September 28, 2012
Justin: Dawn, come on!
I zipped up my bag, signing in relief. Finally. I grabbed the suitcase and walked out of the room. As I walked down the stairs, Justin met me halfway and room my suitcase.
Justin: I got it.
He kissed my cheek as he trudged down the stairs with my suitcase. It's been only two days since I told him I was pregnant and he starts treating me like I'm in my second trimester. I mean, seriously, Justin? I'm only three months pregnant.
I finally made it to the bottom when Justin came back in.
Justin: That's it, right?
I nodded. He kissed my cheek and took my hand in his.
Justin: We have four months of touring as of now, so let's be out.
Me: You're not black, Justin. Quit it.
He rolled his eyes as we strolled out of the house.
I shoved the gun in my back pocket as I walked out of the house. I was beyond pissed when I found out my daughter agreed to marry that asshole. They don't belong together and I'm going to make him pay.
I got in my car and started it. I warned you twice, Justin. No more Mr. Nice Guy.
I parked the car at the airport, looking at her. She was looking down at her lap, playing with her fingers. I took her hand in mine, rubbing her hand in a comforting way. She looked up at me, her eyes meeting mine.
Me: Are you sure you want to do this?
She bit her lip, looking down at her lap. She looked up at me, nodding her head.
I smiled, leaning in for a kiss. Before our lips met, a light shined in our faces. We looked out the windshield, seeing a car in front of us.
Dawn: That's my dad.
I bit the inside of my cheek, unbuckling my seat belt.
Dawn: Justin, what are you doing?
Me: I'm gonna deal with this bastard once and for all.
I opened my door and got out of the car. He did the same and walked towards me. We stopped in the middle of both cars, glaring at each other.
Jordan: I told you to stay away from my daughter.
Me: And I told you I don't give a shit.
Jordan: I'm leaving with her.
Me: She's mine and you can't have her.
Jordan: I'll just have to get her myself.
I went to punch him, but he caught my arm. He punched me in the face, causing me to stumble a little. I wiped the blood from my lip and walked towards him. Before I could make a move, he hit me in the face again, causing me to stumble again.
I got out of the car as my dad threw him into the car.
Me: Dad, stop it!
Justin looked at me, a bruise on his face. Blood was dripping down the side of his face. My dad picked him up and punched him, causing him to fall at my feet. I knelt down beside him.
Justin: Get back in the car.
I shook my head.
Me: Not until you win this.
I helped him up, rubbing his back. He spat out some blood, then walked towards my dad.
Me: You got this, baby.
He was about to make his move when my dad punched him square in the face. He pushed Justin towards me, blood dripping from Justin's lip. My dad walked towards him, but I stood in the way.
Me: Dad, stop it.
He grabbed me by my bicep, pulling me away from Justin. I tried to escape his iron grip, but it was no use.
Me: Let me go!
Dad: You're never seeing him again.
Me: You could have killed him.
Dad: Maybe that's what I want.
My eyes went wide. He turned around, taking a gun out of his pocket. He aimed it at Justin as he lifted his head up.
Dad: Any last words, Bieber?
Justin's eyes met mine, blood dripping from his lip.
Justin: I love you.
My dad put his finger on the trigger. I pried his hand off my forearm and ran towards Justin.