YOUR POV
*a/n: You guys this is really sad :( I almost cried while writing it*
I was sitting on the floor beside the coffee table, my phone on the table, and it was put on speaker phone so I could speak to my best friend while painting my toe nails. My boyfriend, Justin was out with his friends so I figured I should entertain myself at home.
I rummaged through a box of nail polish and continued my conversation with my best friend, Sara.
"So, I was at the mall, and I saw Lisa. You remember her right? Lisa Anderson? Anyways, I found this cute leather jacket and I was gonna get it, but then I felt someone tugging at the sleeve of the jacket. So, I look over, and I see Lisa trying to take it from me. It's a total bitch move if you ask me. I didn't let her have it, though. I pulled it out of her hands before she could take it." I heard my best friend tell me her story and laugh through the phone, shoving chips in her mouth, causing crunching noises to echo through the speakers.
"Sara, can you shut the hell up with your chewing? I'm trying to watch the news." I teased her and laughed.
"Who the hell watches the news? What are you, a 50 year old woman?" She made fun of me and chuckled.
"Excuse me but there was nothing else to watch. Plus, I needed something to entertain me while I painted my nails." I shrugged and twisted the cap of the nail polish bottle to close it. I shoved it back in the box.
"Whatever," she laughed. "I'm gonna go, my mom's making me babysit while she goes out. Talk to you later, babe."
She ended the call before I could respond and I sighed. Getting up off the floor, I sat down on the couch and put my feet up on the table as I watched the news.
After the story of a little girl that has just been abducted in a neighborhood about an hour away, I saw the bright red letters flash across the screen.
Breaking News: Pop Star Justin Bieber Arrested For Driving Under the Influence
My heart stopped when I saw it. This can't be true. My boyfriend would never do anything like that. I payed close attention to what the news lady was saying, making sure that I wasn't dreaming.
"At around 4:30 pm in the quiet neighborhood of Calabasas, 20 year old pop star, Justin Bieber, was arrested, as well as his friend, Khalil Sharieff, for driving under the influence of drugs and alcohol.
Bieber seemed to be heavily dazed, with bloodshot eyes and the scent of alcohol evident on his breath. When the cops pulled him over, he bombarded them with insults and tried to throw punches and kicks at the sherrifs.
Police officer, Arnold Simpson of the LAPD forcefully pulled him out of the vehicle, where Bieber hurled more insults and threats at him. Inhabitants of Calabasas lined up outside of their houses to witness the scene.
Both Bieber and Sharieff were handcuffed and put into the back of the police car, where they seem to be driving to the county jail. Witnesses report that Bieber and Sharieff could not walk in a straight line and stumbled with each step they took."
Instantly, tears filled my eyes and I found it hard to breathe. How could Justin be so stupid? How could he do this? He knows how dangerous it is to drink and drive, yet here I am, trying to have an enjoyable Saturday afternoon, but instead, I turn the TV on to see that my boyfriend is being taken to jail for drunk driving.
Quickly slipping sandles onto my feet, I grabbed my car keys and ran out of the house. After a 15 minute drive to the local jail, I parked crookedly in the parking lot, but it wasn't like I cared. I had bigger things to deal with.
