Recovery

Four years ago, at seventeen years old, Katrina Burke was madly in love. Until her relationship with eighteen year old Justin Bieber became abusive. Not even a year later, at eighteen years old, Katrina ran. At first she'd thought it was a good idea, but when she found out she was pregnant with Justin's child, her life became even more troubled and twisted. Now, at twenty-one, Katrina's life is good. She has a great job, a nice place to stay, and a beautiful three year old daughter named Camryn. Everything is perfect until a certain someone comes into her life again, ready to show her how much he's changed.
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18. Chapter 17

Walking into the rehab center wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. It was exceptionally quiet, and I was able to find Justin right away, sitting on a couch in the lobby area, his head down, hands in his hair. I locked eyes with the girl at the reception desk and motioned my head towards Justin. She nodded, knowing. 

Once I was close enough so that he could hear me coming, Justin looked up. I immediately frowned at how terrible he looked. I sat down next to him. "You okay?" 

He nodded and gazed forward. "I guess." 

"What's wrong?" I caught a glimpse of his hands shaking. 

"I don't know." he put his head in his hands and I decided to rub his back reassuringly. After a moment he looked over at me. "I have too many problems, Kat." 

I took my hand away. "Why do you think so?" 

"Well," Justin said slowly. "You'd get mad if I told you." 

I figured since he probably felt like shit right now, I shouldn't get mad at whatever he's going to tell me. But, knowing him, it's probably something really bad, and I'll want to get pissed off and start yelling. "I won't," I said quietly. 

"Okay," his voice was raspy, like he was trying not to cry. "Well, I ah...I haven't been honest with you at all, about what happened. About why it happened." 

My heart started to beat faster. "Yeah?" 

"And...it just started again a few days ago. I couldn't take it anymore, it was driving me crazy. I had to do it." he looked up at me, eyes glossy. "When I did, I felt better but horrible at the same time, like I was finally getting what I needed but then I thought about you and Camryn and felt like shit. Knowing that I'm doing this when I'm supposed to be there for you guys." 

I nodded, wanting him to get on with it and just tell me already. I felt like somehow, he'd been cheating, but then again I didn't know if we were really together again or not. 

"Drugs, Kat." he finally said, on the verge of tears. "I'm in rehab for drug and alcohol abuse." 

I can't say I wasn't shocked, because I was, but somehow, I felt like I'd been expecting something like this. Slowly, everything started to make sense. Four years ago, when he became abusive, it wasn't because he chose to, it's because he broke. He was doing drugs and drinking alcohol constantly, right before my eyes, and I didn't even notice. I didn't even help, because I didn't know. 

I tried to keep calm. "Is this your first day back, then?" I asked quietly, and Justin nodded. I looked away. "So, that's why..." 

"Yes, that's why I did those things Kat. I couldn't help it. I was technically done with everything." 

"And now.." I started, still kind of in shock. Should I really let him stay? "Now you're doing it again." 

Justin sighed. "It was too long. I couldn't handle it anymore, and we were fighting. I didn't know what else to do, because you definitely weren't there to do anything about it." 

I honestly didn't know how to respond to that, so I just said: "I'm sorry." 

He shrugged. "I just feel bad for letting you down." 

"You haven't let me down, Justin. I'm a little shocked but if you need help, I'm always here, okay?" 

He nodded, but refused to look at me. I got up, expecting him to follow, and walked to the car. We seriously had issues to work out, but all I wanted was to hang out with him tonight and nothing else. At this point, I'd kill anyone or anything that got in my way of doing that. 

 

 

"Justin," I snapped. He was lying down on the couch, looking like a zombie. I knew he was starting to act depressed, and I knew he was sad, but he needed to get up. "Come on." 

"I don't wanna." he groaned, turning so he was looking up at me. He tried to smile but quickly lost it when he remembered our talk a little bit ago at the rehab center. I frowned and crossed my arms. 

"Please Justin! Just please get up, it hurts me to see you like this." I said quietly. Justin looked at me without a response, then finally sat up and hoisted himself off the couch. He walked straight past me and up to my bedroom. I sighed, following him. 

He threw himself face down onto the bed and I sat next to him. "Hey," I said, causing him to look over. "Will you please stop? I'm not mad and I still love you, okay?" 

"But I'm a bad person." he said quietly. 

I rolled my eyes. "Stop pouting." 

I lied down next to him and looked over. Justin took his arms and pulled me closer to him. He buried his face in my hair and closed his eyes. "Can we just stay like this please?" he begged. 

I turned on my side and put a hand on his cheek. "If you want to." 

His eyes opened. "You sound like you wanted to do something else." 

I laughed and shrugged half heartedly. "Kinda, but I know you're hurting so we can just cuddle if you want." 

Justin raised an eyebrow and propped himself up on his elbow. "Excuse me, missy, but you know that I'm up for anything at any time, right?" 

I giggled and hid my face in the sheets. I heard Justin laugh, then he placed a kiss on my cheek, literally forcing me to look up at him. I faked a glare. "Oh so we're going to play that game." 

He smirked. "I love this game. I always win." 

I scoffed. "Oh, really?" 

"Please, Kat." he said, looking proud. "Who has the dick and who doesn't?" 

I gasped. "Justin Bieber! Watch your mouth." 

"How about instead of doing that, I put my mouth to a good use, instead of just watching it?" 

I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Game on." 

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