Saving Mr.Bieber

Chapter 16

• Justin •

I spin around in my rolling chair trying to get my mind off Carter. It all seemed like it was over as quickly as it had begun.

But...

I love her. I'll never let her go. I needed her in my life. She's what gives me the stength to carry on. She's the girl of my dreams. She's the girl I hope to marry someday.

She's my everything.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing.

"Justin!" My mother's voice yells. "Can you get that? I'm in the shower!"

I groan and stand up, stumbling my way downstairs. Who the hell was it? I wasn't in the mood to-

I pry open the door.

"Carter?" I blurt.

She stares at me for a second and then bursts into tears, throwing herself into my arms.

"Carter, are you ok?" I ask her, hugging her back.

She heaves a sob. "I-I need you, Justin."

I smile, resting my head on hers. "I need you too."

Carter sniffles and pulls me outside, collapsing on my porch's floor, me beside her.

She lays down, her head on my lap. "My mother was raped." She utters, barely audible.

My eyes widen and I look down at her. "What?"

Tears start forming in her eyes once again. "She was raped by her own father!" Carter cries. "My grandfather IS my father! My mom is my sister..." She starts shaking her head back and forth while crying. "And Mia was possibly adopted!"

"Carter, Carter. Calm down." I tell her, pulling her up in a sitting position and cupping her face in my hands. "Forget the past. You have me. You'll always have me."

She tries to smile as she places her forehead to mine. "I don't know what to believe anymore. What it's a lie, Justin? What if my Aunt lied? It just doesn't seem possible..."

I search her eyes. "I know. But I doubt your Aunt lied." I pause. "But it's possible she was lied too."

Carter crinkled her forehead. "It's possible. But...but I don't know who to go to for answers. My mom's dead. My father..." Her voice fades. "Or who I thought was my father, he's dead! My grandparents are dead! Justin, I have no one!"

"Cart, forget about all of this. Looks at the facts. The possibility that you're your grandfather's daughter is very slim. You couldn't have turned out this perfect if it were true." I give a reassuring smile.

She smiles back at me through her tears. "Justin, I'm not perfect."

"To me you're every inch of perfect." I tell her.

She blushes. "Justin?"

"Yeah?"

"I..." She searches my eyes, her hand on my cheek. "I love you."

My heart races wildly at the sound of those words. There wasn't even a maybe in those words.

She loved me. She really loved me.

"I love you too." I grin, leaning in and crushing her lips with mine.

She kisses me back, wrapping her arm around my neck and pulling me closer. I deepen the kiss, holding her against me.

"Don't ever scare me like that again." I tell against her lips.

"Mm," She moans. "Like what?"

"I thought you were leaving me for good."