Hate That I Love You

Chapter Thirty Eight.

Justin and I spent our last two weeks being in Bora Bora making the most of it just being us two, our last two weeks until life goes back to normal. It was so peaceful, not having to worry about anything except each other.

Perfect right?

Yeah, almost.

Except from one night a couple days after the guys had left, Justin and I were both reading.

I was getting lost in my own thoughts and losing concentration on my book, when something burst through my mind and I let out a gasp. Justin slowly put his book down, no doubt thinking my book had shocked me. I wish it was my book. Because maybe, I would have been able to enjoy my last weeks in this beautiful location. Rather than have my anxiety building up.

“Justin…” He closed his book and set it out in front of him in the table separating us. I did the same and felt my hands start to shake “The gun. It has my prints on it” I stood up and Justin followed suit. I started pacing back and forth across the living room.

Justin stayed silent, and it made the whole situation worse, I looked over at him and realised he was pacing back and forth too. It made me smile before I realised what was happening. I made myself stand still, whilst Justin continued pacing “Justin, what am I going to do? I- I can’t even go and get the gun, because they’ll know its missing” I ran my fingers roughly through my hair, getting frustrated.

I honestly didn’t know what I was going to do.

Justin was still quiet, knowing him it meant he was thinking.

Which meant I was too…never a good idea.

If the bodies of Mike and my mother were still there and I went and got the gun. They’d eventually be found, without the gun. Meaning the case would be go from suicide to murder.

If we left it how it is now, the gun would be found with my fingerprints on it. Putting me slam bam in the middle of the whole situation.

“We leave it. If the cops come, we’ll tell them the truth. We have the letters, and Jason can back us up” Justin had finally spoken. At first it made sense, but the longer I thought about it, the more confused and angry I got.

“They’re not going to believe us Jay…we’re fucking criminals” I raised my voice without meaning to, running my fingers through my hair once again and pulling at the roots. My legs falling beneath me so I end up sitting on the floor. With my head tucked in and leaning on my knees, I start to cry. Crying out of frustration. It only took a few seconds for Justin to come and crouch down in front of me, taking me in his arms and holding me close.

“We tell the truth. If they don’t believe us…we’ll. We’ll sort it out when the time comes, ok?” Justin had told me. I looked up to him and wiped my cheeks and croaked out a simple “Ok”

That’s all I was going to get. Not the most sensible and thorough plan. But a plan, a lot more than I had before.

“Mr and Mrs Bieber?” I was shaken out of my thoughts by the lady standing opposite Justin and I. I looked at Justin and he smiled, squeezing my hand. We stood up and followed the lady down the corridor and in a small room.

I followed her instructions and was now lying on the uncomfortable hospital bed with Justin standing beside me, holding my hand with both of his, whilst the midwife stood the other side of me, sorting herself out.

“This might be a bit cold ok?” The women warned me, her voice far too annoyingly high pitched that I had to push myself to smile to hide my undercover cringing.