Church Boy Gone Bad // Jelena

Chapter 2

Justin's P.O.V.

I opened my eyes to the bright sun.

Great my mother opened the curtains.

"Wakey wakey sleepy head." my mom kissed my cheek & ruffled my hair.

"Goodmorning mother." I yawned & stretched.

"Come on, get up ans get dressed. Come downstairs for breakfast & then we go to church."

"Yes mother." I got up from bed & did as I was told.

When I was done & all changed into my appropriate church outfit, I walked downstairs for some breakfast.

"Goodmorning son." my dad smiled at me.

"Goodmorning dad." I sat down on the chair next to him.

"Here's breakfast." my mom smiled & set down 3 full plates on the table.

"Justin would you like to do the prayer?" my dad asked me.

"Yes." I smiled.

We all grabbed onto eachothers hands around our small table.

After I said the payer we began to eat in complete silence as always.

The only sound was our forks & spoons sliding against the glass plates.

"So Justin how's school?" my mom smiled, trying to make light conversation.

"Good."

"Oh good... good." she smiled.

"Guess who called me this morning?" my dad spoke up.

"Who?"

"Brian Teefy." he sighed.

"What ever for?" my mom asked confused.

All Brian ever calls for is to rub something in my dad's face or to ask for loans.

"It was about his stepdaughter Selena."

"Oh how preposterous! That girl is nothing but trouble!" my mom shook her head in disgust.

"He said he would bring her by the church today. Over times like this we pity him, so be generous & kind." he ordered.

"Yes sir." I nodded my head.

"But oh how much I pity her mother. It's like raising a wolf!" my mom giggled.

Did she just compare Selena to a wolf?

Okay... weird.

"Justin I'll expect you to show Selena the proper way to act in public, at least like a decent human being." my dad said in a cold tone.

I nodded my head, not wanting to speak.

Well this will be hell.

No one can tell Selena what to do & actually have her listen.

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Selena's P.O.V.

"Selena if you keep knocking on that damn door like that I will-"

"What will you do?! Beat me from outside of my locked door!" I yelled at my step dad Brian though my door.

They still have me and Demi locked in here like animals.

"Selena do not raise your voice at me!"

"Your not my dad! Don't tell me what to do!"

"Selena stop it!" my mom yelled.

Like always, she just has to protect him.

It's pathetic.

"If you don't open this door, I'll break it down!" I yelled.

"Be my guest! We're going to do business! There's food on your cabinet! Have fun!"

I heard footsteps & then a door slam.

They left, oh hell no.

I looked at the cabinet & their was a plate full of fruit.

Fruit! Are you fucking serious?!

I grabbed the plate & threw it, along with all the fruit out my window.

"Ugh!" I sat on my bed angry.

"I'm going to take a shower.. then you.. then we'll climb out the window okay?" Demi whispered.

I just nodded my head.

Demi walked into my bathroom and I heard the shower go on, along with my radio on full blast.

Katy Perry's new song dark house, filled my ears.

I smiled & walked over to my window.

I looked out of my window & over to my neighbors house.

Ugh the Bieber's.

They're dressed up all nice in their church clothes like always.

Ugh they piss me off.

They think their so damn blessed & perfect.

No one is perfect, everyone has secrets.

Especially their son Justin, God how I'd love to shove something up his-

"Done. Go shower! So we can go eat! I'm starving." Demi groaned while brushing her blue dyed hair.

"Ugh fine." I walked into the bathroom.

I stood in the shower, letting the water wash off dirt from last night.

I rubbed my entire body with a bar of Dove soap.

I washed over all my bruises carefully like always.

When I was all done washing out my hair & body, I wrapped a towel around my body.

I stood in front of my sink mirror & rubbed the steam off the mirror.

My disgusting reflection appeared causing me to close my eyes in disgust.

I sighed looking down at my horribly bruised body.

There are bruises every 5 inches on my body, reminding me of him.

(A/n) ooooooooooouh who bruised selala? ;o