Blurred Perfection. 59: Hospitalized.

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*YOUR POV*

I didn't stop trying to tear off the cuffs, it became easier when my wrists numbed from the pain cutting off my circulation. Although that wasn't a good thing, it did distract me. I heard sirens nearby and I watched as my dad jumped up and fled the scene, leaving my mom to lie on the floor. I wasn't sure how hurt she was, but she wouldn't answer my pleas, nobody would. Justin wasn't behind the door anymore, I could only hear police banging on the door. I cried, my make-up streaming down my face as my dad unlocked the window and disappeared from the house. I didn't want him to get away from this, he couldn't just leave and not be punished too.

My wrists were covered in blood, along with both of my hands, legs, and feet. I sat on the bed tugging at the chains, crying while the police pried open the doors. The door flew open and Justin ran to my side immediately, wrapping his arms around my blood covered body. My attention was on my mom lying on the floor as I screamed and cried out her name. Justin tried calming me, but I forced him away. A police came to me and got me out of the cuffs, pushing Justin even farther away. I dropped to the floor and crawled over to my mom, crying out for her.

"Mom.." I said as I shook her shoulder.

I rocked back and forth and screamed her name when she didn't answer.

"Mom, wake up! Mom!" I cried out.

I laid down on her chest, crying. I couldn't hear anything as I listened for my mom's heartbeat. Her chest didn't rise, nor fall... I could only hear silence as I laid in the blood next to my mom's lifeless body. Men in dark clothes stood around me, watching as I tried to recover my mom.

"Mom please. Don't leave me.." my voice trailed off as I stared at her.

I felt like she was the only person I had left. I felt Justin's hands grab my shoulder's and pull me back away from my mom. The paramedics took over and crowded my moms body. I tried getting out of Justin's arms, but he had a strong hold on me.

"I'm so sorry." Justin whispered in my ear as I stared at my mom's body.

I screamed and screamed as the detectives and paramedics and police, whoever they were, covered her body with a white sheet. I just wanted to see her beautiful smile, the one that I was comforted with in my darkest moments. But it was all gone now. They took me out of the room and I was led to the front yard, where I cried in Justin's arms. My hands trembled as I was carried out on a stretcher and was lifted into an ambulance. Justin sat in the vehicle with me as they strapped me down, advising me not to move too much. I stopped moving and starred at the lights above me. I just felt like dying, wishing that my dad had beat me instead of her. Tears stopped escaping my eyes as we drove down the road. It's like there was no emotion left in my body. I blocked out the voices of everybody around me and listened to the sirens. The continuous sound of them killed me more and more inside.

When I stopped moving and closed my eyes, the doctor became worried and shook me. But I never once bothered to open my eyes or move around. I just wanted to be alone, be with my mom, at peace.

"(YN), please answer me." Justin pleaded. 

My eyes shot open and I tried sitting up, realizing that I was strapped down on the stretcher still as we were led down the hall. I kept my eyes glued on each passing light above me. I couldn't move and I had no idea where they were taking me, but it didn't feel like a smooth ride. And my mind wandered elsewhere. I couldn't explain how I felt, nor how I wanted to feel.

I was moved to a different bed and taken in a room, with the only person being a nurse who aided to my every need. I noticed that I was on the first floor, so that it was easier to get me to different places.

"Alright, now I'm going to strip you so that we can get you clean okay?" she said in her sweet old voice.

I didn't move once as she slowly, gently peeled off my clothing and placed it in a bin by my side. I sat up and she helped me walk into separate room where I sat in a tub as she rubbed the blood off of my body. The water was drained multiple times, I watched the water go down the drain in a red color.

I had stopped all emotion and no expression was placed on my face as she dressed me in light clothing. The doctor came in and examined my naked body, making sure there wasn't any broken bones. My wrist was wrapped in a stretchy ace bandage, covering up my severe cuts from tugging the chains. I laid in a bed and stared off into the distance. The nurse cleaned up the room and I paid no attention to her actions as I laid there, wide awake, unable to fall asleep.

I tossed and turned all night, not being able to get any sleep what so ever. I couldn't even force myself to cry my emotions out. Justin wasn't allowed in the room, only my nurse and doctor.

"You get some sleep honey okay?" the nurse said, shutting off the dim light and shutting the door.

I was left in the dark room. I listened to the silence in my room, and the nurses outside of my room. They laughed and conversed, but I thought 'how can they be so happy?'.

