(3) Come back to me - Completed


Justin's been gone fore 15 months, just over a year. In that time, Zachary Jeremy Drew Bieber - or is it Somers? - has been born.
With a few un-wanted surprises and tragic circumstances, will Justin ever make his way back to Jessica?


Copyright © 2013 by Love_Kidrauhl
All rights reserved.


32. The Truth

Justin’s POV


I sighed, as I packed up the last of my stuff.

I don’t care whether im the father of Arden’s baby or not, I’m leaving.  It was about midnight, and I was sure Arden was sleeping.

I picked up my suitcase and brought it out into the living room. Everything was dark and you could possibly hear a pin drop.

I heard talking coming from Arden’s room and I walked towards her door, placing my ear on it.

“Yeah, he totally believes it’s his….. Well that slut can’t have him…… back in high school? Yeah he was Dianna’s boyfriend..... well yeah……. He’s staying with me now……… well my plan is to make that Jessica hate him……. The baby’s like some other guy’s…….. Well I think his name was Jake…… yeah, doesn’t matter…… alright see ya Monique.”


I twisted the door knob and storm into the room, startling Arden. She whips her head to face me and her eyes go wide. She stands up and walks towards me.

“What did you hear?” She says, poking me in the chest with her index finger.

“Everything b*tch.” I growled, as she grabbed my wrist.

“Oh Justin. I love you. I don’t want you to leave me.” She said, a small pout on her lips and tears welling in her eyes.

“I don’t know what happiness is and I think I found it with you. You make me happy and I don’t want you to leave me with a baby.” she added, weeping uncontrollably.

It’s just an act Justin, she doesn’t want you. She just wants someone else to ruin their happiness.

Not that I cared whether she wanted me or not, she was slut and a stupid b*tch.

I shook my head and turned on my heels, heading in the opposite direction. So much for staying here until Christmas.

I just want to cut the bullsh*t and sort out everything.

Now that the baby isn’t mine, I can make it up to Jessica and sort everything out there.

With my family.

Arden tried running after me but I was already in the elevator when she came out of her apartment door. I shook my head and clutched the handle of my suitcase tightly.

I’ve never liked elevators.






Jessica’s POV


I woke up to the sound of crying and shot up from my bed. I got up and walked towards the boy’s room, to see Zach sitting up in his crib pouting.



I giggled before picking him up and placing him on my hip. Flynn was playing with some Lego blocks on the floor so I put Zach down to play with him.

“I’ll make breakfast in 1o minutes, ok boys?” they turned around and nodded and I walked through the door and downstairs.

I felt so happy to see Chris last night, it really lighted my mood.

He’s become so muscular and toned since I last saw him, I couldn’t help but bite my lip when he told me he’d been working out.

I popped into the kitchen to see Pattie, looking through a cook-book and taking ingredients out of the cupboards.

“Hey Pattie.” I said, giving her a hug.

“Hey sweetie. Ho was it with Christian last night?” she asked, and I nodded.

“It was fantastic, I told him everything and it felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.”

“That’s great sweetheart.” She replied.

“So whatcha making?” I asked, rocking back and forth on my heels.

“I’m making chocolate-chip pancakes.” She said, and a squealed in delight

“They are my absolute favorite1 haven’t had them since….since high school.” I said, bowing my head.


I was 23 now, and school was just the past but I couldn’t help but think about it.

The bullying.

Dean leaving.





Chaz and Ryan.

  I remember that night, when I went to the park waiting for dean and he told me he was moving to California. And I sat on the park bench in the dark until I heard more sniffling.




It’s him, the boy who has been bullying me since first grade. I shake my head and look at him

‘Was that a joke, Bieber?’

He snaps his head towards me, realizing who I actually am. But surprisingly he slouches back in the bench and closes his eyes.

He squeezes a few tears out whileI shift over towards him but he doesn’t seem to realize.

What’s wrong with him?

Is he ok?

