Justin Bieber Abuse Novels & Stories

"I beat him. I beat him from the time he was seven until he left for junior hockey. I broke his ribs twice. I burned him with cigarettes. I told him he was worthless every single day. And you know what? He believed me." Damian's legs nearly gave out. Sebastian caught him. "He's not a pervert. He's not an abuser. That Montgomery boy didn't do anything wrong. I made all of it up. Because I couldn't stand the thought of my son being happy without me." The recording ended.

Anabel, her name, was it? "Audrey..." Justin continues and adjusts his seating positing so he could face me better. "I know I lost your trust over one small stupid thing—" "You cheated on me. That's not small." "—But you have to believe me when I say..." Justin purses his lips. "Audrey, I saw that girl and Cayden making out. And because they were on some deserted hill, they were in the car and... I think they might've had sex." I looked into Justin's eyes. I've dated him for a few years now and I've learnt how to tell if he's lying or not. And, as much as I hate to believe it... he wasn't.

Not like he doesn’t satisfy me but he’s barely at home and whenever he’s at home, he’s always tired so I can say We’d never had sex for like six months now. And that was how I started masturbing. I couldn’t just control the urge anymore and I most definitely didn’t want to cheat on my husband but now this? Thankfully Sabastian Didn’t push further with the Discussion, he gave me the interval of tonight to sleep over the proposal then he left me in the toilet after blowing smoke on my face as if to mock me. Honestly there was nothing to think about because I know I’m already bound to Doing such shit with Sebastian. With all the bad things I’ve heard about him, I sure as hell know he wouldn’t

I was certain that they were fabricated and were manipulated. “Jessica and Chloe drugged me on that night,” I stammered, with my voice trembling. “Without my own consent, that very video was taken.” ”And those pictures featuring Justin are fake!“ I went on as my heart beat strongly in my chest. His hand lashed out, impressing upon me across the face with great force. I was unable to say another word then. With his spittle hitting at my face, he yelled, ”Shut up, you whore!“ ”Don’t you dare blame Jessica now because of your slutty behaviour.“

Justin left our lives but still managed to create problems for us . Three days passed , and Justin didn't show up. Maybe he was ashamed of himself or maybe not but he never allowed a second pass by texting me . He left countless messages apologizing for his behavior but none of what he said made a difference to me . He knew what he wasn't doing yet he did it . He wasn't under the influence of Alcohol, was he ? James had also tried to reach out to me . He kept on calling and texting, I responded to neither. My main focus was myself and my children. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to take that away from me . Be it James or Justin.

But what Aniya started reading loudly got me shaken to the core. “JUSTIN. I AM SORRY… I GOT SCARED… I DID NOT KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU ABOUT THIS PAIN. PLEASE FORGIVE ME… PLEASE DON’T BE MAD AT ME… I SWEAR THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN … HAVE SOME MERCY. THERE IS NO PLACE LEFT TO WRITE ANYMORE. DO YOU FUC*KIN KNOW HOW BIG IS YOUR MEMBER JUSTIN?”

They don't look superficial. She rolls over on her side and faces me. Her soft features look cloudy and distant. "You know what happened between Justin and I. How he treated me, and then the pictures circulating. I told you about overhearing Selena in the bathroom?" I nod. She frowns. "It only got worse from there. It took Selena minutes to find out who I was, and the very same day it started. She confronted me in the cafeteria in front of everyone. She called me a whore, dumped a tray on my head. The abuse went on for weeks, the pictures circulated, my dad found out. When he paid some tech guru to have them deleted from the websites, she came after me harder. It was the worst six months of

Once they returned to the apartment, Lindsay scrolled through her phone. “A-List Actor Justin Called a Cheating Scumbag and Beaten by His Own Sister” and “Justin’s Emotional Performance” dominated the top two trending spots. She clicked on the first one. The video showed Jenny calling Justin a scumbag and beating him up, capturing the entire scene, including Jenny’s comments about their mother. The comments were filled with praise for Jenny, calling her cool and applauding her actions. The consensus was that Justin's reputation as a scumbag was now undeniable, given his own sister's accusations.

He knows my schedule, and something tells me he’ll show up unannounced if I’m not careful. For two days, I don’t leave the apartment. I stay locked away, hiding from everything—Justin, Dante, the truth. Justin messaged me that night, but instead of any attempt to fix things, his words were worse than ever. His abuse has reached a new level, probably because the first message I sent back was to tell him to stay out of my life. A life he gave me apparently. That was one point he kept driving home, this life I have, is built from him.

“The debt was my father’s and my brother’s. I had no obligation to repay it for them. And besides, you didn’t give them that money because I asked. You went to them yourself and paid them to stay out of my life. “But I’m not a commodity. I don’t belong to anyone, and I refuse to accept that.” “Bitch, just you wait. I’ll get out. You think you can escape me?” Justin’s face twisted, his voice growing more vicious. Even as the police repeatedly warned him, he didn’t stop hurling abuse at her. “You won’t get the chance.” I cut him off. “Hiring hitmen and showing no remorse—those charges alone are enough to keep you locked up for life.”