I felt a bit drowsy, but every time I closed my eyes, the darkness scared me. I finally closed them for a few minutes, to maybe get some rest.

My attention turned towards the window as I heard a faint knocking on it.  I slowly got out of the bed and made my way over to it, sliding my feet across the cold floor. They ached badly from the pain, it was almost unbearable, but I just had to see what it was. I slowly inched the blinds up, only to reveal my father's blood covered face staring at me. I backed away, shaking my head in disbelief. I had to be seeing things.

"No, no." I said several times.

The window was opened and he started towards me. I breathed heavy as he creepily smiled and stood just feet away from me.

His angry groans echoed the room. I fell to the floor as he got closer, trying to crawl away. My back hit the bed and I was stuck, just like I was at the house.

I screamed.

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-Ana.

Blurred Perfection. 58: Trapped.

Hey ladies... How's it going? How are you? That's good, me too! Haha, we'll here's the next chapter. Not much to say. Does anybody wanna be on the blog? Really, I need one or two more people! Email me at ana.mckenna7@live.com. Hope to hear from a few of you at least...(;

*YOUR POV*

We arrived at Justin's house just a bit later, and I could feel the anger radiating off of Justin. I dragged my mom inside and Justin left us alone in the living room.

"Mom, I'm only here to help." I said quietly as I rested my hands on top of hers.

She looked around the room, I could tell that she was amazed by his house. But that wasn't why we were here, we really needed to talk about something else right now.

"This is a really nice house." She began.

"Mom stop avoiding this."

"What do you want? What exactly do you want me to do?" she bit back at me.

"Leave him. Come with me! Please don't let him do this to you anymore." I said, choking on my own words.

Tears slipped out of my eyes and down my cheeks as I held out my arms and she willingly accepted a hug. I held her close as we sat there crying on Justin's couch. She still wasn't giving in, no matter what I said.

"Mom please. He's been doing this to you for over 12 years. You've had numerous accounts where you lie to the doctors in the Emergency Room." I pleaded.

I wanted so badly for my mom to give in and leave with me and Justin. I'm sure he would definitely want her to come.

"It's so hard. I never intended for you to get hurt, I hope you know that. I just want you to be safe." my mom told me.

I held her fragile, bruised, body in my arms, trying to calm both of us down. She wanted me to be safe, but I wanted her to be safe.

We talked and talked, changing the subject several times without even realizing it. Hours went by and the sun was starting to set on the horizon so we decided to leave. We pulled up to our house and I unbuckled, not ready to face my dad.

"Look, if he hurts you one more time-"

"Justin, I won't let it happen. He won't."

I stared into Justin's eyes. He had a firm hold on my arm, just above where my dad had left bruises earlier in the day.

I took a deep breath as we stepped inside the cold, air-conditioned house. Justin and I snuck upstairs and went into my room where we had some privacy. I sat down on my bed next to Justin and he stared at my wrist. I tried covering it up, but he grasped my arm.

"He did this." Justin said.

His words hurt me and I felt as if I were that little girl again. I pulled away and pulled my sleeve down immediately.

I changed into some pajamas and went downstairs with Justin to watch some TV alone. My parents were already upstairs, getting ready for bed.

"I'm sorry that you have to sleep here."

"It's only for a week, it's fine." Justin said, putting his arm around my shoulder and kissing the top of my head.

We both smiled at each other before I left to go to bed upstairs. I inched down the long hallway, towards my bedroom at the end of the hall. I stopped, to hear whispers coming from my parents room. My heart beat was fast and I could practically hear it in my chest. I blocked the noise out and listened to the whispers coming from the large room.

"Where the hell did you go?" my dad asked as he looked down upon my tiny mom.

"W-We went s-shopping." my mom's weak voice echoed in my ears.

I felt shivers down my spine as I peered through the tiny crack. I wanted this to stop now, by I knew that I couldn't do anything.

"Don't you dare lie to me." my dad said, raising his voice to a loud whisper.

I watched as his hand rose up and my mom squeezed her eyes closed. She looked like a scared puppy right before it was going to be scolded. Just then, I pushed the door open and they both turned there attention to me.

"Don't touch her." I said in a stern voice as I stood my ground in the doorway.

"Leave, please." my mom said, her lip quivering and her hands trembling as she held them close to her chest.

I started walking towards him, fear not present in my actions. I tightened my fists and felt pain as my nails dug into the palms of my hands. My teeth grinded against each other.

"Leave my mother alone!" I yelled as I reached my hand out to hit him.

