Why did god take you away from me. Justin Bieber & Kendall Jenner

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JUSTIN'S POV

I had no clue what was wrong with her, I didn't say anything I just held her, held her so tight as I tried to take the pain away. I hate seeing her broken, especially when I have no idea why. I could feel her tears falling onto me, it only made me hold her tighter and tighter. I rubbed her back and then ran my fingers through her hair, her quiet sobs, her shaking body. My mom stepped out from the living room she stopped once she saw Brittany in my arms crying her eyes out, her eyes softened, I rocked her back and forth trying to get her to calm down but I couldn't I just couldn't what ever I tried to do she wouldn't stop I need to know what's wrong with her so I can help her the best that I can

"Is she okay?". My mom asked concerned as she walked over closer, I just shook my head in response as she crotched down on the floor
"Brittany sweetheart what's wrong? It's okay take your time sweetie". Brittany lifted her head out from my chest, my heart instantly broke and my stomach fell her eyes were just filled with tears her face soaked, eyes all red and puffy, I tried to hold back tears myself at the broken girl in my arms. She looked at me and then over to my mom sniffling trying her very best to be a strong person but it's okay, it's okay to break down once in a while

"I-it's m-my d-dad". Her voice cracking as she spoke. Her dad? What was she talking about? Her dad who's in prison, wait what? Am I missing something here? Is there something she isn't telling me, give her a chance to speak Justin for fucks sake

"What about your dad honey take your time no one is pressuring you to speak quickly in your own time".

"H-he's em.... H-he's b-back, w-when I g-got b-back h-home a-after j-Justin d-dropped me off he w-was t-there and i-I". Voice broken, me is broken because she is, her dad is back? What the fuck?, I remember her telling me about him she never told me much she just told me he went to jail for drugs and shit, and then that was it I'm starting to think that there is more to the story itself, because no way would she be this shocked and broken about seeing him again there must have been more to It when she was a child I know she didn't have a good past her mom died of cancer, she was bullied and went through a lot of issues like depression, suicidal thoughts and self harm but there has got to be something else. She knows she can tell me anything and trust me. I'm her boyfriend, I love her to pieces, I just want her to know that she can tell me almost anything, I won't judge her I love her, I try my best to understand and help her but I can't if she shuts me out and becomes a closed book. Maybe it isn't my place or business to know more of the story, and that's fine but when the people I love and care about are hurting I need to know a reason behind it.

"Oh sweetie it's okay, I know in your head it's not, but no one can blame your for being shocked about the whole thing, you can stay here for as long as you like I don't want you going back there while he's there okay, we care about you and just want the best for you... Justin take her upstairs okay and get her cleaned up and talk to her because she needs you".

"Will do mom, come on princess lets get you upstairs and cleaned". I picked her up bridal style in my arms, she clung to be securely as I carried her upstairs, she still continued to sob. I carried her through to my bedroom and then through to the en-suite I sat her down on the toilet, she didn't dare to look at me, she just kept her eyes focused on the floor like she was thinking about things. I ran the sink full of warm water and took a clean plain white flannel out from the over head medicine cabinet above. I soaked it in the water rinsing it as I took it out. I knelt down in front of her, lifting her chin up with my finger she looked at me, red, puffy broken eyes, she's to beautiful to even cry such a troubled girl but yet at the same time she is amazing in every way, she's not trying to be perfect but she is to me, I'm just uncontrollably and unconditionally in love with her. I wiped her tears away with the flannel taking all the mascara that was running and masking her face, her swollen eyes appeared more to me than before, she still remained silent letting out sobs whenever she could after I was done I throw the flannel back into the water and turning my attention back to her. I tucked some fallen hair behind her ear, caressing her arms and then held her hands, noticing a open gash on her finger makes me wonder how she did that