Things Happen

Things Happen (Justin Bieber) Part 27

Part 27

~Lilith's POV~ The next thing I know I'm in mine and my mothers old apartment, packing my things. My dad was waiting in the car to take me "home". As I was packing up the last thing, I heard my phone buzz.

From: Justin<3

I don't like leaving you alone with him. Please call me if anything happens... Promise?

~ Justin

He thinks I can't take care of myself, I've been through all this before, I'm not helpless. "Alright, I'll call you if I need you." I simply replied. "This is it." I whispered to myself as I looked at all my packed bags. "I'm going back." No matter how many times I said that to myself, I still couldn't believe it. I grabbed my stuff, walked downstairs to the car, and loaded all my bags in the trunk. With no help from my father, not that I expected help from him. "Ready?" He asked from the drivers seat as I got in the passenger side. "Ready." I said loud and clear. My dad hated it when I mumbled.

The drive home was silent. Completely. The radio wasn't even on. When we pulled up the drive, I looked at that house for the first time in years. It was worse seeing it again than I had thought. It brought back to many painful memories that I could hardly take it. "Get your stuff up to your room. Assuming you still know where it is after all these years." My dad said to me, obviously angry. "Yes sir." I said looking down. I got out all of my luggage and hauled it up to my room. I opened the door to my old room, and the sound of the creaking hinges filled my ears. I took in my surroundings, everything was exactly how I left it. My small bed in the middle of the room still had the scrapped up white bed frame, and was only half made, from when my mother and I left in the middle of the night. My plain, white rug still had red stains on it, that never came out. I set my bags in the corner and walked over to the bed. I ran my fingers across the fabric, and memories washed over me.

*FLASHBACK*

"Daddy please, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to burn the chicken! I didn't hear the timer going off!" I said, running away from him and up to my room. "I don't care if your sorry! That chicken was our dinner, NOW what are we supposed to eat?!" My dad yelled chasing after me. He finally cornered me in my room, he stared at me with those furious eyes that I couldn't stand. He grabbed me by my hair, slung me to the ground, and kicked me in the stomach. Hard. I involuntarily let one tear escape my eye. "Aw, are you crying?" My father asked in a mocking tone. "This is why nobody will ever love you. Not even your mother loves you." I just sat there and looked at him. And then he walked out the door like nothing happened.