1: Bieber

All I could hear in my head was that one name. It felt like I had been forced to hear it replay in my head for years.
Bieber. Bieber. Bieber.
It never stopped and perhaps it never will...
It always brought trouble, yet it always brought happiness..
Will it ever end?
© 2012 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.


11. Chapter 11


I slammed my keys on the counter and retrieved a beer from the fridge. I heard a ‘Hey’ behind me but didn’t bother to answer, my thoughts were clouded up. Maybe it wasn’t right to leave Peyton on the street, I thought. Maybe it wasn’t right to meet her. Maybe I should just have been killed a long time ago. I slammed my beer so hard on the counter that it shattered. Shattered like my feelings.

I looked down at the glass and my now bleeding hand. I shrugged it off and stepped out of the kitchen to see Ryan Good sitting on one of the leather couches with a disappointed look on his face.

“You’re falling apart because of her Justin.” he stood up and looked me in the eyes.

I took off my jacket and threw it on the other couch, ignoring what he had just said. Then the realization hit me that I had forgotten to retrieve my gun from that other guy because I was too busy getting Peyton out of the building.

“Shit.” I muttered under my breath and grabbed my jacket again. “I, uh...I’ll be right back.” I said to Ryan and bolted for the door. Before I could leave, he stopped me.

“Where are you going?” he asked. “You’re not going to see that girl are you? She’ll just reject you again and again. It’s not good for your mental health.” he blabbered.

I rolled my eyes at him. “No, I’m not going to see her. Thanks for making me feel better about the whole situation.” I said sarcastically. “And I don’t even want to see her.” I added and turned for the door again.

He grabbed my arm and I whipped my head around to look at him. “Then where are you going?”

I jerked my arm out of his grip. “I just forgot something somewhere.” I rushed my words.

He crossed his arms and lifted an eyebrow. “Ryan mentioned to me that you went to go find that girl,” he continued on. “and you brought the gun with you.” His gaze became hard “Did you give up the gun for a stupid girl?!”

I rubbed the back of my neck as my jaw tightened. It felt wrong to hear him refer to Peyton as stupid, when in my eyes, she’s not. “I didn’t choose to give up the gun.” I said.

He sighed. “Then what the fuck happened to it?”

I looked around the room trying to find a distraction but my plan failed. “Well we were tied up in chairs by Chaz and this one other kid,” I started.

Ryan’s face lit up in a weird way. “Chaz?” he asked. “Weird. What did the other kid look like?”

I thought for a moment, trying to remember his features. “Tall, dark brown hair and a scar on his face.” is what I said because that’s really all that I could remember.

He nodded and formed his lips into a thin line. “Might know him, I’ll do research later.” he said

I started to tap my foot impatiently on the floor. “So,” I started. “Can I go now?”

“Oh!” he said. “Yeah, just don’t hurt yourself. We have some stuff to do when you get back, and make sure you actually have the gun this time.”

I laughed and opened the door. “Gotcha.”

I started the car and sped off towards the old medical building that Peyton and I were being held captive at just about an hour ago. I spent several minutes trying to find the back door that we had ran out from before I found it. Unfortunately, it was locked from the outside. After I had stood there trying to kick it open, I gave up and looked around for another door.

Eventually I had found one. It was able to be opened from the outside easily, but when I went to open it, Chaz and the tall kid walked out so I found a hiding spot behind a trash can. Since I couldn’t see them, I listened in on their conversation.

“That was interesting.” it was Chaz who spoke first.

“No, actually, it was great.” that was the other kid.

“How was it great? They both got away.” Chaz spat.

“I don’t care about Bieber getting away, it’s the girl.” He immediately caught my attention when he referred to me, but more when he referred to Peyton. Chaz didn’t say anything in return.

“At least Bieber left this nice gun for us.” the guy continued. I sat up and leaned in a little bit more.

“He actually brought it?” Chaz asked. “What a dumbass.” My jaw tightened and I mentally cursed at my old friend.

“I know right?” the other kid laughed. “I couldn’t pass up the chance when you told me about the girl. If she wasn’t in the picture, I wouldn’t be holding this gun right now!”

