The Window A Justin Bieber Love Story Chapter 26

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M a m a J a n

After breakfast, Jeremy went to wash the dishes. I heard a soft knock on the door, and went and answered it.
"Hey, Scooter!" I said upon opening the door.
"Hey. How's Justin?" he asked. The sink in the kitchen stopped.
"You can go up there if you want," I said, and Jeremy shot me a pleading look.
"Uh, okay," Scooter said, puzzled. He came in and started upstairs.
"What did you do?!" Jeremy said in a frantic whisper once Scooter was out of ear-shot.
"I'm not gonna cover your ass. You need to fix this one on your own," I said back. He took a deep breath.
"Maybe he won't notice," he said to himself. I laughed a little.
"Yeah, he won't notice the huge purple handprint on his face," I said sarcastically. He sighed in despair.
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S c o o t e r

I slowly opened the door and saw Justin sitting on the window seat, his back to me. I went and walked up behind him.
"Hey, Juss," I said softly. He looked up at me, and I gasped.
"What happened???" I asked.
"Um, I, uh, I bumped it," he lied.
"There's a handprint on your face," I informed him. He sighed in defeat.
"My dad slapped me," he said.
"Slapped you? And it made a bruise like that??" I asked. Usually a slap will make a red mark for a couple minutes, then it fades.
"He hit me really hard," Justin explained. I examined it closely, quickly getting very, VERY pissed off.
"Why'd he hit you?" I asked.
"Because I threw up and he thought I did it on purpose," he answered. Getting more and more pissed with every piece of new information he gives me. So that's why Jeremy looked so mortified when I started for the stairs.
"When?" I asked him.
"Yesterday, and about five minutes ago," he answered.
"He hit you twice?!"
"No, no! He hit me once yesterday. I threw up yesterday and about 5 minutes ago," he told me. Worry was starting to creep up on me.
"Are you sick?" I asked. He shook his head "no."
"I just feel really bad whenever I eat, and I'm never hungry," he said.
"How long had this been going on?" I asked, feeling his forehead. It felt normal.
"Since the funeral," he replied. I felt a stab of sympathy.
"Justin..." I started.
"I'm not doing it on purpose," he said defensively.
"I'm not saying you are! But that's not good. Is there anything else going on?" I asked, sitting across from him.
"Not really. I'm really tired and I keep falling," he said.
"Oh, yeah, how's your forehead?" I asked, looking for the cut, but his bangs were hiding it. He lifted up his hair a little and showed me the cut. It was healing pretty well.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," he said.
"Well, that's good," I answered.
"But I'm worried about your whole stomach situation. Can you keep anything down?" I asked. He shook his head "no," and my worry only increased.
"Not for more than a couple minutes," he said.
"Well, I'll talk to your dad about that," I assured him.
"Don't bother. He doesn't care," he said. I softened.
"Yes, he does, Justin. He's just grieving. He'll get over it," I reassured him. He only nodded, clearly not convinced. I pulled him into a hug.
"Well, I care," I said softly. He nodded and I felt tears wet my shirt. I pulled him onto my lap and let him cry. I've never seen a kid grieve like this. But then again, it hasn't even been a week yet.
"I want her back!" he cried.
"I know, we all do," I answered.
"She would've never slapped me because I puked," he said angrily. Well, I couldn't disagree with that. Pattie always was very protective of Justin when he was sick. She'd never hurt him. I stroked his cheek, because the bad one was facing towards my chest.
"I just don't understand," he whined.
"I know," I said. I let him cry his heart out. Maybe he needed to get that out, and he'll be better now.

1 Hour Later

An hour's passed and Justin's still crying hysterically, and venting about his dad. The door opened and Mama Jan came in. She smiled a little until she saw Justin.
"What's wrong?" she asked me.
"Just sad," I answered.
"Momma's never slapped me before. She never would've done that," he said, and Mama Jan looked sympathetic.
"Aww, Honey. I know you're mad. I am, too, but I think he really didn't mean to," she said.
"He just lost it for a second. And, though I agree that he should not have taken it out on you, he does love you. A lot," she added.
"He really feels bad about it," she said.
"Well, sure he does!" Justin said. For the rest of the day, Justin wouldn't so much as look at Jeremy, much less talk to him. Whenever Jeremy would say something to him, he would just nod and go right back to whatever he was doing. Jeremy kept apologizing over and over until Mama Jan stepped in and told him to just shut up, and that annoying Justin was not gonna make him forgive him any faster. Jeremy barely talked at all after that.

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[TheBabygirl517]

poor justin.

[eden44224]

poor justin :( ♥