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"!*


17. Samira Baskov

Taylor's P.O.V. 

My father's been texting me non-stop. It really bothers me because it reminded me of who I really am, and I just feel horrible. 
Like, here's a text example:

When do you plan on telling him? He'll find out sooner or later...

And he's right, these past few months, I really got into my character. 
Now, they're after me. You must wonder who?


My father's associate. 
Now, you want an explanation...

My name is Samira Baskov, not Taylor Hampton. 
I'm from Russia, and I was trained as a formal/professional agent, I'm 20 years old. My mission was to get Justin... 
Now you're probably wondering, why did I tell you all this, why didn't I mention before. It's because nobody knew, only the russian squat team. 
And now you're like, you've been playing Justin? 
The answer to that is no. I fell in love with the target. 

I know, I wasn't supposed to, it was supposed to be I find him, I kill him. 

But I fell in love, and I envy myself for it. 
But since I didn't do my job, Gerasimov is after me. My father betrayed me, going to his side. He goes by the name Rodriguez, but he's a Baskov, like me. 

It's a lot to let sink in, I kind of get that. 
So now, you can call me Sam.

My father never died, and he surely never went to war. 
But I made myself believe it was true, to see how I would react to it all. 
It's pretty depressing.

So here I am, sitting on Justin's couch, silently freaking out. 
I left my phone on the kitchen table, not able to see it anymore. 

"What's this?" I heard him say angrily. 
"It's something I like to call a phone." I sigh. 
"You haven't told me he's been texting you, and I don't understand what he's trying to say." He said confused. 
"Justin, he didn't come back for you, he came back... for me." I told him seriously. 

He looked at me, confused and surprised. 
"And he's here to kill me, because I betrayed him." I said quietly. 
"How did you betray him?" He asked.
"I fell in love with you." I muttered. 
"So?" He trailed. 
"Do you really want to know?" I asked. 

He nodded quickly, sitting down next to me. 
I took my I.D. card from my pocket, reading all my information. 
Damn, I never thought I would be in this position. 

"Let me finish, before running away." I told him. 
He looked at me, nodding slowly. 
"My name's Samira Baskov, I'm 20 years old. I was trained as a professional/formal agent and I was sent here from Russia. I was sent to...." I couldn't finish. 
He looked at me, dumfounded. 
His look urged me to continue. 
"I was sent here to kill you. And I didn't, because I fell in love with you. And now, Gerasimov is after me.... with my father on his side." I told him quietly. 

"You lied to me?" He asked, quietly and angrily. 
I nodded, ashamed. 
"When did you plan on telling me? Right after I was fucking killed?" He shouted. 
"Justin..." I said shakily. 
"Don't talk to me, and get out of my house. Take your stuff with you, I don't want to see you again." He cried. 
"I love you." I whispered, and did as told. 

So now that I'm single, and that my father will mostly kill me for good, I guess my life is over. 

I never really lived anyway. All my father ever wanted for me, was to kill. Take away innocent people's lives, while they actually had something to live for. 

This is the end for me. 
I'll let them kill me, I don't care. 

I don't care anymore, I could get hit by a bus.
I could be murdered, which will mostly happen. 

It's funny how my life revolved around one person, that wasn't even me.
And I lied, I didn't even use my real identity. 

I messed everything up. 

I don't care, I'm not worth living anymore. 

I never thought that, at some point, I would think so little about myself. That all self esteem I ever owned would have disappeared. 
I was strong for too long, and I can't put up that image anymore. 

I'm just another broken girl. 
But, again, I don't care anymore.

I lost him. I lost my self-esteem. I lost my life.


Didn't expect it? Hehe. 
I won't be updating until monday, sorry, I'm going to New York for the weekend :D I'm so excited :D


-Audrey :]

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