Justin Bieber Imagines

The Meaningful Call Part 1

WARNING: This contains a reader in the middle of an abusive relationship.   
  
   Y/N'S POV

  After I picked up my six-year-old daughter, Ella, from school, I put her down on the sofa before I walked into the kitchen. I went to start dinner, but there was nothing here to cook. I began to panic because I had to fix something, or Michael was going to hurt me. Michael was Ella's father, who enjoyed making my life miserable. Well, actually, he wasn't even her father. It was the only explanation that I could give Ella as to why Michael was around me so much.
  I couldn't tell Ella that he was doing all the things to me that I had taught her that most men don't do to women. Her father was Justin Bieber, and I had always known that. Michael and I were never going to be together, but I just couldn't escape him. He invited himself here often, and all my attempts to fight him back often ended up in more pain for me the next day.

  When I heard Ella yell,"DADDY!!," I knew that I was in trouble. I looked down at the visible bruises on my arms before Michael walked into the kitchen.

  He was holding Ella in his arms as he said to me,"Hey, baby. We're hungry."

  "Dinner's not ready. But we can go grab something to eat."

  The look Michael gave me only scared me. Even as Ella smiled at me, being the best thing that had ever happened to me, it wasn't even helping.

  Michael put Ella down before he said,"Why don't you go upstairs and watch Little Einsteins?"

  Ella yelled,"OKAY, DADDY! BYE, MOMMY!"

  The second Ella made it into my bedroom, Michael's mood changed, and he walked towards me as he said,"You know what this means, don't you?"

  "Michael, please. I...I'm in pain already. Ella's here. Please don't."

  Michael pushed me into the counter before he held my arms behind my back. Then, he smirked at me before he began to push my arms back further.

  I screamed in pain, and Michael slapped me before he said,"Don't scream, and you know that she isn't my daughter. Sweet girl, though."

  I whimpered, and it took everything out of me not to scream as Michael only created more bruises on my skin.

   3RD PERSON POV

  As Michael caused Y/N even more pain, little Ella watched Little Einsteins in her mother's bedroom. However, Ella kept hearing something other than the television. Curious as a six-year-old is, she moved closer to the door before she overheard her mother screaming.
  At first, Ella remained in the bedroom until she heard her mother crying. Ella rushed out to the top of the staircase and looked into the kitchen to see her mother on the floor while her "father" was on top of her.

  Ella's eyes filled with tears, and she ran back into her mother's bedroom. Ella sat there until she remembered what her mother had told her about calling an important number, yet she couldn't remember the number.
  She saw her mother's phone sitting on the bed before she ran over to it. She picked it up and unlocked her mother's phone, then she somehow found her contacts. Yet, Ella didn't know who to call out of all the people on her mother's phone.

  So, Ella just called the contact named Justin. Ella, once again, heard her mother crying, but it was a lot louder this time. Something broke, and then her mother's cries became even louder.

  "Hello?"

  Ella cried as she said,"My mommy...My mommy needs help. She keeps crying, and...and daddy's hurting her."

   JUSTIN'S POV

  I hadn't even been asleep for five minutes, and someone decided to call me. I just answered the phone, and suddenly, I heard a little girl crying over the phone. But by the way she was crying, something was very wrong. I could hang up the phone or even direct the girl to someone else, but I wanted to know what was going on.

  She said,"My mommy...My mommy needs help. She keeps crying, and...and daddy's hurting her."

  The second I processed what the little girl told me in my mind, I immediately said to her,"You called the right person. Where are you?"

  She sniffed before she told me,"I'm not supposed to tell my address."

  I smiled at this little girl's cuteness, but I had to know where she was so either I could go to her or me and the cops could go to her.

  I tried to think of how to convince her to tell me before I said,"Do you recognize my voice?"

  She answered,"No. Mommy!"

  I knew that she wasn't talking to me when she said the last part, but then she said to me,"Mommy's screaming again."

  "Sweetheart, I need you to tell me where you are right now, or your daddy's going to keep hurting your mother. You can trust me. I promise."

  She told me her address, and it turned out that it wasn't too far from where I was right now. So, I immediately called the experts to let them know what the situation was.

  As much as I wanted to at least make sure that the girl was okay and her mother, I couldn't just walk into that house.

  So, remembering that I was still on the phone, I said to the little girl,"There's people on the way right now to help your mother. Stay wherever you are. You did the right thing calling someone."

  "Can you stay on the phone?"

  I answered,"Of course, I can."

   3RD PERSON POV

  Justin stayed on the phone with Ella until the cops arrived. Luckily, Michael was still in the house when the cops came in to arrest him. But sadly, he had hurt Y/N badly. Badly to the point where Y/N was bleeding badly, and she needed a hospital quick. Y/N was rushed to the hospital, but Ella was sent to stay with Y/N's relatives. However, Ella would get another chance to talk to Justin or her father again.