Precious (Justin Bieber as Jason McCann)

Chapter 37 - Dishonest

Christine's POV

Jason stayed and helped to decorate the rest of the house with Christmas stuff. It was really cozy.

My parents liked Jason, which meant a lot to me. They could see that he took good care of me -and Emily for that matter.

My grandfather came over for dinner, and was very excited to see Jason. They have a lot in common. The same 'we don’t care about anyone but the few we love' attitude, and the same way of talking and behaving. Maybe that was one of the reasons I fell for Jason?

Jason's POV

I really liked Christine's grandfather. We shared the same interests, such as cars. He had so many funny stories to tell, it was quite as if he were my own grandfather. I had always thought Mason was that kind of person to me, but I've been so wrong. Towards grandfather Louis, I didn’t have to be something I’m not, get drunk or get high to have a good time. Being myself was the only thing I had to. It was obvious that Christine had inherited more from her father’s when we’re speaking personality. Reluctant and reserved. It was her mother's side of the family who was the wild ones. But she had for sure her mother, Lily’s, beautiful face. Beautiful yet unique. As a porcelain doll, you're afraid of crashing. A shame she didn’t believe me when I told her. She blames herself, I blame society.

It was night. Around 2 a.m. I think. I woke up with Christine's face in my neck, and her slender body close to mine.

With a smile, I gently stroked her back. She would get furious if I woke her up in the middle of the night. Not because she would start yelling or scream at me. She would simply sit up, half asleep and half awake, and sent you the most evil eyes you can imagine, and with a thud lay back on the mattress, as far away from me as possible.

I kissed her forehead before I got up from the bed. She was like a puppy you can’t stop caressing. I didn’t like leaving her here alone, but I just had to go to the kitchen, so it was probably okay.

With strained sigh I stood up from the bed, rubbed my eyes and trudged down towards the kitchen.

I fumbled around in the dark to find a glass in the kitchen cupboard. I finally found it, filled it up with cold water, and let the liquid slide down my dry throat.

I almost dropped the glass at the floor when I noticed a small figure standing behind me.

"Emily?” I whispered in astonishment, placing the glass on the kitchen counter.

"What are you doing up so late?” I said, and squatted in front of her.

"What are you doing up so late?” She muttered sleepily, and practically let herself fall into my arms. Just as stubborn as her sister.

"Have you had a nightmare?” I said, and lifted her up.

That all criminals hate children is a prejudice. Children are the only type of people I never judge in advance. They all deserve a fair chance -the chance I never got as a child. But this feeling has just come recently. Until I was about 17, I was so envious at every other child. All the things they had, I'd never had. But then I got older and realized that it wasn’t their fault, but the adults who was supposed to take care of me but never did.

"I can’t remember.” Emily yawned and put her arms around my neck.

With a smile, I went into Emily's room to put her to sleep again. But Emily didn’t really like that idea.