Her Lost And Broken Soul (A Justin Bieber Love Story)

Abused. Broken. Lost. Those three words perfectly describe one girl. Bethany Ann Olsen is her name. She is 18 years old, a runaway. Bethany left home at only 15, after five years of endless, tortures abuse. That's where she meet Justin, yes thee Justin Bieber on the streets of Toronto. He saw her sitting there, tossed her a few dollars and within a few seconds he was gone. Now, three years later Bethany is living with an abusive boyfriend, still suffering from the abuse, and on the verge of taken her life. But, when Bethany works up enough nerve to walk to the lake to drown herself and a certain boy saves her life. The one who tossed her five dollars three years earlier on the dirty streets of Toronto. Will he turn her life around for the better or will she just go back crumbling to the ground?



8. Chapter Six

Justin's Point Of View

All that ran through my mind was the thought of finding her, Bethany. I raced to local psychiatric hospital where they have to holding her. I pull up into a parking space and jump out of my car, I kick the door shut with my foot. I race inside, making the doors fly open and hit the wall. I frantically look around and I see her. The tiny little blonde sitting in a chair with two nurses next to her. I walk up to them as calmly as I can, "Bethany?" I question as I look down at her. She looks up and her eyes lite up slightly. "Justin." she says, her voice barley audible. I nod my head and kneel down in front of her. "Can I take you out of here?" I ask her, not bothering about the nurses next to us. She shakes her head, "N-No, my dad is coming to get me." once she finishes that sentence, she starts to cry. The nurses grab her up and start to take her away. "No!" I yell, and I run after them. I grab Bethany from them. "Let's go." I whisper and I grab her hand, pulling her out of the hospital. I hear people yelling, "Call the cops!" or "Get that fucking kid!" Either way, I don't care. At this point in time all I care about is getting her out of there and somewhere safe. 

We pull up to my house, the whole ride here was quiet. I turn off the car and get out. I walk over to where she is sitting and open the door for her. I chuckle to myself when I realize she had fallen asleep. I unbuckle her seat belt, gently scoop her into my arms, kick the door shut, and carry her inside. I open the door with my foot, causing the door to creek open, and I walk inside. I hear talking in the kitchen then I think once they figure out I'm back, it stops. I close the door and walk upstairs to my room. I gently lay Bethany down onto my unmade bed and cover her up. I kiss her forehead and I leave the room, cracking the door behind me.

I crept down the stairs, careful not to wake Bethany and I walked into the kitchen. Scooter looked pissed, as if smoke was about to blow out of his ears. "You took her!" he yells. I sigh and run a hand through my messy hair. "Yeah.." I mumble under my breath. He hits the table. "Damn it! Justin!" he sits down and tries to calm himself. "Look, you don't know about her at all. About all the shit she has been through. I saved her life, I saved her." Scooter looks up at me, he face has lighten up a bit. "Alright, Justin. But, if her dad comes to see her you have to let him. We will be in the room with him at all costs." I nod my head, not caring about the issue that deals with me well, basically kidnapping Bethany. and I turn to leave the kitchen. I then hear a gasp and a slam from upstairs. Shit. Ariana found her. I race up stairs and see Ariana standing in front of my door. "Babe, it's Bethany. Look, she's been going through a rough time and needed somewhere to stay." she shakes her head. Damn, she is so stubborn. "Fine. But next time I better be in that bed." she snaps and trails off down the stairs. I roll my eyes and walk in to check on her. 

She lays perfectly still in the bed, her blonde hair sprawled out on the pillow, her tiny body rising up and down from her breathing as she slept. I walk closer, admiring her beauty. I sit on the edge of the bed, she's so beautiful, so fragile. I run my hand over her face, barley touching her soft skin. I shake my head. Justin, what are you doing?! You're in love with Ariana! I quickly get off the bed and walk out of the room. I lean against the wall and put my hands over my face. I hear a slight whimper from my room and I peek in. I see Bethany sitting up and crying, her knees to her chest. I quietly walk in and sit down next to her. I put my arm around her shoulder and pull her closer, her head is now on my shoulder. "Justin, I'm so scared." she says between sobs. "I know, I know. But no one will ever hurt you again, I promise." And I was damn sure of that. 

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