Be Alright (Jelena Fanfic) *Part 3*

Chapter 3: Moving On

Justin's P.O.V.

"It's your dad," my mom said softly. Looking at her with confusion, I thought we wouldn't have to deal with him anymore.

"What about dad?," I asked. My mom busted out crying. Tears wouldn't stop flowing from her eyes. She wiped her eyes then sniffled. 'Mom just answer the question,' I thought with concern. My mom took a minute to calm herself down.

"Justin your dad is kicking us out of this house," my mom admitted sadly.

"What? He can't do that! This is our house!," I yelled. My mom shook her head.

"Apparently not," my mom said. Looking down at the floor, I thought, 'Why would he even want this house? It's not like he lived here. My mom and I lived here. He had no right to kick us out.'

"Please tell me he can't do this," I said with hope. My mom avoided my eyes and looked down at the floor.

"He can, and he wants us out by tomorrow," my mom said while looking up at me.

"I know you guys are getting divorced. But he can't do this," I said. My mom looked down. My dad seriously couldn't do this to us. He cared about us, right 

"Well what are we gonna do?," I asked in a worried tone.

"I don't know. All I know is we have to be out of here by tomorrow," my mom cried. I shook my head.

"But we'll have nowhere to go, plus you don't have a job. Dad can't do this to us," I cried. My mom pulled me in for a hug. Putting my head on her shoulder, I cried. I had a hard time parting with this house when we were going to Paris, but I knew I was coming back to it.

Now I had to leave it all behind? This wasn't right. How could my dad do this to my mom and I? I didn't want to move. There had to be a way out of this. I took my head off of my mom's shoulder. We then let go of each other.

"So what are we going to do?," I whimpered. My mom used her thumb and wiped a few tears from my face. She took her thumb off my face.

"Don't worry we'll just start over tomorrow and just start moving on from this house," my mom said with sadness. 'Moving on. I hated the sound of that,' I thought.

How could I move on? This house was everything. My childhood. But I knew I had to man up and not cry about leaving this house. I had to worry about my mom finding a job and a place for us to live.

"So what's going to happen?," I asked while beginning to stop crying. My mom had a blank look on her face.

"I'll start looking for a job tonight and somewhere for us to live," my mom said. Quickly, I hugged her then noticed the pain and panic in her eyes,

"I'm so sorry," she cried.

"Mom if anyone should be saying sorry, it should be dad," I said. My mom let go of me. She then got up from the couch.

"I should probably start looking so I don't worry you so much," she said while wiping her eyes, "You should start packing your stuff up." Nodding, I got up from the couch.

My mom headed over to the dining room table. She sat down in a chair then opened the laptop up. I went up the stairs. How could my dad be so heartless? He knew my mom didn't have a job. What was his problem?

Walking into my room, I just stared. Closing my door behind me, I sighed loudly. Looking over at my closet, I then walked over to it and pulled out an empty cardboard box from the top shelf. Bringing the cardboard box over to my bed, I set it down on my bed near my duffel and suitcase.

I went over to my dresser and took some of my clothes out of it. Walking back over to my bed, I threw the clothes into the box. Sighing, I shook my head.