Y/N'S POV
Justin's been getting better, and I was glad to know he was pushing through. Not only was he pushing through for me, but for himself as well. As his future wife, I was both proud and honored to have him beside me. I thought nothing could ruin my mood, though, until I received another note through the mail. I haven't received a note for so long. I remembered thinking it was Selena, but I was wrong.
This note read,"Do you really think that ring looks good around your finger? I don't think Justin asked the right woman. I was more of a Jelena fan."
Whoever this was, they had to be a fan, right? I mean, they even wrote Justin and Selena's ship name at the time. To be honest, I did think they were cute, but a part of me was also upset because I just wanted my best friend around.
Anyway, there was also the possibility that this could have been anyone. You heard about Justin and Selena enough to-
The note was snatched out of my hand, and Justin read it. He bawled it up and threw it into the trashcan.
I sighed saying,"Justin, maybe it's connected to the other note. Just let me look at it a couple more times."
Justin sighed himself, before he took the note out of the trashcan and handed it to me.
He gave me multiple kisses and said,"Princess, I'm sorry. I don't like you reading that kind of stuff."
I gave Justin's arm a squeeze before I said,"I understand, Justin. You just make sure you get us a date for that wedding."
Justin smiled, but it seemed as if he was waiting for something.
I said,"What is it, Justin?"
Justin blushed, but then he asked me,"Can you just smile real quick?"
I sent Justin a smile and his own smile grew, before he rushed out the door. I had no idea where he was going, but I wasn't worried. Plus, I was going to figure out who was trying to scare me out of marrying Justin. This could have been some crazy fan, but it could have also been something bigger.
I looked over the words, phrases, and even writing for something, anything. However, I came up with nothing, until I kept going back to the writing again and again. It seemed familiar, like I had seen it many times before.
I immediately called Mom and said,"You mind if I come over for a bit?"
Mom said,"No, of course not."
I drove to my parents' house and when I walked inside, Mom asked me,"Is everything okay?"
I handed her both notes I had received and before she could cry, I said,"Mother, please. It's okay. However, I do need your help. Do you recognize this writing? Do you know anyone who writes like this?"
Mom nodded, and I said,"Who? Who wrote it?"
She looked me in the eyes and said,"Your father."
You have got to be kidding me.