After we arrived home we were greeted by the warming faces of her parents.. note the sarcasm there. her mother was worried, her father, on the other hand, was beyond furious. His head was as read as a pimple and he looked like if you were to squeez him he would pop and explode everywhere. It was quite funny actually which sucked because I always had a problem about laughing during serious moments and this, this was one of those moments that it would be dangerous to laugh. Andrew already wanted to kill me because he had seem me and Chelsey flirting every now and then. Now he had a reason.
"Which of you would like to explain?" asked her mother empatently.
"Well.." Chelsey started but was quickly inturrupted by Andrew who had been giving me the death stare since we walked through the door.
"I knew we shouldn't have signed up for that stupid program. This is all YOUR fault!" he said yelling at me. "You have been nothing but a bad enfluince on my daughter since you got here. Being involved in your gangs and drug dealers, not to mention that little whore of yours. Whats her name... Makayla? You are nothing but a punk ass kid who needs to rott in fucking hell because the only thing you do is cause problems. If it wasn't for my wife I would kick you out on the streets but for some reason she has hope that she can change you but that would take a miracle!!"
I was beyond pissed. Nobody has ever talked to me like that. Im Justin Bieber for christ sake. I could kill him in a matter of seconds and nobody in this room would suspect a thing. I was ready to open my mouth and tell him exactly what I thought when suddenly I felt a small hand grab mine and squeez it. I looked over to see Chelsey in tears holding on to my hand. Her glossy brown chocolate eyes basically begging me not to say anything. I simply closed my mouth and walked to the room I had been given with Chelsey following close behind, ignoring both Andrew and Kristie.
Once we reached my room I through myself onto my bed and Chelsey slowly came in and sat on the corner. We both just sat thinking in the agonizing silence for about five minutes before she finally spoke up.
"It's not your fault."
"It's not your fault. What happened, what's been going on. It isn't your fault, it's mine and i'm sorry he blew up on you like that. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry I caused all of this." she let a single tear slide down her cheak.
"Hey.." I said using my index fingure to lift her head and my thumb to wipe the trail the tear had left. "It's okay. I'm not worried about it. I'm just glad that you're okay. You are my number one priority right now. Not him. I just want you to get better. I don't give two shits what he has to say." i gave her a comforting hug. "I think you should get some sleep." I added noticing for the first time how tired she looked.
"You're right," she said "thanks." she then gave me a simple kiss on the cheak and walked out of the room. I laid my head back and within seconds I was out.
After talking to Justin I went in my room and just layed there. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't even attempt to. I just layed there, silently, for what seemed like centeries.
"Hey Hunny." my mom said quietly as she cracked the door and knocked at the same time. "Can I come in?"
she walked in and sat her tiny body on the bed near where I was laying. She then started rubbing my head in a soothing way. "Do you wanna tell me what's going on?"
"No." I said holding back the tears at the memory.
"Are you sure..?" she asked again.
"... no ..." I said shaking my head as I slowly began to sob.
"Come here baby, tell me what happened." she said pulling my head into her chest as I cried while she rubbed my back.
After about five minutes I slowly sat up and looked at her as I began to regain control of my breathing again. I told her everything from the moment Justin first got her to the hospital and the fun we had today. She sat there. Not once inturrupting me and taking every word I said in. "I just don't know what to do anymore." I said finishing my story.
"Do about what hun?"
"About Justin, Robby, the cutting, everything."
"Well, to me it seems like you're in love with Justin and don't deny it. I can see it in the way you look at him and I can tell he loves you too by the way your touch calmed him down earlier when even I wanted to hit your father." we both chuckled. " and about Robby, obviously he isn't worth your time, you need someone who will stand by your side and help you through everything... like JUSTIN did. and me, Justin and yes, your father, are here for you through the cutting thing. I know how you feel Chelsey." she lifted her sleeve releaving her scars. "I was were you are now once, doing the same thing. you wnt to go through this alone but i'm not going to let you."
"I love you mom.." I said hugging her holding back the tears that threatened to fall.
"I love you too and gets some sleep, i'll talk to your father, okay?"
"night." she said as she turned off my light before exiting the room and shutting the door.
"Justin.." I heard Kristie's voice as she entered my room.
"Yes?" I asked kind of tired.
"I'm sorry for waking you but I need you to promise me something."
"I know you like Chelsey, I seen that today. I want you to promise me that you will take care of her and show her the love that she deserves. Don't worry about her father either because i'm going to take care of him, I just need to make sure that you will keep my baby girl happy. She is my sunshine and it kills me knowing that she is hurting. So can you promise me that? please."
I sat there for a minute, shocked. I was expecting a lecture or something but then as her words finally prossesed through my brain I answered her. "Of course."
"Thank you Justin." and then she left and I went to sleep with my mind racing with a thousand different thoughts.