The Unexpected Miracle

Justin Bieber, the new kid in school doesn't fit in very well. Every one thinks that he's the little nerd that everyone can just pick on. When one popular girl gets teamed up with him for a school project, will she see his real personnality?
*COMPLETED! Sequel out! It's called: "If You Spread Your Wings"!*

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Samira's P.O.V.

So these past few weeks, I've been in my house, depressing and hating myself. I should have told him when he opened up to me.
Maybe he would've felt better knowing that someone else had problems like his. 

But I didn't. 

And everything took a drastic turn. 
So, of course. I'm blaming myself. 

My father is coming for me, it might be tomorrow like it could be now. 
It depends, but I'm pretty sure he's coming extremely soon. 

I don't care anymore.

All I do nowadays is break down and look at the pictures of Justin through my phone. I eat a tub of ice cream now and then. 

So here I am, sitting on the couch, looking blankly at the wall. It was like a stare down contest that he would always win. 

I didn't have a life anymore, so there's nothing better to do. 
Suddenly, I heard a loud bang.

But I didn't move, I just looked at the front door. 

Gerasimov and my father were there, angry looking. 
But I didn't do anything, I just stared back at the wall. 

They looked taken aback, they probably thought I was going to fight them, but I'm not. They want to kill me, they can. 

The roller coaster ride came to a stop. 

All I felt was hatred, but I didn't have the strength to fight. 
And they took me, but I didn't move by myself one bit. 

That's when black took over my vision, and that my senses were becoming numb.
I was numb actually.
But I still knew what they did. They drugged me. 

But like I said before; I don't care. 

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I woke up slowly, looking at my surroundings. 

It looked familiar, I just needed to think for awhile. 
So, this looked like the buildings we had in... Russia. 

WHAT THE HELL?
I'm in God damn Russia. 

Do you realize? I've been out for a day or two, that's for sure. But seriously, the adrenaline started kicking in. 

But I didn't put it to use, I stayed put, not caring what the consequences were going to be. 
I have no family, no friends... no Justin. 
To me, it's a life ending process.

A couple of minutes later, my father and his bitch of an associate were standing in front of me. Sorry for my language, I was mad. 

"Well, well, well... Look who we have here." Gerasimov smirked.
"You should know since you're the one who brought me here." I chuckled bitterly. 
He slapped me across the face, nothing I wasn't used to. 
"I don't need your smart ass comments." He gritted through his teeth. 
"It's funny because, your the one who forms stupid phrases. I just put some sense into them. Don't come and blame me for your vocabulary problems." I shrugged. 

My father groaned, he took the knife out and slit it through the skin of rib cage. 
It hurts, a lot. 

Tears brimmed my eyes as I realized the situation, and the fact that a blade was transpiercing my skin. 

My own father is going to kill me...

He pulled his gun out, pointing it at my head. 
"I guess this is goodbye." He smirked. 
"You heartless prick." I spat. 

He chuckled and grazed the knife against my rib cage.
"Want another one?" He hissed.
"No thanks, I'm good." I shook my head.
"I don't care about what you want." He laughed loudly.

He was about to cut me, again, but something stopped him. 
Or should I say... someone. 
"Don't. Touch. Her." The familiar voice spat.
"Nice of you to join Bieber." Gerasimov smirked.

In one swift movement, he was dead. 

Goodbye Gerasimov.

My father looked taken aback by his sudden actions, I mean, who wouldn't be?
His eyes met mine, and he looked back at my father quickly. 

"Any last words?" Justin mumbled bitterly. 
"They aren't my last." My father said nervously. 
"Well, good try to convince yourself about staying alive." He shrugged carelessly, and shot him down. 

He untied me, and started walking away. 
So he comes, and saves me, but leaves after? Oh no, that's not how it works.

"What are you doing?" I asked quietly. 
"Going home, I never want to see you again." He grumbled.
"You should have let me get killed then." I shrugged. 
"I wouldn't want to live with that. You should be thankful I saved you." He said bitterly. 
"I could have done it myself." I spat. 
"Seems like it." He smirked. 
"I DIDN'T FUCKING MOVED BECAUSE I WANTED TO GET KILLED! I DIDN'T HAVE A LIFE ANYMORE, YOU NEVER WANTED TO TALK TO ME AGAIN, MY FATHER WAS OUT TO KILL ME, AND I WAS ABOUT TO LET HIM! BUT YOU CAME, AND THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU JUST WANTED TO SAVE ME AND GO! IT MEANS THAT YOU FREAKING LOVE ME!" I boomed loudly. 

He stared at me, disbelief washing over him.
"But you lied, and that's not forgivable." He whispered. 
"Funny thing is, I did forgive you when you lied Justin. I said I had to think, and I came back to you an hour after." I said sighing.
"You were out to kill me." He said angrily, tugging his hair. 
"But did I? No, because I loved you, and I still do." I said brushing past him. 

This is a very weird situation. I know I lied, obviously, but what else would I have done?
Come up to him and say: Hey Justin! I need to kill you, so don't move!

The answer to that is no. 
I explained myself, if he doesn't want anything to do with me, then fine.

I tried. 

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Sorry for the wait, I was in New York! I went to Madame Tussauds and saw Justin's wax figure. It was quite funny because they made him a couple of years ago, and the only thing they did so that he would look like now is spike his hair. 
He was so tiny! 
I was almost his height! Haha :P

So back to reality, thank for being patient!
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-Audrey :]

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