He grabbed both of my wrists in one hand and I wriggled around, trying to get out of his strong hold. I winced in pain as her gripped the previous bruise, making even worse ones. I tried whipping my arms around again, to get away, but I couldn't shake his grip.

"Let me go!" I screamed.

As he held me, he dragge me towards the door and shut it. He then threw me on the floor, I landed with a thump. The door was locked by him as my mom kneeled down to help me up. She caressed my hair as she grabbed my hand, trying to help me up from the cold wooden floor. I looked up as my dad's towering figure loomed over us in a dark shadow. He reached down and slapped my mom across the face. She crawled away in terror, leaving me lying on the ground as I wiped the dark red blood away from my face. I laid on the floor, unable to move because of the pain jolting throughout my body. I managed to get up and grab my dad's fist as he went to hit my mom again. My weak hold didn't last because of the pain in my wrists. I pushed as hard as I could against his fist, but he soon gave up and we both dropped our arms to our sides. He dodged me and grabbed my mom abruptly, I hit his back as hard as I could, trying to stop him.

He let go of my mom and came towards me instead. I backed away as far as I could, bumping into the wooden dresser against the wall. My dad slowly came closer, his intimidating look peering through my body. I turned around to find a lamp, dimly lighting the room. I took it from the wooden structure and swung it right towards my dad's head, causing it to break and the glass pieces shattered the floor. He also crashed to the floor with a loud thump and I ran to my mom. The glass sunk into my feet, but I had to get out of here.

"Mom get up, we have to leave!" I yelled as I shook her.

She came back to consciousness and I helped her towards the door, my bloody foot prints leaving marks everywhere.

"Shit." I said as I wriggled the handle.

I forgot how that bastard had installed a lock which needed a key for their door. He kept the key in his pocket at all times, it unlocked all of the locks in the house. I turned around, he was still on the floor in pain, trying to regain his blurry vision. I ran towards the window and tried pushing it open. It wouldn't budge. I threw things at it and they just bounced back and flew towards us. My thoughts raced through my mind thinking 'I'm going to die tonight'...

"(YN)!" I heard Justin yell from the other side of the door.

I forgot about him, maybe he could help. I ran to the door and leaned against it, pounding my fist into the wood.

"Justin.." I whispered to myself, "Justin help!"

I felt a strong arm wrap around my head, covering my mouth as I was being pulled back. My yells turned into mumbles and I dropped my mom onto the floor. My mom was unable to carry herself, so she was left on the ground, near death is what it seemed like. My dad threw me on their bed as he hit me. I couldn't hold him off, he was too strong.

He cuffed my hand to the bed post and I tried getting out. My wrist began to bleed from trying to pull my hand from the small tight metal circle. Why did he have handcuffs anyways? I thought. But my attention was quickly turned back to him when he reached my mom.

"Don't fucking touch her!" I yelled as tears fell from my eyes onto the sheets.

I listened as Justin pounded on the bedroom door. My dad wanted me to watch. He wiped the blood away from his lip before beating my mom senseless. He kicked her and I screamed for him to stop, but he wouldn't. I cried out for Justin, but there was no way of him getting in. I couldn't do anything to help, just like before...

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Blurred Perfection. 57: Getting Away.

Hi guys! Not much to say.. But I have some news!... The other ladies who sadly aren't posting, are going to be deleted from the blog. I really don't want to, but nobody has emailed me back and it's been over a few weeks. So It'll only be me and Brianna for now, and I'll be adding a few more. If you'd like to be on the blog, or if you didn't get a chance before, email me at ana.mckenna7@live.com. Just tell me your name, your purpose for writing, and part of a story you've written! Thanks guys, hope to hear from a few of you!(:

*YOUR POV*

"What happened downstairs?" I asked Justin as I quietly shut the door and sat next to him on the bed.

"Well, your dad doesn't like me... at all. And he said that after Thanksgiving, he wants me out of his life, and yours."

"No! He can't do that!"

"Don't worry, he won't do that." he comforted me.

I calmed myself and laid my head on his chest. There was no way that my dad could take him away from me, no, it just wasn't happening.

"He said that there'll be consequences. But he can't do anything to me, I'll beat his ass."

"Justin no, this can't be taken that far. You don't know my-"

"I don't care. He can't take you away from me. Nobody can."

I smiled at the fact that Justin was showing his protective side. It made me feel better to know that he would give up everything just for me. I sat there as he rubbed my back.

