Forever and always (sequel to Being Mrs. Bieber)

Chapter 9: Prove me wrong babe

Mia's POV:

"Mia, c'mon babe. He's your Dad. He's the only parent you have."

"Justin, it's complicated," I say.

My dad just called and asked me if we could do dinner tonight. I said I'll think about it.

The kids are in the living room playing, while Justin and I are in the kitchen discussing the whole situation.

Justin really wants me to go, but I'm so hesitant to it.

"Mia, you're pushing him away. Why do you constantly do that? Don't you see we c-"

"Please Justin. Spare me with the bullshit. You told me this before. I know people care about me. But, they're caring for me in the wrong way."

"Mia, w-"

"No. Everyone thinks they know what's good for me since my suicide attempt. Everyone adding their ideas and plans to make me get better and it's pissing me off. Since when did everyone become fuckin' therapists?"

Justin rolls his eyes and groans in frustration.

"Babe, don't you see we all care? You're pushing us all away when you need us the most."

"It's only because you guys aren't listening to what I have to say," I stress to him.

He sighs.

"Then, tell me baby. Talk to me."

"I don't want to," I boldly reply.

What's the fuckin' point? Everyone is gonna ignore me anyone and continue their plans to get me into rehab.

"Mia, really? I'm here to listen. But, here you are again, pushing me away."

I see him growing angry at him, causing me to do the same to him.

"I'm going out," I tell him.

I grab a jacket and my car keys, but I feel Justin wrap his arms around my waist.

He turns me around to face him.

"So, you're gonna leave me here alone with our three children?"

I groan.

"I'm coming back. I just need time," I explain.

"Time for what? Aren't we done with this bullshit. We fight, you leave, I run after you, we make up, and everything is back to normal," he tells me, growing more upset with me.

"Justin, we are done with that."

"Ok, so we're finally done with the stupid cycle. But, are you done pushing me away?"

"Justin please," I plead.

He grab my hands and holds him in his, coming closer.

"All I try to do is make you happy. I can't do that if you push me away Mia."

I look down.

"Justin, I'm not okay. I cut, I'm depressed all the time. When I have a good day, there's a bad day immediately after and I'm depressed again. I've been through a lot and thinking about the past is even painful. I wanna stay alive sometimes , but overall I always wanna leave. I'm suicidal. I need help. Justin, I need you."

"Baby, I wanna help. You said I'm all you need to get better, but I don't believe you anymore."

I look up at him, seeing he's crushed that he just said that.

"I thought I was all that you needed to get better. I thought I could help you. But, it seems like I'm just making everything worse."

"Justin, you're not."