Bahah, sorry to leave you hanging tonight! No post! But I’m planning to post early tomorrow! I have the entire day to myself, so cross your fingers no one interrupts that and I should have a post up by noon my time!
This means so much to me. It’s amazing to me that writing for an hour can do so much for you guys. Honestly, I keep writing because of messages like this. Thank you so much for sharing, darling. And I’m always here if you need someone to talk to! :)
I mean, don’t want to tell you to lie to your parents, but maybe just conveniently leave that part out. You don’t want to upset them for nothing. It’s not like it’s going to be just the two of you.
Already Broken #50
“So we’re in the clear? No one suspects anything?” I asked Justin again once he had a chance to sit down.
“Not entirely.” Justin sighed. “There’s about a dozen photographers lining the street. I have a feeling they are probably at your place, too.”
“So what do we do?”
“Well, if we want to keep our jobs, I think we need to continue to keep this quiet. We can’t let anyone find out you’ve been staying here. We need to be extra careful. If you stay, we can’t leave your car here. We can’t make it obvious.”
“Okay.” I nodded. I knew that this relationship had to stay secret.
“Cee, I just want you to know that I hate this. I wish I could parade you around town and show everyone just how lucky I am.”
“I know.” I nodded again.
“I don’t want you to be my secret. You’re so much more than that.”
“Justin, I know. You didn’t pick this situation, but we’re dealing with it. Someday we’ll be able to live our life as we please, but right now we will just keep things quiet.”
I struggled knowing the paparazzi were sitting outside of my house, just waiting to capture my next bad move. I had grown accustomed to no one caring anymore. Once I fell into a hermit-like lifestyle, only leaving the house if Sophie had a doctor’s appointment or something like that, the paparazzi had left me alone. Even now, I could most of the time walk around in Los Angeles without being followed.
The entire week following the incident was chaos. Any time I went outside, the photographers yelled through the gates. Carson stayed inside, mostly because we didn’t know how to get her home without outing the fact she had been staying at my house for the last week. Unfortunately, that arrangement could only last for so long.
“Do you want me to go put Soph down? It’s almost one-thirty.”
“Actually,” I said nervously, “I have to take Sophie to a doctor’s appointment this afternoon so I don’t want to put her down only to wake her up again.”
“What’s wrong with Sophie?”
“Nothing. Just a check up.” I lied. I didn’t want to hear her thoughts on the subject. Mandy and my mom had already told me I was overreacting. I didn’t want to hear it again.
“I can tell you’re lying to me.” She called my bluff immediately. “Come on. What’s going on?”
“I’m taking her to an autism specialist, okay? I don’t want to hear your opinion about it.”
“She’s not autistic. She’s the most social little person I’ve ever met. She constantly wants to be the center of our attention.
“Carson, please, I don’t need another woman in my life telling me I’m overreacting. She’s behind. We have playdates with other babies and she’s the only one not talking. I have to know why. I’ve researched it and I just want this doctor to look at Sophie.”
“Justin,” She started, but I didn’t want to hear anymore. I had already worked myself up about the appointment and I was in no mood to hear about how wrong I was.
“Just stop, okay? You’re not her mother.” I snapped before I could filter my thoughts.
“And on that note, I’m going to go home.” Carson quickly got up and walked to the door without so much as looking back. Sophie started to scream immediately and I knew I had probably been too hard on Carson.
“Carson!” I yelled, but she was already gone.
As soon as I was out of Justin’s front door, I realized I had probably made a big mistake. When I saw all of the photographers at the end of the drive I made a dash across the driveway to Justin’s Range Rover.
Luckily, I had left the keys inside from the last time I drove it. I started the car and turned around, bracing myself for the crowd of paparazzi waiting for me. I had yet to be alone with the paparazzi, so I was glad I was safely locked in a car.
As the gates opened, I drove forward. I slowed down dramatically as the men circled my car. I didn’t want to hit one of them, but at then again they were standing in front of a moving car.
“Carson! What happened with Alex!” Someone started hitting the passenger window with his hand as the camera captured my reaction.
