Fake Parents (A Justin Bieber Love Story) ~Completed~

Chapter 13: Handmade Bracelet

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Olivia’s POV:

I ran home as fast as possible and ran up to my room.

I changed into my pajamas and put my hair in a pony tail.

I sat on my bed wondering if I was going to be pregnant because Justin had just raped me. And I’m still on my period.

I went downstairs to get something to eat while tears still rolled down my eyes, because that was my first time and it hurt like hell.

Besides that, my first time was in a closet. That’s unbelievable.

I grabbed the tub of ice-cream in the freezer and took out a spoon from the drawer.

I turned on the TV and was watching 16 and Pregnant on MTV.

Then I heard a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door. When I looked up, I immediately tried to close the door by he stopped the door with his foot.

The he was Justin.

I leaned against the door not wanting to talk or look at him.

 Justin banged on the door and said, “Come on Olivia. Just open the door. I need to talk to you.”

I turned around and stared at him.

Then I opened my mouth and said, “There’s nothing to talk about. You raped me in a closet and just left me there to frikin rot Justin! I can’t forgive you for that.”

Justin put his hand on the door and said, “Come on Olivia. I regret it with all my heart. It’s just that I was just so horny before and I only did it because I love you.”

I opened the door wide open and said, “I don’t believe you Justin. People don’t do these things to people they love. They care for them. They don’t just rape them and leave them in a closet.”

I tear started to shed from my eye and Justin tried to reach up and wipe it away but I hit his hand not wanting him to touch me at all.

Justin looked at me and said, “Please Olivia. I’m really truly sorry. I would do anything to make it up to you.”

I looked right into Justin’s eyes and said, “Fine. If you would do anything to make it up to me then stay away from me and never talk to me ever again.”

After that, I shut the door in Justin’s face. Then I looked out the window to see if he was gone.

He just sat on the front steps and started slapping and punching his own face.

I pulled up the window and said, “Justin, I might hate you for what you did, but I still care. And right now, please stop beating yourself up.”