Justin Bieber interracial Imagines

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Justin

"Hi daddy" kailyn chirped into the phone

"Hey babygirl, how was New York?" I asked

"It was really fun, we popped fireworks and went to carnivals and ate a lot of yummy foods" she giggled

"Wow, that sounds like a lot of fun" I smiled

"It was, but now we're going home. Are you going to be there?" I frowed knowing she'll be upset

"I'm afraid not, kitten" I answered

"Why? I want you to be there" her voice cracked

"Don't cry, princess. I'll try, okay. Just don't cry" I cooed

"Okay" she sniffles

"Let me speak to mommy" I heard shuffles in the background.

"Hello" Y/n sighed

"She wants me there, Y/n. You even heard her for yourself" I spoke

"No justin. I'm not gonna fall for you, then get my heart broken again when hailey gets out"

"I won't do it again" I pleaded

"You will. You married me, then left me for some other chick and now we're getting a divorce. This was your choice, justin, not mine" anger laced through her words

I was silent, I didn't dare to speak a word. I heard Y/n sniffle on the other line, she was crying because of me.

"You know, justin. I've loved you ever since the eighth grade. I've always thought you were the one for me, but it seems as if I don't matter to you. You don't want me, you want hailey and I respect that, but when she gets out of jail, I don't want you making any contact with us" Y/n sobbed

"Y/n, I don't want her anymore. I wanna be with you, I've made up my mind. I promise"

"Justin" she sighed "you just want someone while hailey is gone. I know you'll see her behind my back" her words became quiet

"I won't, Y/n" tears brimming my eyes

"Bye, justin" she hung up.

I set my phone down, running a hand through my hair. I really truly want her back. I'm through with hailey, I'm the reason she's in jail in the first place. I'd broken up with her and she literally broke into my house and destroyed everything. There was spray paint on the walls, windows were busted out, dishes broken, and she ripped open all of my furniture.

I thought for a minute, I got into my car and drove down to Y/n's house. I parks around the block, walking the rest of the way. Her front door was locked, knowing her back door would be too. I climbed the rose vines, hopping onto her balcony. Good thing that door was unlocked.