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.


23. Chapter 23


I woke up to an empty bed. My breathing was heavy and forced. I didn’t know where Peyton had gone, so that was probably why I also felt sweaty.

I tossed the blankets off of me and got out of bed. Since it felt unusually cold, I looked around for a pullover sweatshirt before I walked out into the living room. I smelled bacon but there was nobody in the kitchen and no bacon to be seen.

In the living room, pillows were on the floor and there was one blanket that was ripped apart. I also noticed some empty cans and bottles of beer spread across the room.

“What the hell…” I muttered under my breath and ran my fingers through my hair.

I stuck my hands into the pocket of my sweatshirt and decided to check Ryan’s room to see if he was there. When I reached his room, which was just across the hall from mine, the door was closed so I knocked on the door.

“Ryan!” I yelled. “Are you in there?”

After a while, I didn’t get an answer, so I decided to break in. Well not break in, but I opened the door which didn’t have a lock on it.

When I entered his room, the smell that hit my senses made me want to pass out. It smelled like a dead cat that had smoked five hundred cigarettes and then left them all burning. It also smelled like alcohol, probably since there were empty bottles in here too. Nothing seemed out of order except for the smell…

And that Peyton was in here, on Ryan’s bed. She was bleeding from the back of her head and her arm looked like someone had twisted it around so it wasn’t in the right place.

I didn’t know what to do. I had to believe that Ryan didn’t do this because he wasn’t here. But what had happened? Everyone was sleeping. I was sleeping! I didn’t hear anything or anyone break in or anything, so what was going on?

I licked my lips and slowly maneuvered my way over to Peyton, trying not to get too angry with the situation.

I shook her shoulder gently, trying not to break her arm more than it already was. “Peyton.” I whispered, scared.

She didn’t wake up.

“Peyton, wake up.” I tried again.

She still lied there motionless as I continued to shake her, trying not to break down completely.

“Please wake up.” I said with a shaky voice. “This can’t happen to me again.”

After a few more tries, she finally woke up. She flipped herself over so she was looking up at me.

Her eyes grew wide for a moment, then she shut them and muttered a few, odd things…

“Colton save me!” she yelled. “No, no, no.”

I raised an eyebrow as she continued to mumble.

“No, don’t do that.” she giggled. “I want you to save me! There’s a scary guy and he broke my arm baby.”

I frowned.

“My head is bleeding, Colton, I’m dying…”

I was becoming worried again so I shook her shoulder. Her eyes opened wide again and she looked terrified for a moment, then she relaxed and seemed to realize that it was just me.

“Justin.” she whispered before looking down at her arm and at the pillow under her head. “What happened? Did you do this to me?”

I shook my head. “Of course not, why would you think that?”

“I,” she looked around the room. “Because you did do this to me, remember last night at the bar?”

“What are you talking about, Peyton?” I spat. “Why do you think I did this to you?”

“You mean you don’t know how this happened?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No I don’t.”

“But, you were there! You said that you were going to take me out somewhere and then,”

“Wait.” I cut her off. “Before you tell me everything that happened, let me get you cleaned up.” I reached for her but she only tried to back away.

“Don’t kill me.” she cried.

I rolled my eyes. “What makes you think that I’m going to kill you?”

“Because you told me you were going to.” she squeaked.

I internally groaned, knowing who had done this to her and I had a pretty good idea of how it happened.

“You know what? Just stay here.” I said before running out of the room to grab a few things. I grabbed my phone from my room and took a brief look at it.

‘4 New Messages’ was shown on the lock screen. I decided to ignore it for the moment though, while I grabbed an arm sling from the bathroom cabinet, a wet cloth, and bandages.

When I returned to Ryan’s bedroom I saw that Peyton was sleeping again. I remembered from earlier she smelled like alcohol, so she probably was going through her hangover. Thankfully she hadn’t thrown up yet because that means I would have to clean it up. And I wasn’t really fond of that.

I spent several hours trying to put her arm back into place after I had figured out that it wasn’t broken and I had just gotten it a few minutes ago, now her arm was in the sling. She was still asleep but every time I had touched her she whimpered in her sleep. Which made me more than mad or uncomfortable.

I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before I decided to check my phone.

I unlocked it and looked at the first unread message which was from Ryan.



From: Ryan

Hey man, I know you weren’t expecting me to leave or anything but I got this weird text from an Unknown number saying that my mom was in danger or something… I just had to make sure she was ok. So now I’m in Toronto, I’ll be home tomorrow.

I sighed and left his message so I could check the others.

From: Ry Good

Since you ditched the last one, just wanted to remind you that you have gun handling practice today, make sure you have your gun ready

I rolled my eyes and clicked the next message.

From: Blaise

Aye Justin, can’t wait to see you today. Don’t ditch this time, you need the practice. Bring your girl with if you want to ;)

I frowned at this message, but ignored it and moved on to the last and final message.

From: Unknown Number

Hello Justin. I see you’ve started to address the situation.

My eyes grew wide and I stood up suddenly, which made Peyton wake up.

“Justin?” she asked.

I turned around to look at her. “Yeah?”

“Did you fix my arm?”

I nodded.

She raised an eyebrow. “Why would you fix my arm if you broke it?”

I sighed. “Once again, I didn’t break it. It wasn’t even broken.”

“Then why did you hurt it?”

“I didn’t do it!” I yelled which made her wince.

She put her head down on the pillow again and sighed. I rubbed my face vigorously with my hands before looking down at my phone that had just buzzed again.

From: Unknown Number

You fixed the arm. How sweet.

I felt like smashing my phone into a million pieces but I tried to keep calm for Peyton’s sake.

“Justin.” she said from behind me.

“What?” I spat.

“Can you pass me that trashcan?” she asked.

I immediately grabbed the trashcan and gave it to her, knowing what was going to happen and I did not want it all over Ryan’s floor. It would make the room smell even worse.

After she puked, she handed the can back to me which I quickly set down on the floor.

“Thanks.” she whispered.

I nodded bluntly as I sat down at the edge of the bed, not knowing what to say.

“I have a really bad headache.” she grabbed the back of her bandaged head and winced.

“Need painkillers?” I asked and she shook her head.

“No, I think I’m starting to remember everything better now.” she said which caught my attention.

I sat up a little straighter. “Really?”

She sat up too. “Yeah, I remember being taken to a dark alleyway and someone was telling me that we were at a bar and we were going to get drunk.”

I frowned.

“They also said something like, ‘Oh and if anybody asks, this is Justin.’”

‘1 new message’

From: Unknown Number

Ha. Ha. Ha. Now you’ve figured out what happened. Good for you Bieber.

I threw my phone at the wall and ran my fingers through my hair roughly. Peyton scooted over to me and rubbed my back.

“It’s okay Justin.” she said. “I know it was Colton now, I’m sorry for blaming you.”

I shook my head. “It’s not that.” I looked over at her and noticed tears streaming down her cheeks “It’s that.”

“I’m scared Justin.” she admitted. “He might kill me or even worse, he might kill you.”

I grabbed her and wrapped my arms around her. “Shh. Stop that.”


“Don’t talk. Just let me hold you.” I said. 

And she did.

But I was still getting texts, so I shut off my phone, and fell asleep with Peyton in my arms. 

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