Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Enlighten Me Babygirl Jason McCann

hi it's been forever sorry guys

Alone. Always. She cried sometimes because of how lonely she suddenly was without Jason by her side.

She couldn’t help but hate him just a little bit, although she knew her heart was filled with so much more love for him than anything else. But he said he’d always be there for her, he said everything was going to be okay, and now, he wasn’t and it didn’t feel as though it was ever going to be okay again.

She stifled a sob as she gripped the steering wheel in her hands, she could feel a layer of sweat forming in between. Despite that, her body was cold and it had been ever since he’d been taken away.

She missed the feeling of Jason’s hugs. No matter how hard his day had been, he would always come home and engulf her in such a warm embrace that made her sleepy. All she could do now was wrap her own arms around her body and pretend it was him. It was never the same, however.

With so much dread in her body, she slowly drove into the parking lot of the building she’d come to know so well over the past few months. The second she’d laid eyes on it she knew Jason was too beautiful of a person to be somewhere so vile. It made her heart clench tightly in her ribcage.

She loved seeing Jason, just to reassure herself that he was still alive and living somewhere, but seeing him in such a place was what she disliked. She didn’t think her Jason was careless enough to get caught.

She climbed out of her car and saw a few other people walking inside, none of them looked particularly pleased to be there and she completely understood their reasoning. She followed them inside and hugged the hoodie she was wearing, it just so happened to be Jason’s.

There was a small queue forming in front of the window where a stern looking man stood. It was the same man that was there everytime she came, and he never failed to frighten her just a little. She waited patiently for the line to go down and when it did, she found herself face to face with the man. He didn’t speak as he simply stared at her.

“Uh, I’m- I’m here to see Jason McCann,” she muttered, already feeling a lump in her threat.

“Ah, McCann, of course. He got into quite the brawl this morning,” the man smirked evilly and it irked [Y/N]. “I’m not sure if he’s qualified for visitation today.”

To this, her heart sank. She felt a certain need to see Jason’s face, even if it was behind glass. She silently prayed that God would be on her side.

He checked through a bunch of papers that laid out on the counter in front of him before speaking through the small radio attached to his shoulder.

“Is McCann liable for visitation today?” he spoke into it and a rustling sound followed before cutting off. He waited and strummed his fingers on the counter. She shuffled impatiently, feeling her hands shaking.

“Following the incident this morning, we’ve given him multiple shots but allowed him visitation,” a voice came through and caused [Y/N]’s heart to swell.

“Looks like it’s your lucky day, you can go wait over there and you’ll be called in when all the inmates are being led out,” he said and moved his attention back to the sheets in front of him.

She nodded in response before turning away. She only just realised her palms were sweating heavily, she wiped them on her jeans as she walked towards an empty seat in the corner next to an old woman who sat alone.

[Y/N] sighed when she sat down, hating the usual routine of feeling the anticipation of getting to see him, and then not being able to hold back her tears as he’s taken away from her.