Fall- A Justin Bieber Love Story

Chapter 50- Be Alright

Chapter 50- Be Alright

"...And for you I would walk a thousand miles. Through the long nights, don't you worry we can make it through anything."~ Justin Bieber

I watch as Justin looks anywhere but me. He rests one foot against the wall behind him as he runs his hand through his hair. I see him swallow hard. I don't know what I am expecting to discover but whatever it is I need to know. There is obviously something he is hiding from me and I deserve to know. Whatever it is it’s related to this. At first I thought that maybe hospitals remind him off his loss of Avalanna but I now know that he is hiding something.

"Justin we don't have all day here," I spit, irritated.

He finally turns to look at me. "This isn't my thing to say. This is his secret and his problem."

"Not too long ago you would have jumped at the chance to spill all his dark secrets. What's changed now? And for all I know he won't even wake up." I push that thought out of my head.

"If I knew that his secret was this I would have never even tried searching. Although when I found out I wasn't even looking." His cryptic words confuse me. "Believe me when I say that you would rather not know. It will only tarnish your precious memory of him."

I shake my head. "Please. I don't want to argue. I just want to know what it is that you're hiding Justin. Please." Maybe it's because he can see the defeat and tiredness in my eyes or maybe he realised that I was just desperate. Whatever it is, I feel thankful when he lowers his leg and looks at me.

"I know where he got those drugs from."

I spend a few moments trying to let that sink in. He can't be saying what I think he can. Tears brim in my eyes and I hate it. "No. Please no."

Justin looks down. "Yeah. Sorry," he whispers.

I shake my head as I take a few steps back. That is not my Bruce. That is not the guy who has bright grey eyes and melts hearts with those deep dimples. The boy who is always smiling and making others laugh. He is not the guy who deals drugs and helps people kill their insides. The guy who helps someone set up their death bed. That isn't my Bruce. "Please tell me that you are lying? That you are winding me up."

"I really wish I was. I wish I didn't even know because that, that, small small fact isn't even the tip of the iceberg. It isn't even near the worst."

I wipe my tears. "What else could be as bad as that? As bad as giving people that stuff to kill themselves?"

Justin stands up straighter. "That isn't my secret to tell. I will let him drop that bomb on you himself. Because I don't want to watch as it explodes and destroys everything around it. Because that, that boy you loved some much that is what he does! He does nothing but destroys everything he touches! He poisons everything in his way until there is nothing but a corpse to rot."

"No. He isn't like that! He makes people laugh and makes them feel alive. He makes people happy and he steals their heart with his smiles and laughter. He doesn't hurt people and he doesn't deal anything to anyone. He isn't like that. He can't be like that. Not my Bruce."

Justin laughs. "Your Bruce? He is nothing but a coward who deserves to be locked up. He doesn't even deserve to die that easily. But I hope one day that shit comes back to him and does kill him because that is what he does to other people. He takes away someone's child. Someone's role model. He helps them do that and if you are standing here defending him and denying what kind of monster he is, then you are just as bad. How much will it take for you to realise that he isn't what you thought he is?! He isn't perfect! He isn't a saint! He isn't worthy of you!"