Mentally Unstable (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 5

I sat on the couch, awaiting Niall's questions as I drummed my fingers along my stomach.

Niall cleared his throat, smiling slightly as he began his questioning, "How old are you?"

"Just turning seventeen in a few weeks." I stated, staring at the ceiling.

"Are you excited?" Niall asked.

I hummed, "No, not unless I'm out of here, I guess."

"Do you have siblings?" Niall asked another, and I nodded, "What are their names? Tell me about them."

"Well, I have a younger brother a sister, Jazmyn and Jaxon, they're no older than six, Jazzy is six, and Jax four," I began, "They're amazing, I love them. Of course, they can be annoying, and all that, but I'm used to them."

"I hear you have a twin..." Niall said, writing down notes.

"Yep, Justin Bieber." I sighed.

"Bieber.... can I ask why your twins last name is different to yours? where does the last name, McCann come from?" Niall spoke.

"To tell you the truth, I was in Foster Care some time of my childhood, and my Foster Father was Carl McCann, he was the best father I could ever have." I smiled in thought and memory of him.

"Why were you in Foster Care?" Niall softened his voice.

I bit my lip, "My parents were very young when they had me and Justin, and they decided, for a few years, they'd place one of us in care, but still visit every weekend."

"What was that like for you?" Niall said.

I cleared my itchy throat, "Well, it basically told me my birth parents didn't give two shits about me, it was all about Justin. I was their second choice, no matter what."

Niall adjusted in his seat, "Continue, tell me about your life in Foster Care, the good things, the bad things, memories..."

"I remember growing up for a few years with Carl; he had an apartment, and a dog named Sally. His wife died with their unborn child a few years before he applied to be a Foster parent. He taught me how to ride a bike, took me to my first day of school," I felt my eyes blur with unwanted tears, which I shall not be shedding, "He even showed me how to shave, and I was ten at the time."

It was good times back when I was living with Carl, he treated me like I was top priority.

"Mum and Dad came to visit me every single weekend with Justin, although, I never got along with him. I enjoyed seeing my parents, because they're my parents, and I never understood why they didn't want me like they wanted Justin. They never let me sleep over their house, and they only visited for an hour.

"Carl used to comfort me when they'd leave, because I'd cry, and beg them to take me, to care about me, to love me like they loved Justin. When I was twelve, Carl was arrested for possession of drugs, weed to be exact. He was very secretive about taking that kind of stuff, I didn't even know til the day his apartment got raided.

"But that was the time my family decided they wanted me home, Mum had just had Jazzy around a year before, and they just got a home in a quiet neighbourhood. I wasn't allowed to be near Carl, so I was distraught over that. He still sent me letters though, and I sent him some. He made me feel better, and slowly I opened back up to my parents... still hated Justin.... and my parents agreed to changing my last name, Carl wanted it to be his, and seeing as the way he'd raised me, my parents had to go along with it."

When I was finished, I sighed deeply, staring lazily to Niall.

"That's very good, letting me know these things... I'm sure that you could be out of here quicker than we thought." Niall smiled, "I have one last question this session; I'd like to know what happened, the full story of the night you attempted to kill Justin."