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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9. Chapter 9


Justin’s head lay on my lap as I dabbed a damp cloth on his face, trying to remove the crusted blood. Right after I had found him, unconscious on the floor, I rushed to find Ryan out of instinct. I knew he would know what was going on and he would be able to help. He brought Justin upstairs and told me to find and clean all of the cuts I could. Justin was still passed out but he would occasionally wake up to throw up in the bucket I had gotten for him. After I was done cleaning the cuts on his face, I sat there while running my fingers through his hair and waited for further instructions from Ryan.

He was in the kitchen looking at the guns and knives that I had found on the counter when I told him I was done cleaning off the cuts on Justin’s face. He looked confused and walked over to the couch where I was sitting.

“Those cuts are probably from falling on the bottles.” he said. “A couple of those knives that I found in the basement are bloody.”

I nodded and looked down and Justin’s face. Even though it was all cut up, I have to admit he looked cute. His lips formed into a small frown as I rubbed his cheek.

Ryan lifted an eyebrow. “If you take your hands and eyes off of his face, you’ll see that his shirt is damp with blood.” he motioned towards Justin’s shirt. “You’ll have to take it off and clean his chest wounds too. I have a feeling that they aren’t just from beer bottles.”

Reluctantly, I agreed to do what Ryan said. Taking off Justin’s shirt and looking at his chest would certainly be an interesting task for me. I re-positioned myself so I was sitting cross legged, looking down at Justin’s body. My hands found their way to the edges of his shirt and lifted it up slowly over his head, trying not to drip more blood on his face.

I gasped at the very long and very deep cut that was on his chest. It looked to be about two inches deep and it was almost as long as my arm. Although it wasn’t bleeding at the moment, it seemed like most of the blood had come from this wound. 

I called for Ryan again. In less than a second, he was in the living room squatting beside the couch, looking at the gash in Justin’s chest.

He licked his lips. “Will you go get another cloth?” he asked. “Make sure it’s dampened with warm water.”

I nodded and carefully placed a pillow under Justin’s head to replace my lap. I grabbed a cloth from the closet in the hallway and went to find the bathroom so I could dampen it. I washed all of the blood off of my hands and got the cloth wet. When I returned to the living room Justin was awake and was propped up on a pillow.

“Justin!” I whisper-yelled. “You’re awake.” I smiled.

He turned his head slightly to look at me. “Yeah.” he rasped. “Hung over and bleeding.” he laughed. “But awake.”

I nodded and walked over to him. “I got this for you.” I held up the cloth.  

He smiled. “Thanks.” and he reached for it but I backed away.

“You’re not doing it yourself.” I scolded. “We don’t want you to get in more pain.”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s nothing I haven’t been through before.”

I thought for a moment. “Well still, just let me do it.”

“Okay.” he sighed and patted the small open area by his waist on the couch. “Come here.”

I sat down and draped my legs over his. He sat up so he was more comfortable and smiled at me. I shied away though, not wanting to keep up the staring between us.

Sadly, I had to look at him again. “This might sting a little bit.”

He nodded and licked his lips. “It’s alright, go ahead.”

I slowly brought the cloth down onto his wound. He winced a little bit so I smiled at him and he did the same, assuring me that he was okay. I continued to dab the giant gash until it looked clean enough. I then asked Ryan if there was anything I could use to put on it so Justin wouldn’t get an infection.

“Umm I actually don’t think we have anything for that.” he rubbed the back of his neck. “We’ve never really thought about infection and none of us have ever gotten one.”

I stared at him. “Well that’s great.” My lips formed into a thin line. “Do you think we could go get some from somewhere?”

He sighed. “Yeah I could run and find something.”

I smiled. “Really?”

“Yeah.” he sighed again.

“Yay! Thanks Ryan!” I got up awkwardly from where I was sitting next to Justin and embraced Ryan in a hug.

He hugged back. “No problem, I guess.” he lifted an eyebrow as we pulled away from each other. “I’ll be back soon.”

I nodded as he left. I then returned my attention to Justin, whose arms were crossed and his whole face was a frown.

