Beauty Inside

Chapter 13

Justin's POV

"Hi! You've reached Summer's voice-mail. I'll try to call you back as soon as possible! Thank you!"

I've memorized her voice-mail forwards and backwards. I've called her phone somewhere around 100 times now, and she hasn't answered a single call. Tossing my phone, I flew back on my bed, trying to think where I went wrong.

Oh yeah, when I fucking slept with those two girls.

I don't even know what was wrong with me. I wasn't in my right mind, but I know that's no excuse for my actions. Sitting up, I grabbed the newspaper that Summer gave me. Right on the front page was my name, in bold letters, attracting the whole world, giving them only another reason to give me hate.

BIEBER LEAVES CLUB WITH NOT ONE, BUT TWO GIRLS!

And of course to top it all of was a picture of me kissing that one chick, right in the center of the fucking page. Good job Justin. Great fucking job.

Not really sure what to do, I grabbed my phone off the floor logging on to my twitter. I haven't been on it in days simply because I knew how many of the beliebers were disappointed in me. Every time I screw up, they make sure to call me out on my actions. Yet, they still stick by my side --Amazing, isn't it? I decided that it would be a good time to make my apology. Typing, I wrote it in about thirty minutes, changing it about ten times before I was finally content with my tweet.

I know that I've set out a bad reputation for myself lately, and for that, I am extremely sorry. I apologize to my fans, for letting you down. I'm sorry to my parents and my close friends, for you to find out that I was so rude, and disrespectful, humiliating myself. I understand that in the position that I am in, I can't go out and do whatever I please because I will always have eyes watching me. I ask for your forgiveness, to look past this, knowing that I have accepted and learned from my mistake.

I hesitated for a while on whether or not to try and call her one more time, but I figured why not. I knew that she probably wasn't going to answer, but it never hurts to try! Dialing her number once again, I put it to my ear, patiently waiting for her to pick up. Normally, when I call her the phone rings about 7-8ish times before it goes to the voice-mail. But this time, I got her voice-mail after two rings.

"Okay so she's ignoring my calls now." I mumbled to myself, running my hand over my face.

I need her to give me a chance to explain myself. She may forgive me, she may not. (To be honest, I don't think I could ever forgive myself if I were in her shoes.) But forgiveness is kind of impossible at the moment considering the fact that she won't answer any of my text or calls. And let's not forget last night when she kicked me out her house.

I still remember the feeling I got yesterday, when she walked in the house. I knew she was going to hate me for coming to her house, but I just had to see her again. I mean, I had gone two weeks without seeing her --Well, unless you count the fact that I creeped through her instagram about twenty times-- However, something was off yesterday. I could tell she wasn't herself. She looked so tired, and her eyes were swollen and bloodshot. I didn't even have to guess to know that she was crying. Crying because of me.