Lost Without You (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 13-Returning, Part 1

A/N: I know I said certain things had to happen before I updated. But, I realized I haven't uploaded a new chapter in almost a month. Lucky for you all, I love you guys and decided to update anyway. <3

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It was amazing to finally go home that night. I missed my bed, having clean clothes, being on my phone.

I had missed two days of school and was going back tomorrow, so yesterday and today I had done my work. Justin had to collect my homework for me and himself, so I did work last night and then some this morning and evening.

Saying I was exhausted would have been an understatement. It was only five o'clock, but I was just about ready to go to bed.

When we got home, I went straight up to my room. A smile spread across my face. I put on dark blue jeggings and a light purple sweater.

I picked my phone up off of my bed and hit the on button. My notifications had blown up. I unlocked it and looked at the menu.

26 missed calls.

107 text messages.

33 Twitter notifications.

14 personal messages on Facebook.

This was really weird. When had I gotten so popular? I checked Twitter first.

Big mistake.

There were tweets about me all over the site. Word must have gotten out that I was missing and that Justin was, too. So I started reading the tweets.

"I hope @diana.cruz52 never comes back. She was such a freak."

"Since when do y'all care about @diana.cruz52 ? All you guys ever did was bully her."

"I bet she got raped or something😂😂😂 hahaha slut."

"Maybe @diana.cruz52 tried to get @justinbieber to bang her, but he ran off and she was too embarrassed to show her face😂"

I stopped reading and exited the app.

I clicked on iMessages.

Pretty much all the texts were from numbers I wasn't familiar with. The ones I recognized were either from my mom or people I was closed to years ago.

From (a number not in my contacts): What happened? Did you finally realize what a slut you were and run off with some married guy?

From (another number not in my contacts): Did you finally kill yourself? I sure hope so!

From (number not in my contacts): Hey, whore!

From Mom: Honey, where are you? Call me back.

The pain I had left in the back of my mind for days came rushing back all at once. Why did people treat me like this? Why would they make up rumors? What did I do to them?

"Diana!" I heard my mom call from downstairs, interrupting my thoughts. "I made pasta and garlic bread if you want some."

I swallowed hard and shook my head. "N-No," I called back. "No, thanks. Not hungry."

"Okay! I love you!"

I let out a shaky breath. "Love you, too." My voice cracked.

My phone rang. I had a new text message.

From (a number not in my contacts): Hey, D, it's Justin. I hope everything's going well. Mind if I come over with my mom later?

I added his number to my contacts.