He told me about how my dad had said that we weren't aloud to kiss or touch, but I completely ignored that as I kissed him continuously. There was nothing my dad could do to keep us apart. We both laughed and it soon became late, the sun was starting to set. I heard the door creak open and we both turned our attention to the other side of the room. I kept my head on Justin's chest and my dad just glared at us.

"Here's your pillow and blanket, I expect you to stay in the guest room tonight." my dad said, throwing the stuff on the floor.

"Dad, we sleep in the same bed."

"Not while you’re here."

I stood up and Justin grabbed my arm.

"It's fine, let it go." he whispered in my ear.

I shook off his hand and walked over to my dad, standing just inches away from him. His tall figure intimidated me, but I forced my self to not be scared.

He peered down on me and grinded his teeth together before exiting the room and slamming the door. If Justin wasn't there, he would've hit me. I could just tell.

We both changed into comfy clothes before Justin got ready to leave and go downstairs. I really didn't want him to leave, but I didn't bother begging because I knew what would happen if he did.

"Can we take my mom to your house tomorrow?"

"To my house?" Justin asked confused as he stood by the door.

"Yeah, I need some alone time with her. But I can't do it here, my dad is going to be here all day."

"That's fine." he said as he kissed my forehead and held my body close to his.

I stood in his arms for a few minutes before he left and disappeared down the darkness of the hall. I felt so alone and scared without sleeping in the same bed with him. We always had and after this, we always will.

I got up before Justin, of course, and helped my mom make breakfast. We stood in the kitchen as she fried the eggs and I popped the bread in the toaster. I turned to her and she smiled at me and set the spatula down.

"Me, and you, and Justin are going to go shopping today okay?" I told her with a smile.

"But-"

"No buts, you need a girls day out and Justin is going to cater to our every want."

She smiled and I got her to agree. She was so stubborn sometimes about leaving this horrid house, but I had to make her.

We all ate breakfast quietly, no talking this time, and finished quickly. It was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. I felt awkward, but I didn't bother talking even after we finished eating.

"So dad," I said as I wiped my face, "us three are going shopping today. So you can have the house to yourself!" I smiled at him.

He didn't look to pleased. I would be if I got the whole freaking house to myself for a full day, who wouldn't!?

"Why doesn't Justin stay here? We could bond a little."

I saw Justin's jaw tighten as he stared at my dad. I was taken back by his sexy jawline, I think my mom noticed too. They did not like each other at all. It was like an intense staredown from across the table.

"I'm having Justin cater to us while were out." I said as I got up and brought my plate to the kitchen.

My dad followed me close behind, leaving my mom and Justin to finish up eating. The door to the kitchen slammed shut and I stood at the counter, rinsing off my plate. I closed my eyes, hoping for no comments on breakfast.

"I don't like Justin, you shouldn't be with him, he's bad for you."

I felt his warm breath on my neck as he stood close behind me. I swiftly turned around to face his tall figure. My breathing increased as I held onto the counter, standing just inches away from him.

"We've been together for a year now and there's nothing you can do about it. I love him and you can't say anything to change that."

He grabbed my wrist and twisted it in his big hands. I winced at the pain. My eyes closed shut as he twisted past my limits.

"Your hurting me." I barely mumbled, my teeth clamped together and he didn't loosen his grip.

"Look. I don't want you around him, whether I'm around or not."

"You can't control me. You can't control my life anymore."

I wriggled my wrist of his, just barely getting past him. I walked out of the kitchen and greeted my mom and Justin with a weak smile. They both stood with there plates left on the table and smiled back at me.

"Well should we go?" I said, my voice more cheery than it was just minutes ago.

They nodded and we left the house immediately. I got in the drivers seat, Justin in the passenger, my mom in the back. I was glad to be out of that house finally.

We drove for about twenty minutes before my mom realized we weren't in LA anymore. I looked in my mirror and she looked worried.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked as she stared out the window.

"We aren't actually shopping mom. I'm taking you to Justin's house. We needed to talk, but in private."

"I'm not-"

"Mom stop!" I yelled as we came to a stop at a light.

She quieted down and Justin glanced over at my hands. I pulled down my sleeve quickly before taking off again, to cover up my wrist.

"What did he do to you?" Justin asked.

I glanced at him and then back at the road, trying not to make any sort of eye contact. My arm just had to happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Ugh!

"Nothing, he didn't do anything." I lied.

I was so used to covering up my bruises with lies, it just came naturally. I thought that maybe it'd work, but by the way Justin sat, it didn't.

"He fucking hurt you." Justin mumbled.

