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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5. Chapter 5


My head was pounding furiously. My legs felt like jelly and my whole body was shaking as I walked out to the car. Justin, I figured out was his name, had ordered Chaz and Ryan, which were his friends, to take me home and get his gun. Chaz had my hands tied behind my back as we walked and Ryan, who was the bastard that knocked me out twice, walked next to us. We got into the big black car and kept hold of an awkward silence all the way to my house. I didn’t want my brother to suspect anything so I told Chaz and Ryan to wait outside. Luckily, I had a lame excuse for my brother and he let me go back out, and I kept the gun hidden. Chaz and Ryan were right where I left them when I came back out.

I sighed as my body shook again. “Here’s your beloved gun.” I whispered sarcastically and held it out.

Ryan took out his cigarette and smirked as he grabbed it.

As I turned around to return to my house because all I wanted to do was sleep, I felt a strong hand grab my upper arm. I tried to shake it off but couldn't.

I turned around to see Chaz. “What?” I barked. “Don’t I get to leave now?”

Ryan chuckled in the background and stuck his cigarette back in his mouth. Chaz shook his head, chuckling as well. “Nope I’m afraid I can’t let you go.”

My body shook again and a single tear ran down my cheek. “Why not?” I whispered.

Chaz pulled me off of the stairs and turned me so I was facing him. He lifted my chin so I was looking up at him and used a thumb to wipe away the tears that were now silently streaming down my cheek.

“You've seen too much.” He smirked. “Are you scared?”

I shook my head and pushed his hand away.

“Are you, nervous?” he moved closer to me and lifted my chin again.

I shook my head again and pushed his hand away, again.

He moved even closer. “Do you just want to,” he started. “Go home?” and smirked.

This time I couldn't think of what to do and he kept putting his hands on me which was making me nervous and scared and I really just wanted to go home. But I couldn't show that. As he leaned towards me, reflexes kicked in. He groaned with pain and fell to the ground while I stayed in my spot looking from him to Ryan nervously. He got up and balled up his fists. Sooner than I thought, one contacted my face and I shrieked.

Ryan yelled from behind Chaz. “Whoa dude!” he approached him, only to be punched. “Alright you asked for it.” he lunged at Chaz and they ended up on the ground, both punching away at each other. I watched them and cried because my face hurt and I was shaking so bad, I just wanted my parents to be home, or to at least be inside which was only a couple feet away. I held my face and kept quietly sobbing until I heard all of the commotion in the background stop. I didn’t look up because I already noticed the black Supras on the concrete.

“Hey!” I heard him yell. “What the fuck is going on!” he was really mad, I could tell. When nobody answered I looked up. His facial expression went from mad, to extremely mad.

He pointed toward me and faced Chaz and Ryan. “Who punched her?” he was seething and was trying to hold it in.

There was no answer.

WHO PUNCHED HER?!” he yelled and I winced.

Chaz spoke up. “Me but its only becau-” Justin’s fist met his face. “Ouch…”

Justin looked at me and then back at Chaz and whispered. “What the fuck bro? You know the rules about that!”

“Sorry.” he mumbled.

Justin then approached me and I looked down at my feet. He held out his hand and I looked up. He smiled at me reassuringly and I took it. His hand reached out to my face and I tried to pull away.

“Hey, look at me.” he whispered, and I did. “I’m not going to hurt you, just let me see what that fucker did to your face.”

I nodded and let him actually touch my face because for some odd reason, his touch was calming me down. He wiped away my tears and smiled at me again. He then walked away to his car and motioned for all of us to come with.

“Got the gun?” he asked Ryan while pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Ryan nodded and so did Justin.

“Chaz and Ryan, take the Range Rover, you come with me.” he motioned to me.

I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. “I have a name.”

“And that is…?” he lifted an eyebrow.

“Peyton.” I said.

“Oh… nice.” he said and got into the car and I followed him, sadly.

