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.

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12. Chapter 12

Peyton

So it’s been a week since the little ‘incident’, and my parents are home now. Some part of me says I should be really happy that they’re finally back because I haven’t seen them. But another part of me is terrified after what had happened. I kept thinking that eventually, my parents would find out about everything. Thankfully that hasn’t happened yet. Sadly, it’s all I can think about.

Every time that I actually came out of my room, I felt like that Colton guy or Chaz would just burst in and take me any moment. I mean sure, I put on a great show of not acting scared when in reality, that was one of the most terrifying moments of my life.

And to tell the truth, I felt immediately relieved when I saw Justin. Even though he was tied up, I knew he would have a plan.

I know it sounds weird, to say that I know what Justin’s next move is and I’ve only really spent two whole days with him. It’s also weird for him to already like me after two days… And is it weird that I might actually like him back? But hate him at the same time?

The interesting part about this will be explaining to everybody why I’ve missed school and why I’ve been coming home so late, and also why I’ve lost my phone. I actually have no idea where Justin put that. I just know he has it.

I closed my magazine and hopped off of my bed as my mom called me down for dinner. I quickly looked into the mirror before I bolted down the stairs to greet her.

“Hey!” I said, partially out of breath as I hugged her. “What’s for dinner?” I eagerly sat down at the table.

She smiled over at me as she stirred whatever she was cooking. “Spaghetti.”

I nodded. “Sweet.”

She stopped stirring. “What? Don’t like spaghetti all of a sudden?” She asked playfully.

“I like it.” I shrugged as she placed the food on the table in front of me.

“Braden, Dad, Dinner!!” She yelled up the stairs where both of the boys were. Braden charged down the stairs while my dad calmly trotted over to the table. He kissed my mom on the cheek and thanked her for making the food.

Braden began stuffing his face and I rolled my eyes. “So,” I started. “How was your day?” and took a bite.

My dad gave a lifeless shrug and my mom just replied with ‘Good’. I sighed and continued to look down at my plate with no interest of eating.

“Peyton I got a call from your school earlier,” My mom said. “Something about missing a day of school while we were away?”

I froze and tried my hardest not to look up. “Um, yeah I guess.” I mumbled and poked at the noodles.

She turned her attention to my brother. “Braden, did Peyton stay home sick or something?”

I looked up at him with hopes that he would defend me, because it was obvious that he knew I never stayed home sick. “Well,” he gulped. “Not exactly.”

My mom glared at me. “So where were you then Peyton?”

“Um, I was just, Uh, a friend wanted to hang out with me.” I sputtered.

She lifted an eyebrow. “What friend? I’m assuming that it was most definitely not Faith, correct?”

I shook my head. “No, not Faith.”

She sighed. “Who was it then?”

I stuffed food in my mouth. “You,” chew. “Don’t,” chew. “Know,” chew. “Him.” I finished chewing and got up from the table. “Thanks for the very nice meal mother, I’ll be headed to my room now.” I rushed and bolted for my room before she could object.

My immediate thought was to go to Faith and tell her everything. Because she’s the only one who would understand, I think. So I opened my window, grabbed a jacket, and hopped out onto a tree branch before carefully sliding down to the ground. I looked back at the house to make sure nobody was watching and when the coast was clear, I ran down the sidewalk.

The air was brisk and a light rain began to fall. I put up my hood so my hair wouldn’t get wet. You know, because I’m a girl.

I laughed to myself as I turned the corner and reached Faith’s house. I slipped my hood off and bounded up the stairs. As I reached for the door bell I heard a click behind me. I whipped my head around and much to my dismay, there stood a familiar face, pointing a gun at me.

I let out a slight gasp and dropped my hand from its awkward position in the air. Colton had a cold expression on his face and his eyes were like black holes, pouring into my soul. 

He smirked. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you…”

I glared at him. “Do what? Hang out with my friend?” I asked.

He rolled his eyes. “No.”

“Then what?” I spat. “Why are you here?”

He brought the gun down to his side. “I meant, if I were you I wouldn’t tell her anything.”

I licked my lips and lifted an eyebrow. “What makes you think that I was going to do that?”