“Are you going to leave her in the picture?” Chaz asked and I wondered what the hell that was supposed to mean.

“For now.” he said. “I want to see if something actually happens between them. At least I know that he likes her enough to come save her.” I thought to myself for a moment before I realized that what he was saying is true. But what did they mean about leaving her in the picture?

“And if something does happen between them?” Chaz asked.

“Then I finally have something that will slowly destroy him, before I put him out of his misery.”

My eyes grew wide. I suddenly remembered the big gash in my chest. So it was either him or Chaz that tried to kill me, I thought. I continued to listen to the horrific conversation about their plots to ‘destroy me’.  

“So what are your plans with the gun?” Chaz said.

The tall kid waited a few moments before he actually said something in return “I’m going to save it for when I need it most.” he said.

I laughed because I knew there was no way in hell he was going to keep my gun. But then as they started to wrap up the conversation and head back in the building, I realized that I had no plan or anything. I also remembered that without training from Ryan, I was completely useless in this game.

I sighed and listened in on their last few words.

“You seem to have a really good plan, Cole.” Chaz said and continued on. “I’m glad I found out about you and your business. Its way better than Justin’s, he’s slowly falling apart after what happened with his mom 2 years ago.” My jaw tightened and my eyes watered a little bit at the thought of that.

And I’m glad you found me Chaz. You made a great spy and have brought me some valuable information.” ‘Cole’ said. I mentally punched Chaz for being a traitor to me and Ryan.

They exchanged a few more useless words before returning inside the building. I let out a huge sigh as I stood up and dusted myself off. My mind was racing with all of the stuff they had said.

They wanted me dead. They wanted to see if Peyton and I would get together, so they could ‘take her out of the picture’. They had my gun. Well this is a total mess, I thought. I sighed at the thought of Peyton and the gun as I got into my car and sped away, so I could tell Ryan everything that I heard.

It should be fun telling him that I don’t have the gun because I’m a fucking loser.

Then I thought about the guy whose name was apparently, Cole. I knew I recognized the name from somewhere, but I couldn’t remember where. Ryan said he would do research on him later. So I decided to mention the name to him.

When I returned home for the second time today, I was confronted by both Ryan’s and they were both wondering if I had retrieved the gun. I told them that I didn’t have it and they were all pissed at me. But when I explained to them why I didn’t have it, they became more intent on listening to what I had to say, rather than the problem with the gun.

“They really want you dead?” Ryan Butler asked.

I nodded. “I guess but I don’t know why, I haven’t been doing much damage to anything lately.”

“Why would Chaz want you dead though?” he asked again.

I just shrugged in return.

“What about Peyton?” he continued. “Why would they want anything to do with her? She’s useless.”

I thought for a moment. “She might be useless now.” I said.

“So she’s going to be helpful in the future?” he became confused. “Why?”

I sighed and shrugged again. “I don’t know! They said if something happens between us, then she’ll be useful.”

Ryan Good lifted an eyebrow. “But nothing’s going to happen between you, right?”

I scratched the back of my neck. “I have no idea. I don’t really have a reason to be seeing her anymore.”

“Then good.” he glared at me. “That’s the last thing you need right now.”

I rolled my eyes. “Anyways,” I continued. “The guy that Chaz is working with, his name is Cole I guess. I feel like I know the name from somewhere.”

Ryan Good stood up from his seat on the couch immediately. “Computer?” he asked.

I nodded. “Basement.” and Ryan Butler and I followed him downstairs.

Once he was logged in, he looked up profiles of people in the business on a special website that I didn’t even know about until now. After finding multiple people with the name Colton who weren’t the guy I described, he found him. The picture displayed him perfectly. He had dark brown hair that was spiked up in an odd way, some kind of hazel eyes, and a giant scar running down his cheek. The name under the profile read, Colton Prezlocki.

Then I remembered him.

The name Prezlocki flashed through my mind.

This kid’s father killed my mom.

In return, I killed his father.

And now he wants revenge. 

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