His jaw tensed up again and he leaned his head on his hand which he leaned on the door. I took deep breaths and blinked a few times.

"Just leave it alone." I pleaded.

It was like he could sense everything I was thinking.

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-Ana.

Blurred Perfection. 56: Dinner.

Hi guys! I won't say much, because you probs don't read this anyways... But here's the next chapter!

"Amen." we all said simultaneously after saying prayers.

I sat across from Justin, my dad across from my mom. We ate our food in silence and I felt as if there was tension from our earlier incident. Of course that was not acceptable with my dad, he as probably never going to get over it.

"So how have you guys been?" I asked my parents.

"We've been great honey! Not much has changed around here." my mom said quietly as she peered over to my dad.

"How was your birthday?" she asked with a friendly smile.

"It was fun! Justin planned the whole thing and invited all of our friends. We had dinner and I danced until I passed out. I had a lovely time, thanks to Justin." I said with a laugh.

I watched as my dad eyed down Justin. I felt so awkward, I didn't know what he thought of Justin, and I wasn't sure that I wanted to. And what my mom said 'not much ahs changed around here', could it be true? I didn't want to believe it, but I had to find out.

"So, Mr. Justin Bieber, how long have you been dating my daughter?" my dad asked in a stern voice.

"It was a year ago September 13th, sir."

"He got me this necklace for our anniversary." I said, pointing to my chain and trying to take away from my dad staring at Justin.

"That's very pretty." my mom commented.

I sent her a smile. At least she didn't mind me and Justin dating or being together at all. My dad on the other hand, didn't even want us in the same room.

After we all finished, my mom and I took the dishes in the kitchen, leaving Justin and my dad alone. I was concerned about what might happen, between them while we were gone.

I stood, loading the dishwasher while my mom washed some pots and pans by hand. I finished loading them and stood by my mom, watching her hands swirl around in the water.

"Does he still hurt you?" I asked quietly.

I looked to make sure my dad wasn't watching before turning my attention back to my mom. She was dead silent, like she was mesmerized by the motion of the water. I grabbed her arm and she jumped.

"Mom, answer me." I said, teary eyed already.

"I-It's nothing-"

"Mom tell me."

"He does it because he loves me." she said quickly.

I couldn't believe that she said that. It was like he was controlling her and she had no choice. I wanted to shake here and yell that this wasn't right, but I knew that I couldn't. I couldn't even get her out of the house to talk to her.

"Mom you need to get away from him. That's not true, you need to stop-"

"It is true!" my mom pleaded, with tears in her eyes.

I held her in my arms and cried with her. She couldn't even hold her weight in my arms, so I sat her down at the island counter. I needed to get her away from here, I had to try at least. I wiped away her tears and mine.

"Mom, please, pull yourself together."

She stopped crying and I brought her back to the dining room. We adjourned our dinner and went our separate ways. I watched when my dad left the room, he whispered something in Justin's ear. My dad went back to watching football, and I went upstairs with Justin.

*JUSTIN'S P.O.V.*

(YN) and her mom started taking the dishes to the kitchen while her dad and I sat there. When they left the room, I felt so much hatred hanging in the air. This guy sitting next to me was evil, and I wasn't aloud to stop it. Plus, he hated my guts, without even knowing me. I mean a lot of people did, but this guy, he was bad news.

"Ya know, Justin, I don't like you." he said.

Yep, there it was. I gave him a funny look. Like I said, he didn't even know me, and he already hated me. Great.

"I'm sorry to hear that." I said, trying to keep the sarcasm away from my voice.

I wanted so badly to just freak out on him, but I knew that that wouldn't go over well.

"I don't like you with my daughter. The whole upstairs incident, if it happens again, I'm not going to be to happy. And I'm sure you know how this works."

"I love your daughter, and I would never do anything to hurt her." I said, now staring deeply into his strict eyes.

"Listen, it's best you stay away from her after Thanksgiving's over-"

"You don't mean stay away from (YN)."

"That's exactly what I mean."

I took a deep breath. I was trying not to explode on this guy, containing my anger was becoming very difficult at the moment.

"Look, your daughter means the world to me. And I solemnly promise that I will keep her safe. I have for a year and I plan to do it for many more." I said just as (YN) and her mom came bursting through the kitchen door. They both had smiles on their faces. I leaned back in my chair and watched as her dad stood and began to exit the room.

"Remember what I said. It's better for the both of you, and I'm sure you wouldn't like the consequences." he whispered in my ear before leaving the room.

