mumbling and sobbing at the same time.

I hated seeing my mother so upset. She was all I had since my dad walked out on us when I was younger. I had only gotten close to one other person, Kelsey. She had been my first actual girlfriend. We dated for about 3 years. She was my first and I was hers. Then one day i went to her house to celebrate our 3 year anniversary and when I walked into her room she was having sex with my ex bestfriend. After that i refused to get close to anyone else and because I was in so much pain I resorted to drugs, which later led to violence and soon I was in a gang. Not only that but I was a player. You see, life is a game, you have the losers and the winners. I am a winner and will dominate and achieve what I set my mind to. That's how i deal with the pain. I play my game of flirting, getting what I want and leaving. I never wanted to be like this either but as the pain got harder, sex got easier. But that shit is all history and it made me the badass that I am today and I wouldn't change, not for anyone.

Chapter 2)

Justin's POV:

"Jury, can you give us the verdict on Mr.Bieber's case?" said the man in the long black coat who sat upon the bench as if he were the king and people who were like me were dirt.

This wasn't the first or second time i'd been in the situation, and honestly it probably won't be my last. I was use to this though. They say i'm guilty, my mom cries and begs them to give me another chance, they take her offer and put me up for 90 hours of probation and or house arrest, i violate it and the cycle continues. So there was nothing to worry about now.

"Judge, we've decided that the party, Mr. Bieber, i once again guilty." i couldn't help as to chuckle at his need to add "once again" to that statment, which in return earned me mean glares from both the jury and the judge who were fed up with dealing with me.

"However," the juryman continued "we feel as though our usual acts of punishment are not working so we suggest a new program that has come out." he said while lifting up a piece of paper.  

the fat security gaurd walked over and grabbed the piece of paper then walked and gave it to the judge. Joe (the judge) looked over it for a good 5 minutes. My mom stood with me trying to hold back her tears. 

"I see... Yes.. well, thank you Mr.Brown for this program idea. I've come up with my decision. Mr. Bieber, I will give you a choice. A year in jail or this program. Take your pick."