God daughter

Isabella Parker, (doesn't like to be called Bella) has a hard life. She only has one parent (her dad), has an average grade of a C and doesn't have any close friends. She's not bullied by one person, she's bullied by the whole school. What happens when the worst thing possible happens? What happens when her life totally switches gears. Will things work out or will crash and burn? Will she survive this change or will she run away? Read it to find out......... This IS a Justin Bieber fan fic!


13. memories

Izzy's POV


Justin and I sat in silence eating our spaghetti.


When we were done Justin grabbed both of our plates and took them to the sink. I stood up and Justin looked at me and then began to walk out of the kitchen.


"That was good.....thanks." I broke the silence.


Justin whipped around.


"Oh," he began. "your welcome."


"It was really good, I didn't know that Bieber could cook." I said and laughed a little.


Justin grinned, showing half of his white teeth.


"Yeah, well its and old famliy recipe." Justin said kind of swaying side to side.


I smiled again and then began to walk out of the kitchen, making my way up to my bedroom, passing Justin. I felt Justin turn around as soon as I passed him.


"Do you......" I heard Justin say, but I couldn't hear half of his sentence. I turned around.


"What?" I asked.


"Umm....." Justin had an awkward look on his face, he put his hands in his sweat pants pockets. I looked a him with wanting eye's.


"You don't have to, but...... doyouwanttowatchamovie?" Justin said really fast.


I laughed at him, why is he so nervous....... I meantally rolled my eye's.


"Umm, sure." I said and then went over and sat myself on the couch.


Justin kind of looked at me shocked that I said yes........ I think I am in a 'too, good enough mood'.


"Okay." Justin said and then went over to see the movie selections. He bent down to the basket and a little bit of his underwear began to show. I now realize why I don't like him.


I walked over to the see what movies he was looking at.



Justin's POV


I could feel Isabella crouch down next to me. She smells like strawberries.


"So what do you have?" Isabella said, while searching through the movies.


"Umm, well I don't have a lot," I said scratching my neck. "But one of my favorites is.." I grabbed the 'Notebook'. It was one of the only descent movies I have.


She looked at it and then at me.


"Don't you think that's a little too romantic?" She asked taking the movie from my hands and looking at the back if the cover.


"Yeah, but it's the best one I have." I said smiling at her, but she didn't look at me, she was to focused of the back if the movie case.


"Well, then, pop it in." She said and I chuckled, thinking dirty minded at her comment.


She notice me, and then put her hand over her face.


"You think so dirty." She whined. But I could see a smile behind her hand.



I took the movie and put it in the DVD player. Isabella walked back over to the couch and sat down with one foot under her butt and the other was dangling off the couch.


Izzy's POV


The Previews began.


I never knew that Justin had a dirty mind, he's so gross.


"You want-"


"Popcorn!" I cut him off. "Yes." I said.


"Okay." He said and then left to go make it.


'Buzz' my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out to see what it was. A text. From. Clair.


Clair bear text:


I don't need u. Nobody does. The only reason that I was ur friend was because I felt bad for u, and how u are a loser and all, so now that I'm gone, u have no one. So bye bitch.


End of text


I felt the water build up in my eyes. Why would she say something like that? I mean she's right.


I sniffled.


"Hey do you want butter or-" Justin stopped mid sentence when he saw me. "Umm, is something wr-"


"No," I got up from the couch. "I'm going to got change." I said and walked over to grab my bag with my head low.


"Okay." Justin said as he watched me walked up the stairs with a blotchy face.



When I got up the my 'room' I took out the clothes I brought and put them away.


I heard something hit the floor, I looked down and saw it was my blade. I'm not a bad self harmer, but I'm not going to lie, I do self harm. I have my reasons and you have yours.


I picked it up, when I looked at it, it brought me back to so many painful memories.




The first time I found this I was 8 and just about to turn 9. It was right after my mom had died, me and my dad were cleaning up the house and packing up most of her things. When I was going through her stuff I found a jewelry box, but this one had a key. I looked around for the key and then eventually I found it. I opened up the box and there was definitely not jewelry kept in there.

I found old pictures of me, painful quotes on sticky notes, but then I found a white envelope. It was addressed to me. I did what anyone would do, which was I opened it. I regret still to this day, it opened up a world of other horrible possibility's.

I took out the note.



The note read:


Dear Isabella,


If you are reading this I am probably gone, away, dead. There are mean people out there Bella, you will sometimes find yourself in a situation that you think that you can not get out of. Mommy found herself in lots of those, but to ez the pain I put a blade up to my wrist and.....slit it. It may sound scary, but it feels okay. So if anyone ever makes you feel bad, do as I say. Use the gift that I gave you.

I love you Bella.




End of note


The note was so short and she got to the point so quickly.


I wondered what gift that she had given me, I looked in the envelope and there it was. The blade. I took it in my chubby fingers. It slit my finger and I winced at the pain, but it began to go away. I quickly put the blade and the note back in the envelope, I shoved it into my back pocket. Then I closed up the box and put it in the box labeled "JUNK". I kinda just forgot about it for awhile.



Anyways there we're sleepless nights when I would read the note over and over again and just look at the blade till it hurt my eyes. Until one day, when i had been sexually abused and bullied at school, I used it. I was only 10. It was different and yes it did hurt for a while but soon it became a common feeling. And I haven't stopped since, I've gotten a lot better, but that's how it all started.




I held the blade in my hand. I just stared at it. I sat down on the couch, put the blade to my wrist and......slit it. I closed my eyes and took in all the pain from the cut and Clair.



I let out a breath and then breathed in again. I put the blade back to my wrist and did it all over again. There was two little drops of blood, I watched them as they flowed down my arm. I threw the blade on the bed and got a towel to whip off the blood that was on my wrist. It's been awhile since I've done any of this.


I got out my diary. I opened to the last page that I had used.


The page:


6/12/13 Drake


6/29/13 Life


7/18/13 Family problems


7/28/13 Terrible memories


8/17/13 school


8/18/13 The whole fucking school beat me up


8/19/13 Drake


9/25/13 The scars


*End of page*


I took the pain that was in the diary and began to write again. I looked at what I wrote:


(A/N: today's date for them, pretend this note was never here)


3/25/14 Clair


I set the pin down and put the blade in in my diary. I put the diary under one of the couch cushions, I guess that is my new hiding spot.



I took the towel and put it in the trash can.


Then I just threw on some grey sweat pants and a grey hoodie.


I walked out of my bedroom. I could smell popcorn and I ran down the stairs. The movie was about to begin, Justin was in the kitchen, he was already dressed and damnnn.....

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