“Get a life!” I couldn’t help myself as I hit the gas. The two guys in front of the car quickly jumped out of the way as I sped towards my house, praying that I would still have a recording contract by the end of this week.
“Hi Sophie,” The doctor smiled at her. Sophie met her with a big smile. “Can you wave to me?”
Sophie immediately started to wave.
“That’s good. Can I have a high five?” She asked and offered her palm. Sophie knew what to do as she hit the doctor’s palm.
“Can you say, hi? Or Mama? Or Dada?” She asked and Sophie just smiled at her.
“Does she cry or scream to get your attention?” The doctor turned her attention to me as Sophie focused on the toys in the corner of the room.
“All the time.” I laughed. “She needs to have all attention on her.”
“Is she pointing? Babbling? Understanding commands?”
“All of that. We just don’t have a single word.” I sighed. I had been waiting for months. Sophie was eighteen months old now. She was significantly behind.
“Honestly, Mr. Bieber, I think she’s fine. She understands spoken words. She smiles when someone smiles at her. She responds to cuddling and affection. She wants to play and has interest in social situations. Those are the key factors of an autistic child. She doesn’t need to communicate verbally since you understand her non-verbal cues. You know what she wants when she points to things or screams. Because she’s not around other children, she hasn’t had to use words.”
“So I’m being ridiculous?” I sighed, feeling bad about getting so worked up over this appointment.
“No. You were right to be scared; you’re a concerned father. But, at this point, Sophie is fine. She’ll talk when she needs to.”
I don’t know! I’m still trying to decide if I want to pick up at the end of the last one, or skip a little bit of time. Thoughts?
Already Broken #49
“Are you sure about taking Carson home with you? I could drop you off first and go around the block a couple of times to try and lose the paps.” Kenny suggested to Justin. He knew how much we were risking.
“No. We’re not doing any of that. I’m taking my girl home.” Justin said without even taking the time to think about it. I felt relieved. I didn’t want to have to play any sneaky games with the media tonight. I wasn’t in the mood to leave Justin’s side.
“Alright, love birds.” Kenny laughed. My heart was still fluttering from Justin’s surprise confession of his feelings. Even though he hadn’t allowed me to say it back, I was pretty sure I felt the same way.
When we got out at the house, I could hear the paparazzi yelling from behind the gates. I could see their cameras, but they were too far away to get very good shots. I felt exhausted from all of the cameras and drama I had endured through the night when Justin finally opened the door to his house and led me inside.
As soon as Pattie left, we went to bed. Justin leaned against the wall of the closet, watching me carefully as I slipped off my dress. I took off the backless bra and put on one of his oversized t-shirts. He followed me out to the bathroom where he watched as I washed off the ten layers of makeup that had been so carefully applied.
“How is it that you still look just as beautiful as you did on the red carpet?” He asked smiling as he followed me into the bedroom. I just smiled at his compliment as he laid down behind me, pulling my hips into his. “You sure you’re okay? He didn’t hurt you at all?”
“No. I’m fine.” Carson sighed heavily before she suddenly perked up. She sat up and looked at me, so excited. “Did I tell you I saw Justin Timberlake backstage?! My twelve-year-old self would’ve died. I would’ve screamed and cried. But thankfully I was able to hold myself together.”
“You are something else.” I rolled my eyes, laughing at her. She had performed at the American Music Awards tonight, she had attended her very first red carpet, but she was just excited she got a glimpse at her old celebrity crush.
“Goodnight, Cee.” I kissed her arm as she laid back down and scooted herself into my body.
It seemed like only a few minutes had passed when I woke up to my phone buzzing. Without opening my eyes I felt around on my nightstand to find the source. I somehow managed to answer it and hold it to my ear all while being half asleep.
“In my office now!” I instantly woke up and knew Barry was the one yelling at me.
“I’m coming.” I yawned and hung up. For a moment, I debated taking Carson with me, but I decided against it. I quickly got up and got dressed before I woke Carson.
“I have to go into the office. Do you want to stay with Soph or do you want me to call my mom?”
