violence vs reality

I was born and raised in Southern California, my dad is Australia and my mom was born in Tennessee. I'm 17 years old, my family is rich, well in a way they are. I get abused by my parents all the time, they threaten me if I ever told anyone I'd get it. Get it? What does that even mean? Does it mean that they'll kill me? Well I don't know, I really hate my life at the moment, my boyfriend well... His name is Drake and he's a controlling type, if I don’t do anything he says well bad things happen. Hi there, I'm Ashton this is my story.


28. what's wrong with her

I was starting to cry, mom brings me into her arms and I burst into tears. I want to know what was wrong with my girlfriend, someday she was going to be my beautiful bride, I didn’t just say that okay? She was fine the last few days and now… She’s stuck in some bed, not even awake, not even talking, ugh what is wrong with her? I just want to go back in there be with my two beautiful girls and just sob, sob until I know everything’s okay, okay enough to come home with me and mom, okay enough so that I can kiss her all around her beautiful face. I just want to go to a corner and cry, why must she be in this position, we should be all in the room caring for our new-born child like it’s a miracle, I sigh. “She will be okay Justin, she’s a tough girl,” my mom is assuring me with such positive thoughts to this situation, oh dear I love my mother. A doctor walked to us, I stood up quickly, “Ms Mallette and Mr Bieber, Ashton has been thru tough patches during birth, unfortunately, she couldn’t make it after the birth, doctors in the labor room are doing there hardest to retrieve her back, I will let you know more information, I’m sorry,” that’s it I died inside, my baby died how can that even be true. I cry harder and harder, Ashton can’t be dead not yet, she’s too young, she’s so strong, she has to pull thru, she hasn’t even held her new daughter yet. I pray, please god let my baby girl be okay, please let her live a second chance, a final chance, she needs to be alive, I need her, I can’t live without my beautiful girlfriend, it’s too much to take.


I fell asleep on my mom, dreaming about the great times me and Ashton  had, and the bad times we had at school together, she was my dream girlfriend, she was anything but ordinary she was the light that gave me hope. She’s an angel that got sent from God, an angel that took my breathe away on that exact day my mom brought her home for the first time from the adoption center, it was the best day of my life, the day I told that I’d totally go out with her, and it’s happening now and I’m starting to lose her already, I started to sob again, my mom rubs my back comforting me like a beauty queen she is. I heard someone talk, I woke straight up and saw a doctor come by, “Mr Bieber, we have retrieved her and she’s now breathing on her own,” he smiled, I smiled, I cried with happiness, “oh my gosh, can I please go see her please,” I said crying he nodded and I ran to her room. There she is, lying on the bed still a little pale but her color is back to normal, I rushed to her side fast and hugged and cried to her. “Baby,” I cried, I begin to speak again, “please wake up, you scared me, I thought I was going to lose you for a long time, but god gave you a second chance at life,” I wanted to lay down with her, but of course the doctors would of said no, c’mon I’m a rule breaker, so I did that, I laid with her until she wakes up, that won’t be for hours, days, weeks even, but I’m glad she’s alive again, it scared me so bad.


It was about 3 hours later I felt a hand move, I looked up and I saw Ashton’s eye lids flicker, I yelled out to the doctor, she was awake my baby is finally awake, oh thank you! I jumped off the bed so the doctors could examine her, I looked. The female doctor grabbed her hand, “Ashton, if you can hear me squeeze my hand,” I looked at both hands and she responded, I ran out to find mom, I basically jumped on her and cried of joy, “she’s awake mom, she’s awake!” Mom hugged me tight, we both walked back to Ashton’s room together, I couldn’t stop crying, I was that happy it was a miracle that a birth of an angel was born today and her mother is alive again, I couldn’t thank God enough of what today has happened, things happen for a reason, and well Ashton she’s definitely here for a reason.

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