“Because, Peyton, I’ve been watching you closely this past week.” He smiled wickedly.

My eyes grew wide. “You’re insane!” I shrieked. “Get away from me, freak!” I turned around and pounded on Faith’s door furiously as Colton stood calmly behind me, laughing. “Faith let me in! Please open up!”

I heard the click of the gun behind me again and I turned to face Colton with tears in my eyes. “Stop! I have nothing to do with Justin! Just get away from me!” I cried.

“Oh but trust me, I know you’ll become important to each other. I’m just here to help.” he smiled.

I coughed. “Help?!” I screamed. “What the fuck do you think you’re helping?!”

“You should be happy, you inconsiderate bitch.” he snarled and pointed the gun at me again.

My heart started to beat ten times faster than before. “What are you doing?” I asked with confusion. “Stop! Don’t!” 

“Just trust me.” he said before he pulled the trigger.

The bullet went straight into my shoulder, right where he had aimed. I cried out as loud as I could, hoping someone would notice me. Colton, on the other hand, quickly ran off, leaving me all alone on Faith’s doorstep with nobody home and a bullet in my shoulder.

I sobbed uncontrollably as blood started trickling down my arm. Why Colton had shot me, I don’t know. But I did know that there was only one person who could help and that was Justin.

I sniffled, trying to control the tears as I got up. A shot of pain ran through my whole arm which made me wince. The blood now almost covered my whole arm and the sidewalk as I slowly made my way towards Justin’s house. I knew I needed to stop the bleeding as soon as possible. But I’d feel violated if I took off my shirt for every passing car to see.

After about ten minutes of walking I saw his driveway. Half of me beamed up and the other half stayed limp like my arm now was. As I walked up to the front door, I fought the urge to look down at my arm which was dripping blood on the concrete. I let a few more tears fall before I brought my one good arm up to knock on the door.

It only took about ten seconds before it opened and sadly, it was Ryan who answered. I wiped my eyes and gave him a lifeless smile.

Peyton?” he whispered with widening eyes

A couple more tears streamed down my face. “Can I come in?” I asked.

He then noticed my bloody arm. “Yeah, yeah come in.” he pulled me inside before yelling, “Justin!”

I sniffled before turning to look at Ryan. “Sorry if I’m ruining your floor.” I gestured to my arm.

He pulled me in for a hug “No, honestly it’s fine.” I nodded as he pulled away. Then, Justin walked in.

He seemed to notice my arm right away “Holy shit!” he said and ran over to where I was standing by the front door. I started to cry again.

“Please help me guys.” I said to both of the boys. “I feel dizzy and my arm hurts.”

Justin’s face became drained of color “Ryan go find everything we have. She’s losing a lot of blood.” Ryan nodded and ran off to the basement. I then decided to look down at my arm, which was now completely covered with blood. More tears streamed down my cheek.

“Here, let’s go to the bathroom.” he wiped away some of the tears. “Do you mind if I carry you there?”

I shook my head. “Please.”

He nodded in return and picked me up bridal style. He brought me into the bathroom that was in his room and set me on the sink counter. Without warning, he lifted my shirt off, revealing the open wound in my shoulder, and my chest. My immediate reaction was to cover my chest. But Justin told me it’s alright and I listened to him. Ryan burst through the door with a ton of bandages and cloths. I snatched one from him so I could cover my chest while Justin wiped my arm clean of blood.

He looked up at me. “I’m going to have to pull the bullet out now.”

I acted confused. “W-what bullet?”

He rolled his eyes. “It’ll get bad if I don’t take it out.”

I sighed and wiped more tears from my eyes. “Okay.” I replied shakily.

He nodded and grabbed a pair of pliers, or something like that, and quickly ripped the bullet out from my shoulder. I screamed in pain and he grabbed my hand.

“That wasn’t so bad was it?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

My lip quivered a little as I shook my head. “I guess not.”

He smiled and started to wrap a bandage around my wound before giving me painkillers so it wouldn’t hurt as bad. I quickly drained the water he offered and the painkillers. We both kind of just stood or sat there awkwardly before I said something.

“I’m sorry for last time we talked.” I said shyly and hopped down from the counter.

