Third Person P.O.V.
May 21, 3013
"Baby relax; I'm just going out with the boys... I'll be back soon" Justin said.
"Soon my ass" Kayla remarked.
"Why are you making such a big deal about me going out?" Justin asked stepping away from the door.
"Your mom flew all the way across the world to see you and you haven't spent any time with her; that's why I'm making such a big deal" Kayla snapped.
"So what does this have to do with you" Justin fought back.
"You've been being an asshole for the past month; everybody has a bad day but you act like your on your damn period everyday. You've been being so rude and like your better than everybody because your "Justin Bieber" the sweetheart" Kayla said.
(J= Justin K= Kayla)
J: WHY THE HELL IS EVERYONE UP MY ASS SAYING I'M CHANGING... I'M GROWING UP LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!.... IF I WANT TO GO OUT I CAN YOU DON'T NEED TO BABYSIT ME... WHY DON'T YOU WANT ME TO GO OUT?
K: WANT TO KNOW THE REAL REASON? I'M SCARED OF LOOSING YOU! WE'RE SEVEN YEARS APART THERE ARE THINGS THAT YOU MAY WANT THAT I CAN'T GIVE TO YOU
J: YOU THINK I'M CHEATING ON YOU?
K: WHY WOULDN'T YOU! IT'S OBVIOUS YOU AREN'T INTERESTED IN ME ANYMORE... WHAT YOU SAID TO ME WHEN I WAS ON THE COUCH WAS PROBABLY THE MOST YOU'VE SAID IN TWO WEEKS! SOMEBODY MUST BE KEEPING YOU COMPANY!
By this time Pattie, Scooter, Fredo, and Kenny had all came out to see what all the yelling was about.
J: IF YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW YES I HAVE BEEN CHEATING ON YOU! SHE'S NOT ANNOYING LIKE YOU ARE... I CAN JUST PLAY WITH HER THEN LEAVE HER SHE DOESN'T CARE... SHE ONLY CARES THAT I'M JUSTIN BIEBER AND GIVES ME WHATEVER I WANT
K: THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE! I CARE ABOUT HOW YOU ACTUALLY FEEL.... ALL SHE KNOWS IS HOW TO BE A SLUT AND HOW MUCH MONEY YOU HAVE IN YOUR WALLET! THATS ALL SHE WANTS FROM YOU! YOUR DAMN MONEY!
J: YOUR SUCH A BITCH! YOU DON'T KNOW HER! WHY DON'T YOU JUST LEAVE ALREADY!?!
Justin had grabbed her wrist and roughly pushed her against the wall. They were looking straight into each other's eyes. Justin's face and eyes showed nothing but anger but Kayla looked emotionless. But even on the inside she didn't feel an ounce of scaredness. She wasn't afraid of Justin; actually she wasn't afraid of anybody.
K: YOU KNOW WHAT I'LL GLADLY LEAVE
J: GO AHEAD! LEAVE JUST LIKE YOUR DAD LEFT YOU! HE DIDN'T WANT YOU THAT WAS HIS ONLY CHOICE TO GET AWAY! I HATE YOU!
"JUSTIN" Pattie gasped.
"No it's fine Pattie; it's probably true" Kayla said.
"Oh Kayla; you know it's not true" Pattie said.
Kayla walked over to me and looked straight into my eyes. I saw the tears rising in her eyes.
"Your right I've desevered everything I've gotten. To make it clear you hate me" Kayla whispered.
"Baby no, please don't go" I pleaded. She shook her head. She looked straight into my eyes.
"I hate you" She said. A tear made it's way down her face. She walked out the door taking one last glance at me.
That broke me. That one tear broke me. Not only knowing she hates me; but that I broke her soul. That creature walking out the door used to be the happiest and supporting person anyone could ever wish for. But I broke it. All I could imagine in my head was a broken and confused little girl who could never be fixed anytime soon. She wants to know who will except her for who she is. I broke her. It's all my fault her happiness is gone.
Maybe, I wanted her to be broken the same way I was. I never thought I could be broken by the fame and media. It was all getting to my head. Somebody had broke me and so I broke her. I'm a monster.
I guess that just ends a new chapter in my life. I'm not sure exactly how to feel. If somebody doesn't want you in their life just leave. Sooner or later they will know what's missing when it's gone.
I'm just going to move on. I'm going to keep dancing and recording random songs until I decide what is going to happen next. Fredo's coming with me back home because he is my guardian.
"You okay babygirl?" Fredo asked.
"Yeah" I sighed.
"I know your not but when you're ready I'm always here to talk" He said.
The rest of the way to the airport was silent. Fredo glanced at me every few seconds. I looked at the windows watching everything pass by me. When we arrived there weren't any fans there because I wasn't suppose to leave for another week and they knew that. Not everyday is happy in my world.
Most people would think that I'm unbreakable. I do have feelings. I'm not a robot. Some things I hear everyday and it doesn't bother me. But others hurt. I'm used to being jugded on what I do or what I wear. Sometimes I get sick of it. But as for now; the only way to describe myself is broken.