“I’ll stay.” She squinted at me sleepily. “Are we in trouble?”
“I don’t know. I’ll let you know as soon as I do. Go back to sleep for now.” I kissed her forehead and quietly left the room.
“Justin, what the hell were you thinking?! You could go to jail for hitting that guy!” Barry yelled at me. “You’re ripping this label apart! We are already sinking and now we have to deal with your stupid choices!”
“You messed up, kid.” Scooter agreed.
“He’s not a kid anymore! He’s twenty-six! He’s about to be a father!” Barry roared.
“Someone was insulting my pregnant wife.” I yelled again for what seemed like the hundredth time. I didn’t feel the need to explain myself anymore. The paparazzi got mouthy and I dealt with it. End of story.
“What did you want me to do? Ignore it? Let Selena cry without doing anything to protect her?! That’s not who I am.”
“Justin, thank god. Barry’s been waiting for you.” Scooter was waiting at the front door when I walked in.
“Please don’t say anything. Let me handle this. I am going to defend my actions. I don’t want you to screw things up anymore than necessary. I know you’re not Carson’s biggest fan, but I need you to be quiet and not drop the bomb about us just yet.” I pleaded as we rode the elevator. Once the doors opened, I briskly walked into Barry’s office.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You’re actions last night are repulsive! I only hired you because people told me you had your life together! They said you would be able to handle this business again! They told me Justin Bieber has matured into a man! But the only thing I see is the same little punk that caused me so much trouble ten years ago.” Barry said.
He threw several tabloids onto the table in front of me. My picture, of my fist going into Alex’s mouth, was on the front page of all of them with several headlines stating I was back to my bad boy ways.
Sophie woke me up around nine. I checked my phone to make sure Justin hadn’t called, but he had not. I rolled out of Justin’s bed and went in to Sophie’s room. She smiled as soon as she saw me, just like she did every morning.
“Hi sweet girl.” I couldn’t help but smile at her. I picked her up and gave her playful kisses, making her giggle.
“Should we get dressed?” I asked, mostly to myself, but Sophie adamantly shook her head no. “You don’t want clothes?” I pointed to her closet and she again shook her head.
“Alright. We can stay in our pajamas. I don’t care.” I shrugged. “But let’s at least eat breakfast.”
We were halfway through breakfast when Justin walked in. Sophie squealed with delight as he gave her a kiss and then gave me one.
“Are we out of jobs? Are we going to be forced to live as homeless people on the streets?”
“No.” He laughed and shook his head.
“Well tell me what happened then!” Carson requested anxiously.
“Barry was mad.” I shrugged. “My picture is on all of the tabloids, and because of that he told me I disappointment I was to the label. And then I calmly and rationally explained that Alex had been making unwanted advances all night and he tried to force you into doing things you didn’t want to do. I explained that you texted me and asked me to come, so I did. And I got upset because of how he was treating you.”
“And?” She pressed.
“And they don’t suspect anything. At all. I told them you’re my artist and you’re my responsibility; of course I’m going to be protective over you.”
“And then Barry told me that I was probably more protective over you because I have a daughter and I am in touch with my, quote, paternal instincts. I think he was implying I love you like a daughter.”
“Awkward.” She giggled loudly, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I definitely do not love you like a father. I love you like a boyfriend, a really great boyfriend.”
I apologize in advance for the post that’s coming. It’s poorly written and I don’t normally do this. But you guys wanted it.
I’m telling you! I don’t think you want to see what I would come up with right now! Hahah i’m in a really strange mood and I mightt make some poor decisions.
For my characters sake, I hope not.
I’m having major struggles here tonight anon. I’ve been trying to write for two hours and I have three paragraphs. And I have 2 papers to write for class tomorrow. And I’m just really struggglingggggg
You’re so welcome!! :) This message totally makes my heart burst with love and appreciation, yet breaks it all at the same time. STL will always have a special place in my heart, but I’m glad you are loving AB!
Selena’s little sister!
Possibly! I just remembered I don’t have my morning class tomorrow…meaning I have a lot more time to procrastinate! I might write some more!
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