I Love My Best Friend (Justin Bieber Love Story) *Editing

Chapter 27

Justin's POV

Turn To Positivity

I'm in this "hell cell" and I hate it, a lot. It sucks you can't watch Television, you can't drink anything unless they tell you. The policemen says,in quote, that "the hell cell is for you to sit and think about what you did",and they aren't lying. I've been in here for 36 hours,and I've definitely thought about what I've done,I don't remember what happened when I went to court.

I wanted to get my mind off that day,so the guys and I took a few pills and took a few sips of 'lean', I didn't want to be that loose and probably go crazy. Twist was right,I'll get afficted to it if I take those pills and drink lean, I am addicted to it now. I don't want to stop drinking it,but it gets my mind off of so many things. It makes my mind brush away from me being a popstar, the hate, media, paparazzi, anything I could name.

The drug have advantages and disadvantages to it. But,what about my fans? Some must be disappointed,I have little girls looking up to me. Now,I think that is gone. I'm a bad influence to them, bad role model, a punk and a teenage popstar who have too much money to handle, to their parents. Maybe they're right, I wasn't ready for this,I wasn't ready for any of this.

But we all live to make mistakes and learn from them,I'm learning from this,I really am. This is actually a wake up call and a lesson I learned. I miss my baby,and doing all this to get her attention is stupid,but I was standing up for myself. Y/n didn't know what she was getting herself into that night,Mark is a fuck boy,he would've just fucked her and walk off like it wasn't nothing. I see through people like that,all those years,I paid attention to that asshole,Y/n is too good for him.

She deserves to be treated like the queen she is,and that's why she's mine and I keep a hold on what's mine nor do I share what's mine. I hate to hear that she was being stubborn to eat,but I talked to her. Shes probably thinking right now that I'm going to be in here longer. What Y/n doesn't know is that Miley will bail me out with her money and Scooter and the guys. It's amazing to have people like this who care.

"Bieber, a guest wants to talk to you." The policeman says,I hop up and walk over to the cell door as he opens it. Walking to the jail cellphone that's already out for me,I pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey man,how ya holding up in there?" My dear friend,Ryan says,I smile instantly.

"I'm holding up pretty good."

"That's good,when will you get out of there?"

"Tonight,I can't wait to see my baby Y/n. Although, I don't know about my mom, I can't face her,I know she's also disappointed too. Like everyone else who knew I was a good guy,but that's thrown out of the window." I felt like I could give up right now because of all this. There's no more people who understands I'm human,so what's the use of even doing this?

Then,There's that one side of me that says I can't,I came too far. I can't just quit right here when it's tough,it shows them that I can't take the pressure. (To be honest, *cue "Whenever you knock me down,I will not stay on the ground. Pick it up,pick it up,pick it up,up,up and Never Say Never"* on this part)

"Justin,you have to stop thinking negative. You don't know if your mom is upset with you,for all we both know,she would be ecstatic to see you after being in that place. Not everybody has left you, if only you saw the things that are and were trending on Twitter. Hashtags from Beliebers supporting you,showing love to you and Y/n. Your fan base is amazing." I listen to the things Ryan was saying and tears came to my eyes,I cant believe they're still here for me.

"Justin,what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Ryan ask,I had no idea I was sniffling until he said something.

"I thought they would leave me because of the stupid things I'm doing,Ryan. They're still here to support me, I never thought that would happen again. They really know how much I love them then. I asked them to make promise to never leave me,and they didn't." I wipe my eyes and chuckle,feeling some weight lifted off my shoulders.

"See? And you're being negative when you don't know,stop thinking that way because you don't know if there's fans who still support you and your mom never being upset with the choice you made. We're still here man,I'm never leaving,trust me." Just as I was about to speak,the policeman interrupts.

"Your time is up." He says, I hear Ryan huff and sigh,I don't like this and I know he doesn't either,but it'll be over.

"Aye,I gotta go but thank you so much for the encouragement."

"No problem man,you know I got you."

"Alright,I'm about to go,love you man. Thanks for being there." With that I hang up and go to my cell,laying on the hard semi metal bed. Ryan is right,maybe my mom isn't upset and there's proof that my fans are still here.