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?
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26. Chapter 26


I had a dream. At least...that's what I thought it was.

It was dark. I could feel cold concrete from underneath me. My hands stung--probably from being bound together by a really itchy piece of rope. Something was dripping on my head. The only things that were visible--bunks, a toilet, and bars. 

I was in a jail cell. 

My heart was pounding. I could hear footsteps coming my way. I shifted my way over to the back corner of the room in hopes that I wouldn't be seen by whoever was coming. The footsteps seemed to go on forever--until they stopped. The sound of squeaking bars filled my ears and I came to one conclusion: there was other people locked up in here. 

There was more squeaking bars. Then, whoever had been opening the cell doors, reached me. 

"Come on now. Get up!" I didn't recognize the voice. It belonged to an older man though, that's for sure. And I definitely didn't want to get punished. So I did as I was told. 

The man was short. Shorter than me. He was bald--and he didn't look quite pleased with having to retrieve all of the prisoners. But I was relieved to see who they were.

They were my friends.

Ryan Good.

Ryan Butler.

And Justin. He was unconscious and bleeding from an open wound in his head. Ryan Butler's hands were not bound like the rest of us--but that was only so he could carry Justin. At another moment, I would've laughed at the fact that Ryan was carrying Justin bridal style. But at this moment; I started to cry. 

I glanced over at Ryan Good. My lip started to quiver. "Please tell me this is a dream." I whispered. 

He smiled dryly. "I wish, kid. I wish." 

So it wasn't a dream. I was really being held captive. And Justin looked like he was going to bleed to death. Could my life get any worse at the moment? Justin could die. But I won't let that happen. 

"Hey! Get moving! No talking! Go!" 

I sniffled and reluctantly followed the old short guy. I walked next to Ryan Good. He let my lean my head up against his shoulder for comfort--since I was on the verge of breaking down. It wasn't Justin, but it was all I had until he woke up. The old guy led us into a room. He then grabbed both of the Ryans' arms and shoved them into the room. He locked the door. After he did so, he pushed unconscious Justin and me in front of him. I had to grab Justin to prevent him from falling.

"What's going to happen to them?" I asked. 

"No talking!" The old guy yelled. 

I nodded. I didn't know what was going on--but I didn't like it. I glanced down at Justin and thought of how much I just wanted to cuddle with him and run my fingers through his hair. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to hug him. I just wished that he was rightfully mine; but sadly, when he'd mentioned that before; I declined.

Finally, the chubby guy brought us into a big room. It looked like a living room. There was a couch pushed up against the wall. A bar was at the back of the room in some kind of cave-looking-thing. A giant flat-screen TV was mounted above it. And there were some leather chairs placed up against the other wall. 

Sitting at the bar were two guys that I recognized. 

Colton and Chaz. Of course! Why didn't I suspect them before?

I opened my mouth to say something. Colton beat me to it. 

"No need to say anything, Peyton." He spat. 


"Shut up. We all know you're just going to say something dumb like, 'Of course! Why am I here? Let me and my boyfriend go!'" 

I frowned. He had got the best of me. He knew exactly what I would say. At the same moment that Colton rose from his bar stool--Justin stirred from unconsciousness. 

"Where...What's happening?" He asked, still in a daze. 

I looked from him to Colton, nervously. But Colton spoke for me. Again.

"Hey, Bieber. So nice of you to join us." 

Justin looked around. He wriggled from my grip, glaring at me in the process like I was the guy who killed his mom. His eyes darted around the room, then they fell on Colton. His face turned into a scowl. "My pleasure. Now do I get to kill you now, or?" 

I bit back a smile. Justin was such an ass sometimes. Though, I liked it when he was an ass to Colton and not me.

Colton didn't seem to mind though. He waved a hand dismissively. "Oh I promise. You'll have your chance to try. Just be patient, lover boy."

Justin's eyes turned black. I knew I had lost him. He wouldn't be calm anymore. Colton continued to talk. 

He took slow strides toward the couch, then took a seat on it. Chaz got up finally got up from his bar stool so he could get a good look at me. He smirked. 

"You see, Justin. It's not that complicated. The key to not losing loved ones in this business is not to have any." Colton sneered. 

Justin shook his head. "That's not true. Peyton makes me fight harder. So technically, it's easier for me to kill you." 

I took that as a compliment, though, I wasn't sure what he really meant by it. 

Colton smirked. "Well, girls also have their flaws. I could take her and kill her anytime I want to and you know what you would do? Fall apart."

"Alright. Go ahead. Kill her. Take her. Like I care..." Justin said. 

I looked at him. "I didn't agree to this." 

Justin glanced over at me as if he was saying, just play along. 

Colton raised his brow. "Are you sure, Bieber? You'll crumble--Oh why am I asking? Butch! Bring me the girl." 

Butch--the fat, old guy--grabbed my arms. I winced. I turned to look at Justin, who's eyes had softened. He was looking at me with a painful expression. He mouthed something like, Trust me. I love you.

Boys were so stupid. That's all I could think. Of course he had to say that now. I shook it off though. I was about to die. 

Butch gave me to Colton. 

Colton forced me to sit on his lap. This time, I was the one sending a pain-filled look to Justin. "Ah. This is perfect. Now to take care of you, Bieber. How about I start to kill you now?" 

"Go ahead." Justin said, rather calmly. 

"Butch, Chaz. Go ahead! Kill him, while I steal his girl." 

Butch and Chaz lunged towards Justin--and I watched painfully as Colton dragged me out the door and down the hallway. 

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