Novel & Cerita Was Justin Bieber Abused

“I can’t believe our parents did this to us.” Justin touched her cheek with his fingers. “It was hell for me, Adrienne. I could count the number of days I actually stayed sober—with one hand.” Adrienne bit her lip and her heart went out to Justin. She touched his cheek with her hand and he turned sideways to kiss the inside of her palm.

But Justin just grits his teeth, refusing to break. It takes time—more time than I expected. Dante and I trade off, our methods escalating as the minutes stretch into hours. Eventually, Justin cracks, spilling everything. Each word makes my stomach churn. He worked with Luna’s abusers, ingratiating himself into her life to help them get closer to her.

I was too busy building a wall around my breaking heart. When he tried to reach for me I dodged, so many horrible things were popping up in my head the bad images of being pinned and filmed, being tagged in the videos and pictures, Being laughed at, being abused in public, and having to show up at home and school with bruises that couldn't be explained away. I was a laughingstock... and Trey knew bringing it up would hurt. That's why he did it. I was wincing at memories when Trey tried to reach for me again.

However, her past washed over her like downpour. She contemplated the manner in which Jasper and his friends had disregarded her chastity while they were with her. Even after she begged them for compassion, they continued to take turns sexually abusing her until they satisfied their insatiable craving. Even after she begged them for compassion, they continued to sexually abuse her.

“Booker Beaver and his wife, Cali Laurier, have been arrested today by the FBI for the alleged involvement with a notorious foreign organized crime who is known for human and sex trafficking…” I blocked the sound of the video and closed my eyes. I let go of a shuddering breath and let the tears roll down my cheeks. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and jump on the bed, but the only thing I could do was thank God and inwardly celebrate. So was this really over? “Hey. Are you okay?” I felt Piper rubbing my arm, comforting me. “Yeah.” I nodded and smiled. “Though my tummy hurts. How big is the wound?”

Justin snatched the phone, startling Kelvin, and started pressing away aggressively on it. Jessica and Kelvin exchanged worried glances as they wondered what exactly he was doing. "Justin, we need to know who did this to you," Jessica probed again after she was snubbed the first time. Unfortunately, she got the same answer. Silence! Jessica was utterly confused. What is the matter with him? Why is he behaving so strangely? Could this be related to his brain injury? She wondered. It was medically possible for Justin's irrational behavior to be caused by his traumatic brain injury, and Jessica suspected that might be the case until Justin, who had dialed a number, pressed his phone closely to

He's fairly damn good at his job and never disappoints me. I drained my glass in one go in anger. That bastard has to pay for hurting her. For ever having the guts to lay his filthy hands on her. "You are drinking too much, and it's so damn early for that." Liam commented, looking at me with curious eyes. I glared at him. "Fuck you." "Wow. You are grumpy all of a sudden. What's wrong?" I glanced at Liam and heaved a breath. "Jasmin is being abused by someone who is somewhat obsessed with her. This morning she had bruises on her face. A slap mark actually. The fucker tried to rape her."

I had not cried when I was beaten and cursed after I returned to the past, but the kindness of a stranger broke me. There were people in this world who cared about me. I needed to be brave enough to move on. I finished the apple slowly, leaned back against the pillow, and unlocked my phone. The top trending story was about a top student brutally abused by her family. The video showed me covered in blood while Jane stood beside me in a spotless white dress. It was a sharp contrast. The reporters always admired talent. They attacked my so-called resurrected parents and described them as villains who sided with their adopted daughter to abuse their own child and steal her achievements.

She opened I*******m, hands shaking, and clicked on Jayden’s profile. He’d turned off comments too but not fast enough. Thousands of hateful words filled the posts from hours ago. > “So you hit her? Disgusting.” “Jayden Beanet woman abuser confirmed.” “STD and violence? Y’all are rotten.” Jayden’s latest photo him at a private event, smiling had become a digital battlefield. People were tagging advocacy groups, journalists, and sponsors. His image, once spotless, was unraveling in real time. Elena switched to her own page.

How could someone who laughed like that have once tried to die? "Please... don't keep me in the dark anymore," I begged. My voice trembled despite my effort to keep it steady. My throat felt painfully tight. "It's killing me. Everything is making me feel like I wasn't worth anything. First Dad, then the divorce, and now... this information—" "Justin was assaulted by his father's mistresses when he was thirteen." She looked directly into my eyes as she said it. Her voice was flat, too flat. Like a blade sliding across glass.