I collapsed on Justin and I’s bed, grateful to be home. We just got back from our fourth wedding this week and I was tired.
My family-which consisted of me, Michelle Blackhert, and my mom, Diane-were never the richest family and neither were the Bieber’s. My mom and Pattie have been best friends since elementary school. They say they have always wanted to go into business with each other and when the going got tough, that’s exactly what they did.
My dad left when I was six leaving me and my mom in a horrible financial hole. We were hardly keeping up with our bills and it was hard to put food on the table. Sometimes me and my mom would go days without eating. Pattie was having the same troubles as us, so they both decided to move in with each other. That was when I was 8 and when Justin and I became best friends. We had already knew each other because of our moms, but we were never really friends; however, we were friendly whenever we saw each other in school.
That was just the beginning of Blackhert & Bieber. Our mom’s decided to go into business as wedding coordinators. Blackhert & Bieber, slowly, but surely began picking up business again and we were able to move from our rat hole 1 bedroom apartment, to a nice, comfortable, spacious, two bedroom apartment on a slightly safer side of town. I know that it isn’t much, but it’s enough for me and I get to be surrounded by the people I love.
We all decided that it’d be easier for our parents to share a room then it would be for each kid to go with a parent and take a room, so Justin and I share. I love being roommates with him. He’s funny and entertaining and never makes anything awkward. We share a bed due the limited amount of space each room holds, but neither of us mind.
I absolutely adore and love Pattie and Justin. Pattie has become like a second mother to me. I don’t what I would do if I lost either her or my mom. She’s such a sweetheart. As for Justin, he is a total sweetie like his mom. He’s caring, sweet, funny, and handsome as well. However, lately, he’s been having awful night terrors and mood swings, and sometimes he blacks out and gets violent.
“I’m so tired.” I groaned out to no one in particular.
The bed shifted and wobbled under new weight. When I opened my eyes, I found myself starring right into the face of Justin hovering over me.
“Hello.” He grinned. Like always, I couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“What do you want, Drew?” I whispered too tired to even think about raising my voice above this whisper. He ****ed his head to the side like he was confused.
“You sleepy, Shell?” He asked changing the subject.
“Yeah, just a little bit.” I said and let out a small yawn. “Sorry.”
Justin shook his head dismissing my apology for yawning in his face. “Go to sleep.”
“Yes. I’ll be here when you wake up. Go to sleep, Shell.”
When he rolled off of me to the side of bed, I turned my body to face him. Justin looked down at me with a soft smile playing on his lips. His fingers reached up and ran through my hair. I let myself give in to my sleepiness and drifted away with Justin playing in my hair.
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As promised, when I woke up, Justin was right next to me, sleeping. I kissed his forehead then proceeded to make my way out of the bed. When I went to stand up, a tug on the back of my shirt made me fall back.
“Shelly, don’t leave me.” I heard Justin’s voice whimper. I turned around just to see his face stained with tears.
“Oh, Justin.” I cooed. I crouched down and crawled back into bed. I cradled Justin in my arms, his head resting on my chest and my fingers tangling themselves in his hair.
“How bad was it?” I mumbled, kissing the top of his head repeatedly.
“Really bad. I couldn’t save you and they…they did things to you, Shelly. Horrible things. Promise never to leave me.” Justin whispered.
Even though he made me promise this every time he had a dream similar to this one, never have I ever denied him the satisfaction of knowing I’m not going anywhere if I had anything to do with it.
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