I laughed. “What?”

“What was that all about?” he asked.

I sighed and rolled my eyes playfully. “I was just happy that the bloodthirsty killers of Stratford have some kind of heart.”

He scoffed. “We’re not bloodthirsty killers.”  

“Well then you’ve built up one hell of a reputation around here.”

“That’s understandable.” he said. “But why’d you hug him?”

I lifted an eyebrow suspiciously. “Because I’m allowed to?” I said. “I’m not yours.”

He looked down and I could sense a pang of sadness run through him. Then he looked back up at me with cold, black eyes.

“But I want you to be mine”

I immediately blushed and looked away. I didn’t want to look at him again in fear that I might actually start to fall for him.

“Come here.” I could hear him say as he got up from the couch.

I didn’t turn around. “Don’t get up, you could hurt yourself even more.”

He grabbed my upper arms and spun me around so I was now facing him. He gently lifted my chin with two fingers so I was staring at his face and not the floor.

“Look, Peyton.” he started. “I’m not trying to pressure you or freak you out or anything like that. I’m just being a boy.”

I smiled. “I know. Boys are annoying.”

A confused look was planted on his face “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” I allowed a laugh to escape my mouth. “Just sit down again.”

He shook his head. “No.”

I lifted an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“Because you’re not the boss of me.” he smirked.

“Okay now you’re acting like a two year old boy.” I crossed my arms.

“Well obviously I’m not.” he gestured to his abs and smirked.

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever makes you happy.

He waved a hand dismissively and sat down on the couch again. It was that moment that Ryan returned from wherever he was at.

“Got the stuff and some more beer.” he said.

I immediately turned around to see that Justin was about to speak. “No more beer for you.”

He closed his mouth and licked his lips. I thanked Ryan for going out to get the disinfectant stuff for Justin’s gash and suggested to Justin that he should go and rest after I put it on. At first it seemed like he was going to reject my suggestion and explain to me how he’s not five years old, but instead he just said a simple ‘okay’.

After I was done putting the disinfectant on, Justin insisted that I come with him to his room. I accepted his suggestion but I told him that I wouldn’t be sleeping in there with him, even if it was three in the morning.

“Hey Peyton,” he said as I was about to leave his room,

“What?” I asked.

“You can leave tomorrow,” he answered. “If you want…”

My whole body lit up. “Really?” I squeaked.

He rubbed his face with his hands. “Yeah, if it means that much to you.”

“Oh my god!” I jumped. “Yes!”

“Plus, I wasn’t planning on keeping you here after this.” he pulled the sheets down so his giant cut was visible.

I nodded. “Thanks.”

He sighed. “Uh, no problem I guess.”

My happiness returned. “Oh my gosh! I get to go home! And see my brother!”

Justin lifted an eyebrow. “Don’t you have parents?” he asked.

“Well, yeah.” I started. “Business trip.”

He nodded. “Oh.”

“Wait.” I said. “I have school in 3 hours… shit.” I rubbed my face.

“Ryan can take you home and then bring you to school if you want.”

I smiled. “That would be awesome.”

“Kay, you should probably get going.” he said.

“Okay.” I smiled. “Thanks again.” and left the room.

I told Ryan what Justin had said. At first he didn’t believe me so he actually went and asked Justin if this was true. When he reassured him that it was all true, Ryan told me he’d be waiting in the Range Rover outside.

When we reached my house I thanked him again. He told me to be ready in about two hours so he could pick me up, which meant no sleep. I showered quickly and retrieved all my things. Thankfully my brother didn’t get me busted for coming home so late again, and I was really thankful for that.

Shortly after my little chat with my brother, Ryan arrived. It took us about five minutes to drive to my school.

“Thanks Ryan.” I waved goodbye to him and he nodded.

“No problem babe.”

I sighed and started walking up the stairs that lead to the doors. I had arrived kind of late so there was nobody else around.

But oddly enough, I heard the sound of a car door slamming and footsteps behind me. Before I could turn around to react, a hand covered my mouth and I heard a voice

Don’t move or make a sound and I won’t kill you.” 

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