Beauty Inside

Chapter 23

Summer's POV

Fear: an unpleasant often strong emotion caused by anticipation or awareness of danger.

That is exactly what I had. Fear.

"I'm home." The words barely came out of my mouth.

I couldn't comprehend anything that was happening around me because the only thing that I was focusing on were a set of fiery, enraged, eyes. But no one spoke. My mother wouldn't even look up at me. Nothing was said, nothing was done. Just silence.

"Aren't you going to say something?" I asked.

"What do you want us to say, huh Summer?" My dad stood up. "Do you want us to come running to you with open arms, because your home from your couples retreat in Miami?"

"No, I-"

"Did you want us to punish you and ground you for the rest of the Summer for your bad behavior? Because who knows, maybe you'll just sneak out again."

"Dad I just left because I-"

"Because you what?"

"Because I... I..." I couldn't find any logic reason.

"Exactly. You don't have a reason. You were just being stupid, running around with your idiot of a boyfriend." My dad shoved his hands in his pockets, turning towards him.

"Sir, you are completely right. It is my fault. I was the one who came up with the whole idea. I should've been more responsible with your daughter in my hands." I could tell Justin was bring careful with his choice of words.

"Hell yeah, you should've! You guys didn't even have the decency to call us, or even send a goddam text! We had to find out through the television that the new famous couple was spending a relaxing trip on the beaches of Miami. Do you know how worried we were? And then on top of that, when all of our friends and the damn paparazzi kept on bombarding us, asking us about your "romantic trip" what were we supposed to say?

"I don't know." I pouted, not even trying to explain myself and further.

My dad simply shook his head, walking back to the couch to join my mother.

"Your mother and I have decided that you're not allowed to see Justin anymore." My stomach dropped. In that short amount of time, I thought time had stopped.

"Wait, wait, what?" I could feel the tears starting to rise.

"You heard me. As long as you're under this household, there will be no Justin Bieber and Summer Jones. Your relationship is over."

"Dad! You can't do that!" I furiously shook me head, letting the tears fall down my face.

"Yes. Yes I can. I'm your father and I can do whatever I want."

"Mom! You're just going to let him do this!?" I yelled at her, trying to save my relationship.

"I'm sorry Summer, but your father is right on this one. You've completely lost your focus on your future. Five months ago, you would have never done anything like this. Justin just isn't healthy for you." She said, walking over to me.

"Healthy? Justin isn't healthy for me? You obviously wouldn't know that because you're never around! Justin is the healthiest thing that I've had in my life. He cares about me, and I care about him. He actually makes me happy, something that you and Dad obviously lost a long time ago."

After the words slipped from my mouth, I felt a strike of a hand come across my face, as I turned my head to the right from the force of my mother's slap.