She is anything but outgoing and experienced, he is your usual type of badboy guy. She is no rule breaker, he has broken them all. She believed in fairytale love, he never believed that he could fall in love.
Through Darkness they meet, through Darkness they'll be united.
So; are you ready for the Darkness to take over?


4. On the concrete


Getting dropped off at your house at five o'clock in the morning, doesn't really go well with my mother and her mind. Knowing that I hadn't been home all night, was a total no go. Adding to all that, that the person who dropped me off was a stranger, would literally get me killed by her. 

She was all about, what is best for me and for me not to get hurt - and trust me when I say; that I am more than thankful for that, it shows me that she cares. But my mother had some strickt rules and if I weren't following them exactly, my ass would be very truly sorry.

I almost ran up to our front door, still feeling the strangers - Bieber I think it was - eyes on me. With goosebumps rising on my arms and a weird feeling turning in my gut, I slid in our key and unlocked the door, closing it tight behind me. Standing pressed up against the door, listening for any noises, the sound of a car speeding away, reassured me that he was gone.

Carefully, I made my way towards the stairs, trying desperately to avoid making any noises at all. 

Luck has never been in my favor, but tonight, it felt like God was looking down at me feeling sorry for me and just let me pass through out the last couple of silent hours, without any more drama.

With my heart still pumping in my chest, I closed the door and fell against my bed. 

I kicked off my shoes and climbed under the covers, not even caring to remove any piece of clothing. As I laid there in the dark, reality started to kick in and the adrenaline, I had been running on all night, seem to disappear out in nothing. I was left with the fear, pumping loudly in my veins as I closed my eyes and fought the pictures on my eyelids. With tears running silently down my cheeks, I had no other wish than falling into a deep slumber.


I groaned, pulling myself out of bed and down the staircase. Mornings and I just don't do well together, especially when I have a hard time falling asleep at night. But work is work and it has to be done.

"They're gonna be there at six, so you better hurry up." Nathan startled me, as I was rummaging through our fridge, in a desperate search for food.

"I've got lots of time, don't worry." I shrugged as I pulled out an apple and bit into it. My face scrunched up in a grimace. I really hate fruit and vegetables - basically anything that goes under the term healthy and to be honest I had no idea why we even owned something so vitamine filled.

"You've got half an hour. I wouldn't exactly call that time!" Taking a glance at the clock on the oven, I instantly turned on my feet, heading upstairs to change into something more appropriate. Shit, had I really been sleeping for that long?


It was about half an hour drive to the small diner I had picked out, for the meeting. 

Pushing the door to the deserted diner open, I went through the plan in the back of my mind. Everything was set and ready to go.

A waitress guided me to a small booth in the back of the diner, just like I requested. While tapping my food lightly against the concrete floor, a small bell went off, signaling that someone had entered the diner. A smirk instantly crossed my lips as my eyes turned black, creating the perfect badass image - the one I was oh so feared for.

"I see you made it on time, Bieber." I quickly got on my feet, keeping my cool and calm facade, as I reached my hand for his to shake.

I waited until he had placed himself on the other side of the table and the waitress had taken our orders. "So, do you have it?" I kept my eyes fixed on him, as a smirk similar to mine spread on his lips. 

"What makes you think, that I'll give it to you?" I frowned as his smirk only grew wider. A bell sounded some where in the distant, but I kept my focus locked on him.

"You know what will happen if you don't Logan." Now it was his time to frown and upon seeing that my own smirk spread again.

"Emily?" His voice was a small and tremble whisper, only confirming my expectations; I had found his soft spot.

"Emily." I stated as the waitress placed our food on the table. Everyone has a soft spot. Wether it's family or friends. Though with guys in our business, it's usually a girl. Apparently one girl is able to make the world around you stop along with speeding up your heart beat. I couldn't do anything but laugh at those idiots who felt that way. I had never experienced it and I was sure as hell never going to. Everyone has a weakness. Everyone except; Justin Bieber.

"I don't have it." A low voice spoke and I realized that it was Logan himself. Dropping my fork I leaned forward, trying desperately to captivate his eyes, but he was avoiding my glare - smart boy.

"What the fuck do you mean; you don't have it?" I spat at him, causing him to jump a bit in his seat. Who's the bad guy now, huh?

"I gave it to -""Gave it to who?" I cut him off, not having enough patience to actually let him finish. I was on the edge at this moment.

"I gave it to Drake." Instantly everything froze. Even the blood in my veins turned into ice for a short second, before they started working on over drive.

Instantly my hand fell on the cold metal handle, stuck into the back of my pants. I was on my feet in a matter of seconds, holding gun point at Logan, who was now standing in front of me pointing at me with his own gun.

"Why?" I asked. Me losing my temper is never a pretty sight. "Why the fuck would you give it to him?" I spat, a flash of hatres crossing my dark orbs. 

"You know why Bieber." I was just about to make a quick remark before something caught my attention.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I was able to registrer that someone had stopped - obviously shocked by the scenery. Focussing my attention back on Logan, I tried desperately to forget about the witness - I could deal with them later.. Or at least that's what I thought, until I heard their voice.


"Bieber?" My voice was dripping with a mixture of surprise, shock and panic. Honestly, I thought that last night would've been the last I would ever see to him. Apparently not, 'cause there he was - holding gun point at another guy, in the middle of a deserted diner.

"You. What the fuck are you doing here?" He spat at me as his full attention was now fixed on me, and it was clear that I had startled him. Even though his harsh eyes were locked on me, his gun was still perfectly pointed at the other guy, and I didn't doubt for a second that if the guy tried anything he would be able to shoot and hit him, with his eyes still perfectly placed on me.

"I work here, jerk." I didn't even bother to mumble the last part. He deserved to be called more than a jerk, but I was raised with a neat language.

"Shit." He hissed under his breath as he turned his attention back towards the stranger.

"What's wrong Justin? You scared of a little girl?" The stranger let out a bitter laugh as he kept his eyes fixed on Bieber - or should I call him Justin now?

"You just shut the hell up Logan!" In a heartbeat Justin had moved his gun point, from Logan's chest to his leg and before anyone could react, he had pressed the trigger sending Logan to the floor; groaning in pain and a bullet placed in his leg. "We're not done Logan." Justin spat, before he turned on his heels and stormed out the door, before anyone - other than me and Logan - would see him. And with that he left and I saw no other opportunity than to help the poor guy, bleeding away on the concrete floor.


I'm so sorry about this short chapter but hey at least I got it done! 

I've been so busy this weekend, but I promised you a chapter so that's what you got!!



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