Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 18"No, no," I say and take the cup of milk from Bieber.Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 18 by JeticaForever
He groans. "Aw, come on."
"Do you ever learn?" I scold him. He sticks his tongue out at me, and I stick mine out in return.
Though there are plenty of things that are the same, there are also plenty of things that have changed big time in the last few weeks. I've put Bieber on a grueling "road to recovery," but nothing I know he can't handle. I've been on his back about practices, rehearsals, nutrition, protocol, you name it, yet I've been his emotional and mental support every step of the way. The goal has been to strengthen Bieber regarding both his mental and physical health, and it's coming along swimmingly. Sure he has a setback here and there, and it's hard work, but he's doing really well, fantastically even—though the most important thing is that he's committed to helping himself and to keep on improving. The progress he's made is amazing and it's incredible how quickly the transformation has been taking place before m
Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 17I watch Bieber in the recording booth instead of reading my book. It hasn't been long since he reached out and asked me for help but everything about him already seems different. He's calm, he's loose, he's smiling—nothing like the irritable, anxious, always-on-the-verge-of-tears jerk of a kid I saw in the beginning. It's almost like he's back to the Bieber I fell in hate with years ago.Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 17 by JeticaForever
"What are you smiling about?"
I look up to see Scooter. "Nothing."
He sits down next to me on the couch. "He sure has changed, huh?"
Another mind-reader. "Yeah," I admit.
"Almost like a completely different person." We sit there in a comfortable, contemplative silence for a minute, and then Scooter says, "Justin's calling you." I look to the recording booth where Bieber has his headphones around his neck, beckoning me to come. "Not that you could've heard him," Scooter adds, referring to the soundproof quality of the glass room.
"Some things never change," I sigh as I get up. I hear Scooter chuck
Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 16I'm finally starting to not feel like my abdomen got run over by a truck. My stomach's been acting up the past couple days. I don't know what happened. I've tried to be so careful, but I got sick anyway. I don't remember much of yesterday or the day before on account of the medication I've taken, but I must've been really bad because Bieber's been really quiet and nice. He even offered to pack my suitcases for me, like I'm an invalid. I told him no. Today's our last day at his house, so we're getting our stuff together.Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 16 by JeticaForever
I thought Bieber was packing on the other side of the room. He startles me a bit when I realize he's suddenly right next to me. "Do you think maybe we could call a truce?" he asks uncomfortably.
"No," I say flatly. I wonder why the heck he would ask such a silly question. I give him a confused look. "What's up with you?"
"I..." Bieber takes a deep breath and straightens. "I want you to help me."
"Help you?" I raise my eyebrow.
"Yeah," he replies, both hesitant and decid
Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 15(The media is swarming around me yelling and screaming for me to talk about my newest scandal. I back up as if to protect Scooter and Jessica from them. I can't handle this! Why can't they all just go away?! Now they're calling me names and getting even closer.Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 15 by JeticaForever
"Leave me alone!" I shout.
But they won't and they just keep bombarding me with question after question, each one hurting more than the one before. Finally I lose it and start punching them out. I'm on a rampage and I can't stop myself.
So Scooter and Jessica try to stop me. "Bieber, calm down! What are you doing?!"
I throw another punch but I don't realize Jessica had stepped in front of me. She stumbles back and to the ground holding her nose. I can see blood coming through her fingers.
"Jessica!" I yell. Oh my God. "I didn't mean to do that!" I try to get down on the floor with her but now the paparazzi is flashing pictures and I hear them broadcasting how I'd flipped and turned on my mentor. That's not what happened! That's