Adopted by Justin Bieber

17. Don't tear us apart

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Justin POV

I can't stop staying still on the private jet seat. I miss my daughter and I really want her to be in my arms again. That video, posted on Vine by Ashton Irwin, of her singing a song I never heard of, was delicately beautiful. What have I done?

"She's gonna be okay, bro. Trust me," Ryan encountered.

"I know she will. I miss her," I whispered and wiped tears that fell down my cheek.

"We all miss her, son. We're gonna get her back. I promise," Mum comforted me.

"Why am I so dumb? I didn't meant to say those hurtful words to her. I was suppose to chase after her," I cried. "What have I done?"

"What's done is done, bro. You just have to apologize and make up to her. You guys had been apart this few weeks. You shouldn't have went hard on her when she drove your car. All she needs is your trust," Alfredo explained. "She's like my own sister. I know her," He continued.

"I miss her," That's all I said. Nothing in this world matter anymore. Just her.

Katherina POV

I cried the whole day. I wanted to be alone, and decided that the guys should have their own rest.

Many news had been reported on E! News and it's getting frustrating and annoying. They had been making up untrue stories and it's seriously sick. I just want Dad by my side right now. I missed him so much. I miss all those times we had like riding Segways around, messing in the studio, recording and writing songs. That little times we had were special for me. Because I've gone through many years of not having a dad, not spending my weekends with them.

I want a dad. A dad that could trust me. A dad that make me feel special. I have to apologize but I'm seriously craving for an affectionate from a dad. Yes, Justin is my legal guardian, my dad. But with his work that had been piling up this few weeks, there's no more father and daughter time anymore. I lost my dad since I was 4. 11 years of not having a father for me to turned to. I'm not like the other kids out there. I didn't get the chance to tell my dad things like boyfriends, crushes and stuffs. A mum? I miss my mum just like I miss my dad.

I miss my mum so much, I miss her voice, soothing me when I cry. Thinking that I lost both my parents at such a young age, I don't remember much. I don't know what I inherit from them. Does my brown hair looked like my mum when she was younger? The picture I had in the frame I kept was in black and white effect. I really don't know what their eye and hair color is. Is my mum tan and stuffs.

I just need Justin to be a father and a mother for me. I don't want him to shower me with money. I refuse that. I want love. A true love a father could give. Please, I'm begging anyone, don't tear me and Justin apart. He's all I have.

I blink away the tears that were brimming in my eyes. When I woke up, I want to forget everything, but only remember that Justin hates me and regret having me as a daughter.

A few hours later, I woke up when my hotel room's phone rang. I lazily sat up and reached over to the bedside table and answered it.

"Ms. Bieber!" The receptionist whispered-yelled.

"Yeah? Why do you sound so nervous and panic?" I asked and got off the super duper comfy bed.

"Your dad is on you way up to your room! We tried stopping him but-"

"It's okay. I will handle this." I said and ended the call. I walked over to my suitcase and changed into normal sweatpants and tanktop. A few seconds later, banging of the door were heard.

I walked slowly towards the door. "Katherina, baby please. Daddy is so sorry! Please open the door!" Dad begged.

I leaned on the door, not opening it. "A daddy doesn't hate or regret having a daughter," I started to cry. No matter how bad I want to open the door and hugged him tight, I still can't forget those words he said.

"I'm sorry, Kay. I'm so so sor-"

"Why the hell did I adopt you in the first place? You're causing a whole lot of drama." I cut him off. "It hurts, Dad. I thought you love me," I cried.

"Baby, please. I love you so much, it hurts." He cried.

"Leave," I whispered and walked towards the bathroom. I took out my make up bag and started searching for something small that could make me forget everything. I turned my make up bag upside down, causing everything to splatter around. And I found it.

Their footsteps were heard and I better hurry. I wanna leave everything behind.

I placed the blade on my wrist were my veins were popping out and got ready. I clenched my fist and closed my eyes.

"Baby no!" Justin shouted so loud and I accidently run the blade across my wrist, but not where I want it to be.

"It fucking hurts. Everything hurts. We were fine the other day. But not today." I whispered. "I'm begging everyone here, do not tear me and dad apart. He's all I need." I cried and fell down to the floor, crying.

Justin ran to me while the rest ran to different directions. "Daddy." I whimpered, "I'm sorry.." I sobbed.

"I'm sorry too baby. I didn't mean what I said." He cried and hugged me tight. "I love you so much, I never regret anything." He cried in my hair.

"Can we get together like before, dad?" I sobbed.

"Yes, I promise.." He whispered as Pattie and Ryan is now medicating my cut. It hurts.

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I kept on staring out of the plane's window, suddenly finding out that the clouds were cooler than I thought. Nothing special, really. Just it's beauty.

I silently let out a sob and took out my phone and clicked on the blue bird app.

'@katbieber: you're all I need @justinbieber'

I tweeted that out. After the apologizing moments at the hotel, I checked out and currently on the plane, on our way back to LA.

"C'mon baby, talk to me," Dad whispered. I didn't broke my gaze with the clouds. I kinda can't forgive myself for putting Dad in such a mess. Leaving him worried.

I stayed silent, "I love you, baby. Once we're back home, we're gonna play basketball together, do whatever you want. I'll be there with you, I promise," He smiled weakly. I looked at him and hugged him.

"I love you, dad." I could sense him smiling.

Finally, we're back together, just like before.

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