Great, I think her dad just threatened to kill me. This was not my night...

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-Ana.

Blurred Perfection. 55: Meet My Parents.

Hi guys, sorry that I haven't posted in awhile, if you read my other story you'll understand. Anyways, here's the storrryyyyy:

*YOUR POV*

November came and my tour had just ended before Thanksgiving break. It was short, but it was still exhausting and I couldn't imagine doing what Justin did, for a year. I loved being on tour, but I was still kind of glad that it was a shorter one.

We navigated our way through the airport in New York to get to our flight. I had my bags and Justin had his, we were on our way to California to see my parents. I had been to LA plenty of times now, even lived there, and I thought it was an amazing city. But I dreaded going to my parents house and seeing my dad interact with Justin. And I had to deal with it for a week straight. I had no idea how this was going to turn out, and I still didn't want to find out.

We sat in the plane and I put in my headphones and listened to Justin's new music. I smiled as I bobbed my head back and forth. Justin watched my every move, satisfied.

"You like it?" Justin asked as I pulled out my headphones.

"I love it! Your beliebers may just go crazy, if they aren't already." I joked around.

He laughed and put away his phone as he kissed my cheek.

I hated long plane rides, but when I was with Justin, they seemed not long enough. We occupied each other with I Spy games and card games and random subjects that we could go on and on and on about. I sat on his lap as we sat on the couch together and watched Teen Wolf on Netflix. I was making him watch the whole series, because it was my favorite.

"That's Stiles. Stiles is his best friend." I said, pointing out each character.

He had a difficult time following along and I just laughed at his attempts. He asked so many questions to, just like a 6 or 7 year old.

"So now he's a werewolf?" he asked.

"Yeah! Your catching on real fast." I said sarcastically.

He playfully tickled my sides and I let of shrieks of laughter.

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We arrived at my parents house and I looked at the front view as we carried our bags into the house. So many memories ran through my head as we took small steps forward. My body was tense when I felt Justin's hand on my side. He could tell that I was really worried about this whole 'meet my parents' thing.

"Relax. Everything's going to be fine baby." Justin whispered in my ear.

I took a deep breath as we stepped inside. You'd think that maybe people would know my parents, and they would do interviews like other celebs parents, but not mine. I didn't allow it, I was way too worried about that too.

"Mom!? Dad!?" I yelled.

They both came walking towards the door, greeting us with smiles and hugs all around. Gosh, they sure did play happy around new comers. If only it stayed like that forever.

"My baby's home! I missed you so much, I only hear about you through the internet and the TV now!" she said with a slight laugh.

I hugged my dad and feeling his touch sent shivers down my spine. I quickly backed away and stood by Justin. Justin could tell that I was scared, he could probably sense my fear too.

"Mom, Dad, this is Justin. Justin, this is my mom, Sarah, and my dad, Rick." I said gesturing towards both of them.

"It's nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. (YLN)."

"Oh please, just call us by our first names!" my mom squealed.

I laughed, knowing that she was a fan of Justin's music. She looked so happy and jolly, maybe the bad things had ended...

I led Justin to my old room upstairs and we unpacked our bags there. He still seemed uneasy about my dad, but I couldn't blame him.

"So this is where you grew up?" Justin said with a smile as he looked around.

I nodded as I put our clothes together in the empty dresser drawers. He helped me and within a few minutes, we had unpacked everything and even put our stuff into the bathroom.

We stood in my bedroom, still decorated with posters of boys and my painted pink walls, hand-in-hand. He just laughed and smiled at my posters, I even had one of him that Hannah had put up a long, long time ago. He looked so little! I had posters of others too, that I just hadn't bothered taking down.

Justin turned to me and grabbed me by my waist, pulling me closer to him. He rested his forehead on mine and smiled down on me.

"This is going to be a fun week." Justin said, rubbing his nose against mine.

"I hope you know we can't do anything with my parents home."

"I can't go a whole week!"

"Sorry, Bieber." I said as I pressed my lips against his. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth and I smiled as he explored.

"Dinners ready!" my dad said as she burst through the door. I quickly pulled away from Justin and straightened out my clothes.

"We'll be right out." I said as I tried not to make eye contact.

He pushed the door all the way open before leaving, making sure that it stayed open. I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. We all knew what that meant when my dad did that.

"See." I said to Justin, trying to make a point about the 'no sex' rule.

He smiled as I took his hand and led him out to the table to sit down and eat. I had a feeling that this was not going to be a normal dinner...

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-Ana.