Lonely Together (Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

"May I come in?" She looked hopeful.

I felt the anger rise inside of me.

"I told you I wanted nothing to do with this," I said through gritted teeth.

"I know," she sighed. "I need to talk to you. Please-"

"Now's not the time." I said. "Have a good night," I slowly started to shut the door.

"Wait," she put her foot in the door. "Please," she whispered.

I stared at her. Who does she think she is?

"It's late. Make it quick."

She quickly stepped inside.

She sat on the couch and looked over at me, who was still standing by the doorway. She eyed the spot next to her, but I was hesitant to get too close. I slowly made my way to the living room with my arms across my chest and sat down in the seat farthest from her.

We sat in silence.

"You're all grown up," she finally whispered, a half smile on her face.

I looked at her like she was crazy.

"I haven't seen you since you were seven. You look so beautiful," she scanned me from head to toe.

"Thanks," I muttered. This was getting awkward.

"How are you?" She looked me in the eye now.

She obviously was not trying to make this quick.

"Was that you in the shop?" I cut to the chase.

She snapped out of it. "What?"

"I was in my mom's clothing store before I came home. When I was there the door opened. Was that you?"

She stared at her shoes. "Yes."

"How did you even get in?"

"It was open," she whispered.

I was going to kill Morgan. She said she would lock up before she left.

"And you knew I worked there because?" I questioned.

"I've been looking for you for quite some time now, Jessica. I had to start somewhere," she said with sharpness in her voice.

"Oh," I said, a little taken back.

She looked so different. I remember when she was searching for my mom about 12 years ago. She had short, blonde hair, and wore tons of makeup. She looked like a Barbie with a bob. Now she had long, wavy brown hair, and hardly wore any makeup at all. She had a natural look to her now. It was like she was a completely different person.

"You need to tell me what you know," she was determined now.

I glanced at her temporarily, then nodded.

"Okay," she began. "Did you ever consider your mom," she paused. "Clinically depressed?"

My eyes shot open. "No," I spat.

"Did she ever lay a hand on you?"

"Of course not," I said, annoyed.

"Did she have any problems with alcohol, or-"

"No!" I cut her off. This is why I didn't want to do this. "My mom was perfect," I said after awhile.

She half smiled. "Well, I'm glad you still think that way-"

"But I don't think so anymore," I stood.

Her smile immediately vanished. "What? Why?" She asked as she followed me around the kitchen.