Becoming Queen | A Justin Bieber Fanfiction

Twenty Seven.

As everyone returns back to the Cooper household, they enter, taking their spots around the living room as Maverick and Justin stay standing, facing George who enters from the kitchen.

"She's not too good." he informs them. "She's in a trance. Almost like she's not here."

"Where is she?" Maverick asks, licking his lips.

"Maverick, listen." Annabell says.

"I don't think you should be so eager with her." George says, gulping. "She obviously isn't herself and I think we all need to take that into consideration. We don't want to overwhelm her or ask her a bunch of questions."

"I agree."

"Of course you do." Maverick scoffs at Justin's response. "Why the fuck are you even here? You need to go."

"No, he doesn't." George states harshly.

"You're dad's right, Maverick. I don't. Accept it or not, I'm the one who got your sister out of there with the help of our two new recruitments. Not you. If I hadn't shown up she'd still be there." Justin tells him. "So, I'm staying."

"Hell if-"

"No Maverick." George sternly growls, giving Maverick a look. "And you're not to argue with him in front of her either. That's the last thing she needs right now."

Maverick's hands clench as well as his jaw, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Where is she now?" Rylee softly asks.

"She's been in the shower for almost twenty minutes now." Caitlin says, glancing at everyone.

"Did she notice you guys?"

Ryan shakes his head. "No. But, we didn't really expect her to, either."

Everyone nods and sits around, waiting until the click of the door upstairs is heard, indicating Hadlee is leaving her room.

Appearing in the living room only a moment later, she ignores everyone else in the room, facing her father before looking off to the side.

"I made you a plate of food, honey." Annabell speaks after a silent moment. "You need to eat something."

Hadlee licks her lips, slowly nodding before forcing her feet forward and to the small, closed off part of the dining room where the plate of food sits on the table. Gulping to herself, Hadlee sits staring down at the food with shaky, tired hands.

Annabell peeks over, noticing her not eating a few moments later and sighing. "She won't eat."

"Everyone was constantly putting negative things in her head." Alex whispers. "That could be why."

Maverick stands, making his way over to Hadlee in the secluded area and sitting across from her. "Hey Hads." he starts, speaking softly.

***Hadlee's POV***

I hear him. I hear Maverick speaking to me. I hear the whispers from the living room but I can't seem to make out what they're saying because they're too far. My ears ring with uncertainty and Maverick's words do the opposite of help me. I hear them, but I can't listen. His voice burns in my head along with the others, causing a fire to form in my chest. I know my hands clench in my lap. I feel them do it. My skin is hot. I can't seem to cool it down. To cool my mind and relax. I know he's talking. I know he's begging and I know he's trying to help. But knowing he's the reason for this incident makes my blood boil. If only he could do what he's supposed to and refrain from crossing so many lines, he'd have less people out to get him... out to get me.