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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3. Chapter 3

I tried to keep my breathing low as I slowly and carefully shut the door behind me. How I had managed to find my way home in the dark had baffled me but that’s the least of my problems right now. As I quietly took off my jacket and shoes I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

I was busted.

Clenching my wrists to my sides and freezing in my spot, I hoped that whoever it was wouldn’t notice that I was home so late.

“I'M SORRY!” I shouted. “I’m sorry that I’m home so late, I promise it won’t happen again, please don’t ground me.”

“Dude, calm your tits.” I heard my older brother’s voice. Thank the lord.

“Braden, where’s mom and dad?!” I was both relieved and worried at the same time.

“They’re on their 2 week business trip… how did you forget about that?” he asked.

It had completely slipped my mind that my parents were going to be gone for two whole weeks and Braden was watching me.

“Oh yeah!” I said “Well anyways, sorry for being home late, I’m going to go to bed now…” as I grabbed my backpack and ran up to my room. After shutting the door, I swung my bag onto my bed and then I flung myself onto the bed as well.

In one swift movement I reached into my backpack and pulled out the gun that I had found earlier in the forest. I carefully caressed it in my hands, rubbing the indents of the letters that spelled Bieber…

Everything about this whole situation was so mysterious and it both baffled me and annoyed me. I wish that he was just easy to figure out or maybe that I had never even run into him today.

And to make it even better, I had gotten so frustrated just thinking about him that I pulled the trigger and the gun fired a bullet right through my closet door.

“Holy crap!” I screamed not knowing what to do. Then, to add on to my luck, my door burst open and there stood a very mad looking brother of mine.

“What the hell?!” he yelled. “Where in the freaking world did you get that and why did you pull the trigger?”

“I-I mean U-um W-well”

“Spit it out Pey!”

“I found it in the woods and something about it was just weird so I brought it home…” I stood there and closed my eyes. “Please don’t tell mom or dad, I've already done so much shit today and I’m sorry.”

He stood there for a moment contemplating about what to do with me and I quietly waited for his answer.

“Okay, but don’t do anything… weird.” he lifted an eyebrow before spinning on his heels and walking out the door, quietly shutting it behind him.

I let out a giant sigh of relief. This is why I loved and adored my brother sometimes, he never tells mom or dad about the things I accidentally do. And I was truthfully thankful for that quality that he possessed. Suddenly my mind trailed back to the gun that now rested on my floor. I bit my lip as my eyes watched it carefully. What should I do?

“Ugh.” I reluctantly bent down to grab the gun. It was decided that it would be spending a lot of time in my bottom drawer and that I should forget about it, and that Bieber kid.

The next few days were bland and boring. I had completely forgotten about the past events and my time was wasted with my friends and at parties. ‘Cause everybody has to live on edge when their parents are away, right? Well that’s the motto I lived by, my parents were always gone. But sadly today was school… or torture.

My hands flew across the keypad of my phone like lightning as I texted Faith. She had told me the night before that she had a surprise for me and I guess I was feeling giddy about what she might have for me.

Once I had arrived at the school I went straight to my locker to put away my things so I could go find Faith. I hung my backpack up and redid my makeup just to make sure I didn't look like a freak the whole day. And then out of nowhere my locker was slammed shut by the one and only…


“What the hell Max?” my hand made contact with his face. “Why are you here?”

“Jeez Pey, you’re feisty.” he smirked and slipped me a wink.

I scoffed and tried to push past him only to be slammed back into the lockers. Max’s face was uncomfortably close to mine now. I tried to push him off of me but he was way too strong so eventually I gave up.

“You’re so sexy Pey…” he breathed into my face which smelled strongly of alcohol.

“Max, stop.” I pleaded as his lips crashed onto mine. I squealed a lot hoping someone would hear me and make him stop. Sadly nobody did and he kept going.

I stood there motionless as he forcefully kissed me for a little longer until I finally heard someone come up to stop him.

“I’d get off of her if I were you…” I was suddenly frightened as I figured out that this voice didn't belong to Faith like I hoped it would. This voice was fairly deep and raspy. Thankfully Max pulled away to look at the stranger that had confronted us and his eyes grew wide.

My reflexes kicked in and I kicked Max in the balls. As he sprawled out on the floor in pain my eyes searched the area around me for the stranger who helped me. At first, I was disappointed to figure out that the person had left, but then I found a note on one of the lockers.

I set my things on the floor and carefully took the note off of the locker. When I had opened it, a lump formed in my throat.

I’d like my gun back. -Bieber

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