Broken - A Justin Bieber Love Story

Nine

Nine

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Song of The Chapter

Stubborn Love by The Lumineers

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          Maylee

     "Dad!" I jumped up and switched my eye contact from him to Justin.

     "Mr. Masten, it's not-"

     "It's not what it looks like." I interrupted Justin, shaking my head furiously. I could tell there wasn't a chance that my dad believed us; Justin didn't even have a shirt on. I had a feeling I already knew what was going to happen and there was no way I could stop it.

     "Maylee, we will have a talk about this later," my dad said sternly, "as for Justin, I think you should get out." he said a little calmer this time, trying not to scare him away. There was a glint of fear in Justin's eyes and I knew he was truly scared. Justin was never intimidated by my father, they were the best of friends. That's how I know this was the biggest mistake ever.

     I was clearly shocked, for two reasons actually. For the majority of the three months that passed, my dad had been in his hospital room. I visited him as often as I could and each time I saw him, he didn't seem to get any better. I was confused as to how he all of a sudden showed up at home as if nothing was wrong.

     It's not like I could control myself, I never really could when I was around Justin. He gave me a sense of wanting to run wild with him, but at the same time he brought me anger. Anger because he had chosen to push me away for so long and suddenly come back again. It doesn't sound realistic to me either. He would never do this. Everything is changing and it's changing quickly, too fast for me to register. One second I'm starting high school, the next I'm getting caught kissing me best friend since birth. It just doesn't make sense to me at all. What is going on with me?

     "Dad, please get out. I'll deal with this myself." I pleaded, stepping closer to him as I tried to push him out the door.

     "No, Maylee. It's okay. I'll just go." Justin placed a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. I turned my head towards him as if to say really? He gave me an approving nod and started walking out the door. My dad was already halfway down the hallway to his room, most likely not wanting to deal with me anymore.

     I chased after Justin who was right about to reach the front door. I don't know what will happen to us after this, but I wanted to make it clear to him that I had no control over what I was doing. It feels so surreal, and in the bad way. It's not like I wanted this to happen, it just did. I feel like I left a bad impression on Justin. I wish this whole day never happened. I wish Justin have never come up to me in the first place. One part of me wished he had just kept his distance for a bit longer, until I was ready and I actually figure out what I was going to do. But I wish I never grew feelings for him. I know it was kind of bound to happen, but I wish it didn't happen like this. We're all in some kind of trouble and I seemed be stuck with the most of it.

     "Justin, please don't go." I begged, catching his muscular forearm. He stopped walking so quickly but did not turn to face me. He was standing in place, his head slightly hung down. I couldn't tell if he was mad or not. Heck, I can rarely tell what he is feeling anymore. He's kept himself so confined and discrete.

     "You heard your dad. He wants me to leave. I don't want to cause any more trouble than I already have."

     "But I don't want you to leave." I countered, still not meeting gazes with Justin.