Lonely Together (Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 23

"I went to Justin's and you weren't there. What happened?"

I almost shut the door in Sharon's face before she caught it. "Just go home," I groaned.

"Jessica," she hissed. "Stop it."

I was taken back by her tone of voice. Who does she think she is? I got closer to her, just to make it clear how much I don't trust her. "Get out of my house," I said in a harsh tone. "Now."

Her eyes widened, staring me dead in the eye. She then pushed past me and into my house, making me roll my eyes. "I wanted to talk to you."

"Too bad," I laughed. "I don't want to talk."

"What is wrong with you?" She looked at me like I was a monster. "Do you need medication?"

"Good one," I scoffed. "That's the last thing I need right now."

"Stop talking to me like that."

"No!" I threw my hands up, breathing heavy. "No."

She raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I don't like you, I don't trust you," I

started, taking a step towards her. "And I definitely don't want you in my house."

She" stared at me, getting a sad look in her eyes.

"Leave." I whispered.

"Not without answers," she said quietly.

"Answers to what?!" I screamed.

"Why are you here?!" She screamed back, having had enough.

"He left," I choked out immediately.

That shut her up completely. She stared at me in shock, not knowing whether to say something or not. She looked at the floor while I sat at the counter in my kitchen, head in my hands.

"Just go." I whispered, not wanting to cry. "Please."

She took a step closer to me, sitting down in the barstool beside me. I turned my head slowly to find her tapping her pen in an irritated manner. "How old was your mom when she left?"

I hung my mouth open in complete shock. She came here to investigate my mom being missing; after everything that just happened.

"Go," I whispered.

She gave me one last look before flipping her hair over her shoulder, strutting for the door.

Bitch, was all I could think.

Wanting to forget what happened, I tried to get my mind off things. Grabbing my purse, I headed for the shop.
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"She's all over the news." Amber stated, opening the register. "As much as I hate her, who would take the guts to vandalize her dead sons room? That's sick." The word rolled off her tongue in pure disgust.

"I do feel bad for her actually," Brooklyn stated, her light blue eyes staring at the floor. "She's done a lot of shit, but no one deserves that."

I just nodded, knowing there was no way in hell I was ever going to tell them. "How'd the party go the other night?"

"So good," Jamie said.

"That's only because you almost lost your V-card." Brooklyn retorted.

"Speak for yourself," Jamie scoffed. "Her and this Ryan guy couldn't get enough of each other."

"Ryan hosted the party?"

They all nodded in unison.

"In my opinion, you're lucky you didn't go," Kelsey looked at me.

I giggled, the other girls sending her death glares.

"Listen, I didn't want to start anything. I just came to stop by," I said, grabbing my purse once more. "I printed out your guys' schedules for the week, they're on the top of the desk in the back."

They nodded again, saying their goodbyes before I left.

I answered my ringing phone that was buried deep in my purse, clicking the answer key to the unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Ms. Johnson," the man said. "You haven't picked out your community service job that was due two days ago."

"Shit," I muttered under my breath. "I'm so sorry. I don't have my list with me-"

"The options were either answering phone calls, picking up trash, working behind the counters at the station, or helping young teenagers involved in music."

I almost laughed out loud at the last one, wondering who on earth would want music lessons from a girl who murdered her boyfriend. However, it seemed like the least punishing one. "The last one," I said, crossing the street. "That would be great." I lied.

"You start in two weeks. Thank you," he hung up.

I tucked my phone away, the day starting to close. The moon was almost completely in the sky, darkness filling the area. I was chilled to the bone, just wanting to get home already.

Community service scares me. This particular job however, shouldn't be that bad. The thing I was scared of was becoming who I was, which is something no one wanted.

Piano was always something my mom dreamed of, not me. Once I got better though, it did actually start to hit me that I could actually take this somewhere. I haven't played since my mom left, but I would have to in two weeks at community service. Jesus.

I reached my front door, unlocking it and stepping inside. The warm air instantly soothed my skin, making me relax. I turned on every light, too scared to be alone in the dark. Call me a wimp, this town is sketchy at times.

I cleaned the kitchen a little, realizing how big of a loser I looked like. Cleaning my house at almost midnight. That's a first.

I then turned off all the lights, stifling a yawn. I still wasn't caught up on sleep from yesterday.

Heading up the stairs, my heart beat accelerated as the door bell rang, the house dead silent. I turned back down the stairs, scared to open the door at this hour. What if it was someone trying to hurt me? Who would protect me then?

I reached the handle of the door, finally getting the courage to open it. Swinging it open quickly, I came face to face with very familiar brown eyes that I adored.

"I came to explain."
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