Beauty Inside

Chapter 17

Justin's POV

"This is my house. I can wear whatever I want." I mumbled to myself, shuffling through my closet. Even though I wanted to walk around shirtless, I knew that if Summer didn't make me change, my mom would've when she got here anyways.

People say, that the person you attract yourself to, resembles your parents. I guess you can say that's true because Summer is a mirror image of my mother. They both are so caring and sweet, no matter who the person is, or the mistake he or she has made. They both are strong, independent woman who work for everything they earn. And of course, both of them are beautiful.

Not really caring how I looked, I decided on a pair of grey shorts and a black v-neck. I quickly slipped the clothing on my body, checking myself in my mirror. I didn't look the greatest, but appearance wasn't that big of a deal to me today since I didn't plan on leaving the house today.

Closing the closet door behind me, I quickly ran to the bathroom to pee before everyone got here. That and I knew everyone was coming any second now, so Summer would have no choice but to answer the door. I don't understand why she's so scared? I mean, it's my mom. Despite my mom's anger at me from punching that dick last night, I know she's really coming because she now knows about Summer.

Just as I was pulling up my shorts, I heard a loud crash following a scream from Summer.

"Summer?!" I yelled, dashing down the stairs.

"Where is that son of a bitch?" I heard a voice that sounded way too familiar. It couldn't be, her dad? My thoughts were confirmed when I came around the corner.

"Dad! Please stop!" Summer yelled, watching her dad destroy every piece of furniture in my house that he could get his hands on. I ran toward Summer, bringing her into my arms, wanting to do nothing more than protect her.

"Are you okay?" I took hold of her face, as she gave me an assuring nod.

"Get your hands off my daughter!" Her dad yelled, pulling on my shirt, yanking me down to the floor. I'm not really sure what happened next, but I was protecting my face from the blows her father was giving me, putting in as much force into my ribs, stomach, and face as possible. Using all the muscle in my body, I was able to turn him over, climbing on top of him, as I gave him a quick blow to the face. The amount of anger built up inside of me managed to get me to continue punching him as fast and hard as possible, wanting nothing more but for him to feel my pain.

"Justin! Stop! Please Justin!" Breaking out of my trance from Summer's voice, I stopped myself, carefully standing back up on my feet, wiping the blood dripping from my lip.

"What's going on here?!" I heard Scooter's voice come in from the door. I turned around to find him with my mother and Ryan following close behind.

"You ask the famous Justin Bieber!" John said. "Why don't you tell them Justin? Why don't you tell him how you slept with my seventeen year old daughter?" John slowly stood back up on his feet.

Shit. I completely forgot about her age. Let alone, I didn't know she was seventeen! Fucking seventeen?!

"We didn't sleep together!" Summer shouted.

"And why should I believe you? He obviously is repeating the same actions of his mother!" I lunged back at John, but Ryan and Scooter both held me back. I turned to face my mother, and I could see the tears trying their hardest not to fall.

"You son of a bitch." I gritted through my teeth.

"Summer. We are leaving, now." Her father reached for her hand, but she jerked it away from his grasp.