Hey. So, before you start reading I gotta tell you guys something.
First is first. I don't like being pushed to update. Please don't push me. It stresses me out and it makes me not wanna write anymore because I don't wanna look forward to people pushing me to update all the time, especially right after I just updated.
Please loves. You gotta be patient with me. It's okay to comment "plz update." I'm just talking about spamming my inbox and kik with messages telling me to hurry and update every time it's not updated. Don't worry. It'll be posted when it's posted. You gotta be patient with me.
Wattpad is very fun and all. I love writing my fanfics. But, Wattpad is also not my first priority. I do have a life to live, I do have problems, so I am upset a lot and I don't feel like updating. But, when I'm ready to write again, I will update.
Second is second. You may see that dedicated a chapter to you. Well, I did and am doing it for a reason. If I always see you on my notifications seeing that you vote and comment for the book, I'm dedicating a chapter to you because that means a lot to me.
By the way, I won't be updating on July 17th because it's gonna be 1 year since Believe Tour for me. That's 1 year since Justin was close to me. I'm gonna be mourning that day.... OMG
I forgot to say the other day that "Life as Mrs. Bieber" hit half a million reads. Thank you so much! LAMB may be the book I'm nominating for the Wattys also.
So, that's it. I think. Oh, wait one more thing....
What you gonna do with that big fat butt?
Wiggle wiggle wiggle...
Haha! Sorry, I had to!
Enjoy!
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Mia's POV:
* Same scene as last chapter *
"Dad?"
"There she is," he says.
He walks toward me stumbling, looking like he's gonnna pass out any minute now.
"Dad, why are you here?"
"C'mon. Me and you are gonna go somewhere."
I step back and Justin runs to me and grabs Makenzie. He leans toward me quickly.
"Call me if you need me."
I give him a quick nod, not breaking eye contact with my dad.
"Dad, you need to sleep this off," I tell him, very concerned.
"Mia, I'm- I'm fine."
He looks like he's about to vomit, too.
I walk over to him and gently grab his arm, trying to lead him to the couch.
"C'mon Dad. You need to sl-"
I feel him snatch his arm back.
"Didn't I say I'm fine?!"
"Dad, you're drunk. Sleep is what you need."
"You don't know what I need!"
I feel myself get angry, but I decide to keep my cool.
"Dad, just c'mon."
I try pulling him to the couch and he snatches his arm away again.
"Stop! I said no, you stupid weak girl! And I call you my daughter?!"
My jaw drops. I feel my heart crumble a little at his cruel words. Tears start to come into my eyes, but I keep them from falling to make them think I'm not weak.
"Dad-"
"No! Just leave me alone Mia! I'm fine!"
"Dad, who are you? I feel like I don't even know you anymore."
He chuckles at me.
"Well, get used to it Mia. This is your new and improved father."
I narrow my eyes at him.
"I've been drinking for a while Mia."
"How long is a while?"
"I don't know. A few months."
He starts stumbling again. He walks pass me and heads for the couch.
"Dad-"
He turns back to me.
"Mia, why are you so worried about me?! I'm gonna be gone soon anyway.. I'm gonna drink myself to death."
"Dad, why-"
"Just shut up! Shut the hell up!"
I feel myself get even more angry now, and I lose all control.
"Dad! This is not you! You need help!"
"No! Leave me alone!"
"But, D-"
"You're nothing to me. You're just a sad issue for a daughter!"
I feel my heart crumble even now. A tear rolls down my cheek and I wipe it quickly.
Sadness and anger are the only emotions I feel right now. The sadness lessens, and the anger starts to take its toll.
"Fuck you," I say.
I see anger in his eyes now, causing fear to take full control over my body. I feel myself shake in terror as I continue to stare at him, seeing how angry he is.
"Did you just swear at me?! I am your father!"
"Oh really? Cause you sure act like one."
His jaw drops and he narrows his eyes at me.
"Because all you are is just my sad issue for a f-"
I feel him slap me, causing me to hold my face. Pain is all I feel. Not just physical pain, but emotion pain. My dad just slapped me. He's never laid his hands on me before.
I look up at him and he sits on the couch. I turn and run to the back door, running outside.
I keep running until I'm in the middle of the grass, and I collapse into it. My sobs start to fill the area, the moonlight causing me to see my own shadow in the grass.
I cover my mouth, completely in disbelief of what just happened. I replay the scene in my head, remembering the fearful look on my dad's face to pain I felt from his slap.
I shut my eyes tight and shake my head, trying to shake the thoughts out.
My sobs become a little quieter, and I manage to control my breathing back to normal. A few silent minutes pass, and I hear the back door open.
I hear the sound of someone stepping on the grass, then I feel the person near me.
I feel a hand on my back, rubbing it in circles. This makes me aware that it's Justin.
I turn my head and Justin sits on the grass next to me, pulling me closer to him.
I rest my head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat. His arm remains around me, making me feel safe.
"I came to check on you."
"How's Kenzie?"
"Babe, she's fine. She's sleeping. So, is your dad. He passed out on the couch."
"I'm done with him. I hate him."
"Why?"
I look up, our eyes meeting eachother.
"Because of everything. He was in India. He never sent me a postcard or text. Didn't wanna Skype because he never picked up. I tried to call, but he changed his number. He never answered any of my emails, nothing. He slapped me. He also called me a sad issue for a daughter, saying I'm nothing to him and-"
"But, Mia. He's drunk. He's not himself."
"He told me he's been drinking for months."
"Well, some stuff slip out when people are drunk, too. But, babe. He's your father. You can't hate him forever."
I scoff. "Watch me."
"Mia, he's the only parent you have."
"I have your mom."
"Mia, you know what I mean."
I sigh.
"Tomorrow morning, you guys need to talk it out. It's for the best."
I huff out a breath. "I'll try."
He kisses my forehead.
"Good. But, there's more."
I raise my eyebrow.
"You have to let go babe."
"Let go?," I ask confused.
"Yeah. Let go of everything. Forgive and forget."
"Fuck that."
"No, babe. It'll make everything better for you. I know the forget part is hard for you. But, the forgive part you can do."
"Justin-"
"Mia, just hear me out."
I stop and give him a nod.
"When you go on tour, you're gonna be a little stressed with everything. But, letting go will make some of that stress go away. Let go of all the dislike and hatred you feel towards people. Forgive your dad. Forgive Brandi. F-"
"Forgive Brandi?!"
"Yes. Forgive Tyler, Bruce and Victoria, too. You don't have to start being friends with them and start being in contact with them, but just forgive them. But, I do want you to start being friends with Brandi again. It'll be good for you to have your best friend back."
"What?!"
"Fredo and her are still friends. They hang out at his house all the time. When your ready, just stop by and talk it out with her. Start being best friends again."
"Hell no. No way that's gonna happen."
He pecks my cheek.
"C'mon. Do it for me."
I roll my eyes and look down. He's my weakness.
"Okay, but only for you."
Letting go seems so hard. But, I'm not doing it for anyone else but Justin. He's my everything.
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