The ride was quiet. Justin’s eyes were mostly fixed on the road but through the corner of my eye I could see him glance over at me occasionally. My mind was jumbled with thoughts. I was frustrated with the fact that he was yelling at me not to talk to him one minute, and the next he’s trying to care about me. Either he’s really bipolar, or there’s something on his mind. I decided to be brave and ask him.

“Hey,” I started.

He looked over for a brief second only to return his eyes to the road. “Not now.” he said.

As much as I wanted to object, I decided it was better to keep it to myself. After a couple more minutes my face started to hurt even more and my head started to pound. Justin sensed my discomfort and reassured me that we’re almost to his place.

When we got there I was amazed. “Whoa this is bigger than I thought.” I shut the car door behind me.

Justin threw his cigarette on the ground and smashed it with his foot. “It’s not that big.” he shrugged. “And you were passed out when Chaz and Ryan first brought you in.”

“True.” I said and walked up to the front door. Justin unlocked it and let me go in first. He told me to wait in his room while he got some ice and waited for Chaz and Ryan to return. I offered to take the couch instead because the thought of waiting in his room just made me feel uncomfortable, but he reminded me yet again that he was the boss and I was to ‘follow his orders’.

When I found his room I was in awe. It was huge. How could he just shrug it off like it was no big deal? I’d kill to live in this house, I thought. Then I realized the irony of what I had just thought. Justin kills and he lives in this house. Maybe I would just save a lot of money and buy a big house…

I was walking around Justin’s bed when my face started to hurt again. I groaned, sat down on the bed, and waited for him. I felt relieved when I heard footsteps but it turned out to be an angry Chaz storming away to his room, not noticing me as he did so.  As time went by my face started to hurt even more and my head was pounding really hard. I started to tear up because it hurt so badly. And that’s when Justin walked in. He had ice and pain reliever in his hands but when he saw me crying again he set them down and bent down in front of me.

I sniffled, feeling embarrassed because I was crying in front of him again.

“Don’t cry.” he pleaded. “Please don’t cry.”

My body started to shake. “I’ll try not to if it makes you happy.”

He rolled his eyes and looked at me again. “I didn't mean it like that.”

I shook again. “Then why should I stop crying? I’m scared and my face hurts.”

“You don’t have to be scared, I’m not going to hurt you.” I looked in his eyes to see pain. I could tell he was remembering something that happened in the past. He rose to his feet and brought the ice and the pain reliever over to me as he took a seat on the bed.

“Thanks.” I whispered.

He nodded. “Chaz is just an asshole.”

I smiled half-heartily. “What about Ryan? He hit me on the head too.” I said as I took the pills and put the cool ice to my bruised face.

Justin thought for a moment. “They’re both assholes then.”

“Hm.” was all I said in return.

He raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing.” I looked at my feet. “I just don’t understand why you’re-“

His gaze started to become hard. “Why I’m what?”

My body shook violently. “Never mind.”

He noticed the shaking and his gaze became soft again. “Why don’t you lie down?” he offered and got up.

I looked up at him and back at the bed. “I’m not really that tired.” I lied.

“You’re shaking, you’re face is turning purple, and you seem tired.” he held out his hand. “I’m not going to hurt you or pull any stunts while you’re sleeping.”

I thought for a moment. “Well, I guess I should.” and rose to my feet, my head pounding harder than ever.

“Would you like to stay in here?” he asked. “We have a guest bed too.”

“As much as I don’t want to stay in here, I don’t think I can walk that far without passing out because of my head.”

He sighed. “So in here?” I nodded and he pulled back the covers. I got in and thanked him. He nodded in return and told me he’d be back in 2 hours.

“Wait.” I held out my hand.


“Where are you going?”

“None of your business, now sleep or whatever.” he walked out and shut the door behind him.

As I lay there, looking at the ceiling, the realization hit me. I’m in Bieber’s bed. I’m in Bieber’s house.

What have I gotten myself into? 

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