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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29. Chapter 29

Peyton 

I didn't want to walk out of the room, trust me. I knew what would happen if I didn't. I might have gotten killed and Justin would have blamed himself for the rest of his life, which I just didn't want to happen. He had literally just forgotten about blaming himself on his mom. How would he go on knowing that I was gone too? 

Then again, if he gets killed now, I'm going to blame myself for walking out. So, either way, we both care. Care enough to plan our punishment to ourselves... But for some odd reason, I knew that he wouldn't die. He couldn't die. I saw him dodge the bullets before. He can do it again. 

I sighed as I slunk down the length of the door. After I had heard the 'click' behind me, I knew it was automatically locked. I had no way back in. I had no way to save Justin if he were to get hurt. 

I placed my head in my hands and started to cry. At this moment, there just seemed like there was nothing else to do other than cry. Except, maybe, listen to the footsteps coming towards me. At first, I thought it might be Butch, then I looked up. 

It was Ryan Good, with Ryan Butler trailing after him. They both noticed me on the floor, red-eyed, crying, and they both asked what was happening and where was Justin and why I was on the floor. I wiped my eyes. Then I stood up, with the help of Ryan Butler's hand, and started telling them what was going on. 

"It's okay. We're here, just start from the beginning." Ryan Good said. I nodded. 

"Okay well, after you guys were thrown into that one room, Justin and I were taken to this really big room with a bar and a TV in it. It also had a leather couch, like the one in Justin's house" I choked backed a sob. "And...and um," 

"Keep going." He urged. 

"Well, we were in that room and, Colton ordered Chaz and Butch to kill Justin. Then, Colton took me to that room." I pointed to the door. "Justin came in shortly after we did. Colton said he wanted to talk with him and...and he took out Justin's gun." 

The Ryans nodded. 

"But he put it away. Then they were talking and I just got up and left...I'm scared. What if he dies? And it's all my fault?" I started to cry again. Ryan Butler rubbed my back. It reminded me of Justin. 

Ryan Good glared at the door. "Is it locked?" 

I nodded. "Do you think you could unlock it?" 

"Yeah, I can unlock it. Well, I can knock it down." He smiled. 

I managed a smile, but it was quickly wiped away because of the big BANG! sound. My mind started racing. My legs felt like jelly and I fell to the floor. Ryan Butler caught me, though. I remember screaming one thing before blacking out: 

"Break down the damn door! My boyfriend is dying... He's dying. I can tell..." 

 

I woke up in the same leather chair that I had been in before, when I was talking to Colton. Colton wasn't anywhere to be seen, though. It was just me, Ryan Good, Ryan Butler, and Justin. 

I don't know if I could count Justin anymore. He was hardly breathing. But he still looked content. There was a smile on his face. It made me smile, despite my weary state. 

I rose from the chair. My eyes stung, but I made an effort to keep them open so I could see Justin. He was propped up against the wall. He wasn't wearing a shirt, his bullet wound was bound with both of the Ryans' t-shirts. So everyone in the room was shirtless. Except for me. 

I gave Justin a smile, which he tried to return when I stroked his cheek with my hand. 

"How are you feeling?" I regretted asking it the moment I did, but I guess Justin didn't mind. He brought his hand up to mine so they were touching. 

"Not my best." He chuckled. "But you're here, so I'm fine." 

I rolled my eyes playfully. "It's not fine." I whispered. "I...I thought you would be fine. But you're dying, so it's not fine." 

"Hey, don't cry." Justin wiped a stray tear from my cheek. "Even if I do die...I don't want you to blame yourself. Please, please don't become me." 

"Justin. It's my fault! I walked out...I thought you'd be able to dodge it." 

"No, Peyton. It was my fault. I wasn't quick enough." 

I frowned and dropped my hand from his face. My gaze swept over the Ryans for a brief moment. Long enough to see their expressions. Ryan Butler was staring at his old friend with tears in his eyes--though I knew he would never cry. Ryan Good was staring at Justin with a blank expression as if he were saying: I will get revenge for you kid.

Justin gasped. My head whirled around at the speed of light to look at him. "Justin, Justin? Are you okay? Don't die...Please..." I cried. He shook his head. 

"You have to understand that there's nothing you can do, Peyton." He croaked. "Before I go-" 

"Don't say that!" I yelled. "You're not leaving!" 

His hand gripped my arm. "I am. Peyton, I am. Can I just tell you one thing?" 

I nodded, reluctantly. 

"I love you." 

"I love you too, Justin." I let another tear slip from my eye as Justin closed his. He muttered 'I love you' one last time. 

Then he took his last breath. 

And suddenly, the painful realization dawned on me. 

Justin Bieber is dead. 

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