*2 and a half Months Later*
*Autumn's POV*
It's been almost 3 months since I left Justin. He's been calling and texting me nonstop. The truth is, deep down, I still really love him. Half of me wants to go back to him and raise this child with him, but the other half wants me to leave him alone.
I lived with Sophie for over a month. She got me a job to babysit her little nephew who is so adorable! He makes me excited to have my baby. Speaking of the baby, I went to the doctors yesterday and had an ultrasound. I'm having a girl! I'm so happy because I've always wanted a daughter. What I now just realised is, so does Justin. He's always wanted a daddy's girl. Now I'm trying to decide whether or not to answer him. My thoughts were interrupted by a slap on the back of my head. By the way, I'm at school, near my locker, and I know it's Monica.
"Look girls, it's the pregnant little slut. Who's the father?" She teased.
"That's non of your business." I said.
"Oh, big tough girl now, huh? I bet she doesn't even know who the father is. What a whore" She said.
At this point, I just wanted to slap the shit out of her, but I didn't, I decided to speak from my heart.
"Actually Monica, I do know who the father is. It's Justin Bieber, and I'm telling the truth because he and I grew up together. He's always been there for me through everything, so before you judge him, why don't you take a good look at yourself. You're calling me a slut? You're the one who lost her virginity at the age of 13, has fucked every guy in this school, I'd be surprised if you don't have a disease, and has had 6 abortions. Yeah, I've had sex with Justin more times than I can count, I admit it, and I'd be lying if I said I was ready to be a parent, but at least I'm still keeping his baby because I love him."
"You're bluffing." She said.
"Here, I'll prove it to you." I said as I pulled out my phone and held it up to her, me being a short girl, showing her a picture of Justin kissing me on the cheek.
"See that, next time you call me a slut, think about who's the real slut." I said.
At that point, her eye liner was running down her face. She cried as she ran to the bathroom, her girlfriends following behind. Sophie came up to me.
"Nice one, girl!" She said as she gave me a high-five.
"Do you still love Justin?" She asked.
"The truth is, yeah, I still do. I know he cheated on me, but I mean, I'm having his baby, and he's always meant so much to me. He gave me a home when I had no where else to go. He's always been there for me, even when he couldn't actually be there. I love him to death and he deserves to be part of our baby girl's life." I said.
"That's good. I was thinking it was time you forgave him." She said.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out and saw I had a new message from Justin. This time, I decided to read it.
'Hey babygirl. I'm sorry I've been spamming you with all the texts and calls but I just wanted to let you know I love you and I always will, even though I'm sure you aborted our baby. I'll always be by your side even though you can't physically see me. I hope you find another man who will treat you the way I should've. I hope he buys you flowers, holds your hand, gives you hugs and kisses, and fights for you. More importantly, find a man who would be a better father than I ever would've been. I hope one day, we'll all be together. I love you ♥'
What did he mean by 'I hope one day, we'll all be together'?
"Sophie, I gotta go!" I said.
"Why? What's wrong?" She asked.
"I just gotta go!" I said as I swiftly grabbed my things and ran out of the building and into my car and drove to Justin's house.
I hope my baby's okay...
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FanfictionThis story is about a girl named Autumn. She's best friends with Justin Bieber. Not too long after he left Canada, she's become a drug addic. She's also anorexic and she cuts herself. Her dad used to beat her until she moved in with her friend, Jake...