Secretly Loving You- Justin Bieber

Chapter Thirty One

No One's P.O.V

It was quiet in the Bieber house, tense, but quiet. Everyone was sat around the living room, waiting, waiting for what? Waiting for his soft voice to speak up and explain himself, to apologise. Tuka placed her hand on his knee, squeezing it gently to show him he had her support, everyone around the room kept their eyes on her actions, watching as Justin harshly pushed her hand away, huffing to himself as he scooted away. Tuka sighed, looking up to see everyone frowning as to why he pushed her away, why he's shutting people out. Tuka's patience grew thin as she became fed up with how childish and pathetic Justin was being. The tension grew as Tuka stormed into the kitchen, making sure to slam the door behind her. She was beyond annoyed, it was obvious. She only wanted to help Justin, but he wouldn't accept it. Not only making her feel like crap, but everyone else too, because they can't do anything about it. "Justin, what is with you?" Pattie hissed, breaking the silence that had been lingering around since they got back. He just simply shrugged, only causing Pattie to become more angered. "That girl, that poor girl is doing the best she can to support you through this pile of crap that's going on right now, the least you could do is acknowledge it.." She spat, shaking her head as he stood up slowly, his tired weak body carrying him into the kitchen. Tuka was sat in the corner of the room, hugging her knees tightly as she sobbed quietly. "T-Tuka.." His raspy voice croaked, as he sat in front of her. She didn't look up, she didn't want to, not if it meant he was going to chuck everything back in her face. She knew it was no or never, either they argued and sorted this out, or she walked out that door and never looked back. 

Tuka's P.O.V

"I'm a fuck up Tuka.." He mumbled, rubbing his face in frustration. I rolled my eyes, trying to control my anger right now. "Fuck ups like me don't deserve perfection like you... Leave before I fuck with your head too." He whispered, his voice cracking, making my heart break. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. I stared at him in disbelief, waiting, waiting for him to explain himself, tell me he was sorry and that he didn't mean it. But I got nothing. I stared helplessly, nothing falling from my eyes, nothing flowing off my lips. Or his. He looked up at me, his eyes pleading me to stay, his body language saying otherwise. I watched as Justin snapped back into somewhat reality, his eyes widening as his hands reached out for me, but I shuddered away, regretting it soon after as I saw something break inside him. He shook his head, a single tear rolling down his cheek. Both our bodies shook as I scooted towards him. "J-Justin.. D-Did you mean it?" I whispered, laying my hands over his. He shook his head lightly, more tears flowing down his face, as well as mine. "E-Everything is falling apart Tuka.. I'm stuck.. I'm stuck in this black hole and I can't get out!" He screamed, slamming his fists against the floor in anger, making me flinch. I hated seeing Justin like this, anyone would. But right now, this whole situation, was breaking both of us. You think its just Justin who's getting hate? Oh no, he isn't trust me. The whole crew is, most of it was aimed at me. Saying I'm bad for him, that I told him to do it. But that's from the public's eye. "Why can't they go away! Why can't the demons go away!" He screamed, rushing to his feet, grabbing a glass before chucking it at the dry wall, his breathing became heavy as did mine. "Justin stop!" I cried, stepping in front of him before he could grab another. But all he did was push me away, sending me onto the floor. I know he didn't mean to, I could tell by his eyes he didn't mean it, that he wasn't himself.

The door flung open, as Za grabbed hold of Justin, pinning him down on the floor in attempt to calm him down. "Justin, Justin please listen baby.." I whispered as his breathing began to slow down. It was only then, as the drop of blood landed on his cheek, that I realised I hit my head against the wall. Justin's eyes widened as he pushed Za off him, his hands finding my face, gripping it softly. "C-Come here.." He whispered, lifting me up by my waist, only to place me down on the counter. His eyes scanned the cupboards, bringing out a first aid kit. "Let me take care of you.." he mumbled, dabbing the cloth on my wound. I took hold of his arm gently, pulling it away from my face as I stared into his eyes. "Its not me who needs taking care of.." I mumbled, watching him as he rolled his eyes. They were dark still, more tired, fed up and empty. But he was still smiling, still trying to put everyone first. "Let me help you, baby please.." I whispered, holding his face in my hands as he once done to me. He sighed, dropping everything in his hands, wrapping them around my waist. His head found my chest, resting there for a while. His eyes closed as my fingers ran through his hair softly. "you need to learn how to let me in... I can't help you if you don't let me in.." I whispered, feeling my T-shirt begin to soak, as his soft whimpers ran through the quiet room. It wasn't his fault the world wanted to see him fall, was it?

No One's P.O.V

As the bieber house grew quiet once again, Justin walked into the living room, Tuka right behind him. He felt like now was the time to explain himself, explain his actions. "I urm, I'm sorry, I really am. For everything.." He mumbled, everyone crowding around him, patting his back, saying its okay. But he didn't find closure, he didn't feel like that was enough, he never did. "I wasn't driving that night, nor was I drinking or taking drugs... The world don't know that, because they saw me at rock bottom.." He continues, ignoring the protests from his mother. He had to say this, he had to explain himself, put himself out there. "What I did was wrong, but that was my mistake, and you shouldn't have to suffer with the consequences..." He mumbled, running his fingers through his hair. Tuka placed her hand on his knee once more, giving it a squeeze. This time, he didn't push it away, he didn't huff or become angry. He placed his hand over the top, giving her hand a squeeze, telling her she was okay. "I'll fix it, you know I will.." He smiled weakly, even though he still felt as though everything was falling apart, even though he felt as though his world was about to break, he still smiles, reassuring everyone that he was okay, that he will get better. That's what he wanted to think anyway, he knew it wouldn't be easy, that there would be times he'd want to hurt himself, tell everyone to leave him alone. But he was going to get through it, with the help of his family, his friends and his loving girlfriend. But little did they know, that on the other side of the world, something was occurring, not for Justin, for her. Something that could either break her, or him. Either way, it would just be another test on their relationship.

Anonymous's P.O.V

"You failed! Jesus Christ you stupid bitch!" I slapped her, feeling anger boil through me. Tuka was meant to be mine, this whole thing was planned so she would leave that pretty boy and come back to her real man. "I-I'm sorry! H-He was meant too go down but he didn't!" She screamed, grabbing her bag before storming into the living room. I was hot on her tail, pinning her down on the sofa as my lips hovered above hers. Her breath hitched slightly, as my hands ran up her legs. "We'll pay them a surprise visit soon, don't worry baby, we'll get what we want.."