Why am I thinking this, I don’t care about Justin? He turns to me and spits

‘I'm not really in the mood to say something crude, show some sympathy.’

I'm shocked, he usually has all the time in the world to spit devious comments at me.

I nod my head; maybe he’s going through a tough time, like me. There’s an awkward silence for a minute then he speaks in an almost silent whisper

‘what’s wrong with you?’

I am in the mood when I can just talk to anyone about anything. I whisper

‘Dean, my best friend, is leaving me’ he has a sad look on his face then he says ‘sorry to hear that, I know best-friends mean the world to some people.’

Ha-ha, Justin Bieber understanding feelings, I must be dreaming.

‘Mhhhhmm’ I reply, sighing.

I turn to him and say

‘So what’s up with you?’

He turns to me and our eyes lock. They’re like a hazel with dark brown flecks. His eyes are purely gorgeous. I snap out of the trance I was in and Justin explains his problem. He takes a deep breath and says

‘My brother and I got into a big fight. We are really close and it kills me to see that he actually became affected by the things I said to him.

his happened a week ago, and he still gives me death stares and challenges me to fist-fights. I just, I don’t know…’

I give him a reassuring tap on the shoulder. He looks at me and gives me a light smile and I smile back.

*end of flashback*

Then I remember the day after, where he treated me like nothing happened.

Then, I remembered when we skipped school because the cops were looking for him and we went to his house.

I remember how Pattie wasn’t exactly fond of me after she found us making out in Justin’s room and she accused Justin of playing me just like he did with all those other girls.


‘You have an explanation but she doesn’t! Justin why do you just play with girls for the fun of it?’ Justin’s mom said, making me bow my head.

Maybe she was right? He might’ve just been playing me?

Through gritted teeth Justin managed to reply,

‘Mum, this time im not playing anyone. She is my love!’

His mum just laughed and said

‘Like you know what love is?’

And she turned on her heels and slammed Justin’s bedroom door behind her.

I heard the click of her heels walk down the stairs as I stared at Justin, with tear stained cheeks. He brought his hand to my cheek and caressed it.

I pulled his hand off and stood up. I fixed my clothes and wiped my cheeks. I sighed and whispered what I was thinking that whole time.

‘Maybe she’s right…’

I ran home and ran through the front door, safe and sound at last. I caught sight of Harry sleeping on the couch and sighed.

I started crying harder while walking up the stairs. I heard a loud knocking noise and stopped walking.

My head then whipped to the door at the end of the stairs I was on, which was being pounded on. The person started yelling, and with that I knew exactly who it was.


 I gasped and looked over at Harry.

He hasn’t budged, so it looks like I have to get the door before I have to buy a new one. I ran down and cautiously opened the door.

I saw Justin on his knees in front of the door weeping lightly. I sighed and said

‘What do you want, you player?’

Justin’s head shot up, allowing me to see his bloodshot eyes.

He jumped up off his knees and moved towards me, wrapping me in his arms.

 I tried to pull back, but his hug was so tight. I gave in, and hugged him back, listening to him sob in my shoulder.

 He finally allowed me to pull back as I looked in his eyes. He bowed his head and said

‘She’s not right jess, I may have a history in playing, but I want to erase it. I guess it’s not as easy as Google…’

I giggled at his cheesy line as he looked up.

He lightly smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I wiped my cheek with the back of my hand and he pouted. I smiled and said

‘I guess I shouldn’t jump to conclusions… but promise me you’re not playing me, and that you’ve changed?’

Of course baby…’

He hugged me, as I hugged him in the doorway of my front door.

*end of flashback*

So much for that promise.

“Sweetie what’s wrong?” Pattie asked, putting down her cooking utensil

It wasn’t until then did I realize I was crying.

“Oh, uhm, nothing just ah, a few memories.” I said, which was true.

“aw well, the pancakes are ready and Flynn and Zach are sitting at the table.” I nodded and followed them in, sighing loudly.

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