Mr. Bieber & I

Chapter 19

unedited

Hannahs POV

*1 month later, Hannah is 3 months pregnant*

I don't think Justin notices that I'm gone. And honestly, I dont fucking care. He has only made my life a living hell for 2 months; or longer. A lot has happened in the month that I've been staying with my dad. I started online course at a collage in Arizona. I decided that if I want this baby to have a good furture then I should probably go to collage so I can support it. I'm taking basic courses for now. Just until I can figure out what I'm going to do.

I also got a new apartment which I am moving into now actually. It's close to the town so I can do all my shopping without a car. And it's good exercise. Oh my god. Did I just say good exercise? What's wrong with me? Since when did I care about exercise. Anyways, being here with my dad has been a blast! We have done so much things together! We went to a baseball game, went out to eat a lot, and we went to a carnival! The baseball game was so fun! Well, they always are with dad. But this one was special becasue I really got to bond with Ben and especially Harley. I got to know that Harley and my dad met at a meeting (not very cliche, but cute). I also learned that they were engaged for a few years and finally got married.

OH! And before I forget to mention, Ben is my biological brother. My mom got me and my dad got him.

Now, back to reality, It is Noon on a friday and i have absolutly nothing to do. Ben is at school and Dad and Harley are at work. So, I'm home all by myself. Walking downstairs, there is a knock at the door. I walk as fast as I can, seeing how I am pregnant and I don't want to disturb the baby.

"Hello, is Hannah there?" The person says when I open the door, I gasp. How? He looks up and his eyes go wide.

"Why are you here Justin?" I say angrily.

"I was looking for you. Marissa said you were going to your dads so I came here." He talks normally. Surprisingly, he isn't drunk or hungover.

"What do you want?" I say bitterly.

"To talk to you." He says bluntly. Oh my god, you have to be kidding me. Now you want to talk?

"Now you want to talk?" I repeat, "Where were you all those lonely nights when i wanted to talk to you? Where were you when I needed you the most? I needed you Justin and you weren't there." I say, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.

"I'm so very, deeply sorry Hannah. I just. . .I didn't know what to do. I had a lot on my mind. I didn't mean for you to leave or anything. I guess I was just stressed out." He says not once loosing eye contact. "Can I come in and talk to you?" He chuckles. I reluctantly let him in and sit in the living room.

"Okay, I understand." I nod. "But that still doesn't help the fact that you went out and got drunk every day and you got another girl pregnant and you verbally abused me and -- Should I keep going?" I ask him rasing eyebrows. my

"Okay. . ." He mutters. 'Okay Hannah I get it. I've gotten help with all that stuff. Fredo has forced me to go to counseling. I've gotten help with my short drinking problem. And I fixed verbally abusing people. I'm sorry." He takes my hand and looks me in the eyes. "Please lets start over?" My eyes widen.

What should I do? Do I forgive him? What if he does this again? I mean, I basically restarted my  whole life over. Well, not literally. I don't know what I should do.

"I-I don't know if I can." I tell him truthfully. " I don't know if I can go throught that again." I say, trying not to look into his eyes. Because I know if I do I will start to cry.