He looked at me with a confused face. “Why are you apologizing? I was the one who made you walk.”

“Well because I always seem to piss you off.”

“You don’t piss me off.” he sighed “It’s just that I’m falling apart. Piece by piece.”

I looked down at the floor and thought for a moment before I looked up at Justin again. “I can help with that.” I said before I slowly brought my lips up to his. The kiss was short but sweet. And I felt sparks running through my whole body as he pulled away.

“I, uh, I, um, what?” he sputtered, lifting an eyebrow

I laughed. “Never mind.” and quickly looked down again.

He lifted my chin up so I was staring up at him. He smiled and carefully molded our lips together for the second time. I brought my hands up to his face as we moved our lips in rhythm. He pulled away and smiled from ear to ear.

“Now what did you say before?” he smirked.

I punched him playfully. “I said, I can help with that.”

“Help with what?” he licked his lips.

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know. I just say stupid things sometimes…” 

He crossed his arms. “Did the Peyton Barillas say that she likes me?” he gasped.

I raised an eyebrow. “How do you know my last name?” I ignored his question.

“Um, how do I not know your last name?” he countered.

I smiled. “Whatever.”

“So,” he smirked. “Back to that earlier question.”

I just shook my head and walked out of the bathroom to his bedroom. My arm suddenly started to sting really bad so I sat down on his bed. He walked out of the bathroom as well and stood in the doorway.

“Do you need anything?” he asked.

I thought for a moment and suddenly remembered that I was shirtless “A shirt would be nice.” I laughed.

His lips formed into a thin line. “Is it alright if you borrow one of mine?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind.”

He moved over to the dresser at the foot of his bed and retrieved a shirt. I gladly caught it as he threw it over to me and I quickly put it on. I lifted up the short sleeve that covered my bandage and suddenly remembered how I ended up like this.

“What’s up?” Justin noticed my discomfort.

I turned my attention towards him. “Just remembering why I’m here.” I replied.

He sat down next to me. “What do ya mean?”

I shrugged. “My mom asked why I had missed school that one day.” I started. “I told her that I was hanging out with you, but I never mentioned your name.”

I noticed a smile starting to form on his lips so I gave him a glare and he stopped. “Your parents are home?” he said hastily.

I nodded. “Yep. And I was starting to feel uncomfortable with all of the questions,” I continued with my story. “So I wanted to go tell everything to Faith instead…” My voice trailed off, hoping he wouldn’t react in the wrong way. He just sighed and scratched the back of his neck.

“You know I’d have to kill you if you did that.” his eyes glinted playfully.

“Whatever.” I laughed. “Anyways, I walked up to her door and then…” I suddenly felt a lump in my throat.

“And then what?” he grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly.

“C-col-ton showed up and he had a gun.” I managed to spit out. “He said he’s been watching me for the past week, that he knew he was helping or something like that.” I rushed in fear that he would show up any minute.

Justin wrapped an arm around me and pulled me a little closer to his body. “You don’t have to say anymore. I know what you’re trying to say.”

I rested my cheek on his shoulder and nodded absentmindedly. “He wants us together.” I said “I hate to admit it but I do like you Justin.”

His muscles tensed up a little as he sighed. “But you’re scared.”

“Well, yeah.” I admitted. “Scared of being rejected by everyone, scared that Colton’s forcing me into this so he can get to you, scared that I’m going to get killed because of him.”

He took his arm and placed it in his lap while my cheek still remained in the same spot “If people reject you that means they don’t really love you…” he trailed off. “Everybody in this business knows what it’s like.” I lifted my head up to look at him as he continued. “And if that son of a bitch tries anything with you ever again, he’s going to be a dead man.”

I smiled. “Maybe you aren’t as bad as everyone says you are.”

“The reputation stays strong.” he laughed. “People are crazy. I’m nothing anymore.”

“Stop that!” I said. “You can be ‘Bieber’ again if you just try and stop letting this big burden stay in your mind.”

Before he could object I interrupted. “And like I said before Justin, I want to help.”

He stared at me. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. Are you crazy?”

I grinned. “Maybe I am, because I’m willing to take the risk Bieber.”

Wait. Did I just say that? 

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