Recovery ~ Justin Bieber (Book 2)

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Justin's POV:

My alarm wakes me up.

It's 4 am. I sigh and stare at Madison, who's sleeping soundly. 

I won't be home for a year.

What about the baby? 

I won't be home for that.

I slip out of bed and change into the military uniform that came with the letter. 

I put on the hat.

I stare at myself in the mirror.

This is who I am now.

I slip on the boots and I walk in the dark towards my sleeping wife.

"Mads," I say, shaking her gently as I sit on the bed with her.

She rolls over and smiles at me, but the smile quickly fades to fear.

"I have to go," I choke out.

"Justin, no, you don't have to, your Justin Bieber, they can't make you," She pleads, sitting up.

"I know. I could probably get out of this with my money, but I don't want that, Mads. I don't wanna go, but I can't just back out. If someone else can't back out, why should I?"

She sighs and a tear rolls down her cheek. I can tell she's trying to hold it in.

"Walk me out?" I ask softly, and she nods. I take my bags in one hand and her hand in my other. We walk out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and to the door. 

"This is it," she says with a shrug.

I put my bags down and stroke her cheek gently with my hand.

"No. It isn't it. I'll see you next year, I promise you, Madison," I say. My voice cracks and tears run down my hot cheeks.

I break down.

"I'm so sorry," I cry, and she bursts out into tears. 

"You don't need to go," she sobs, and I pull her in and hug her tight.

"Yes I do. I need to, for all of those soldiers who can't back out, It's not fair to back out. I'm so sorry," I cry.

"Go," she says, pulling away.

"Madison," I start.

"No. Go. I can't say goodbye to you, so leave, please," she pleads.

"Then we don't have to say bye. We can say see you later. So i'll see you later," my voice cracks again.

"I'll see you later," she answers.

I place my lips on hers one last time before I walk out the door.

Madison's POV:

He left.

He really did it.

I walk over to the window in the living room and stare as Justin gets into the car.

He stares out the windshield and towards our house door.

His lips form something. He looks like he's yelling. Tears fall down his cheeks and he slams his fist into the steering wheel. He throws his hat into the back and runs his fingers through his hair, and puts his head in his hands.

A few minutes later he looks back up and our eyes meet.

'I love you,' he mouths to me, and I nod.

'I love you too,' I mouth back, and he backs out of the driveway and drives away.

That can easily be the last time I see Justin Drew Bieber.