2: Shadows

Peyton is done being depressed. It's been four years since her boyfriend, Justin Bieber, was shot by a guy named Colton--and now, all she wants to see is Colton, dead. Though, the familiar shadows are distracting her, because they all remind her of her boyfriend. What happens when she finds out that she was right, all along? And what happens when more shadows get into the picture? © 2013 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.

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6. Chapter 5

Peyton kept pointing out the window at all of the interesting buildings that she saw. She couldn't help it, though. The wind was blowing at her face, making strands of her dark brown hair come loose from the messy bun on top of her head. It was about seventy degrees outside, so she was dressed in shorts and a tank top, big sun glasses covered her eyes. 

They were in Louisiana today. It wasn't in their original plans, but, Peyton didn't feel like driving through Arkansas, where she'd heard that it was nothing compared to Louisiana. She had no clue, though, she'd never been out of Canada until three years ago. 

When they were all ready to start driving--at five in the morning, if Peyton may add--Ryan had told her that he had to make an important call. But he was really going off into the lobby to talk with someone. She never saw who it was, but she could hear the whole conversation that went on between them. 

"We should be in California within the next two days," Ryan had said. "You're really going to follow us for that long?" 

The other guy sounded like he'd been crying. Though Peyton knew that most boys didn't really cry. If she could see what he looked like, and if she could look at his eyes, then, maybe she'd be able to know the truth. "Yeah, I'm not just going to back out now. Four years, Ryan." 

"I know. We've all had to suffer, okay? Stop trying to make it a point that you're the only one who's suffered." 

"I realize that I'm not the only one who's suffered from all of this. Let's just not argue, I can't deal with that right now. Two days...two more days of waiting." 

That had been the whole conversation. There was nothing else that she'd heard them say--even if they did--because Peyton had been running back to the car, trying to get there before Ryan did, so he didn't notice that she'd ever gotten out of it. 

Now, she was sitting in the car with Ryan--and he was acting perfectly normal. Like nobody was following them. At least, when Peyton had tried to see if anybody was, the cars behind them always turned. So she figured that there was no possible way anybody could've been following them. Plus--it was almost three in the afternoon. Who would want to spend their day following a Black Range rover through Louisiana and half of Texas? 

"You alright?" Ryan looked over at her. Today he had his hair spiked up a little bit, but not as much as Justin would've spiked his hair up. He was wearing simple black shades--just like the shadow-guy had been during that one night at Christian's house. And he was wearing shorts, with a plain white t-shirt. 

Peyton nodded, her gaze still focused on the last of the old buildings that they were passing. Soon enough, they'd be in Texas--and she had no clue what that would be like. "I'm fine. Just...thinking about things." 

He turned his eyes back to the road in front of them. "Things like what?" 

"Complicated things." If only I could explain to you how I've been spying on you, She thought.

"Mmhmm. Complicated things, like what?"

Peyton rolled her eyes. "I should've known you were going to push me about this." 

They both cracked a smile at the same time, but nobody said anything else. It was staring to get dark out and they were both tired as it was, they didn't need to fight about what Peyton was thinking about. 

Sooner than Peyton thought, they had arrived at their motel. Sadly, Ryan wasn't able to find a really nice, cheap hotel like the previous one. So they had to settle on a dingy motel. 

As they were getting out of the car, Peyton said: "It's still a little light out, I'm going to go find some kind of bar." 

Ryan took off his sunglasses and looked around. "I don't see any form of civilization around. And, if I may add, you don't need any alcohol. You seem fine." 

They walked around to the front of the car. "Well...there's just stuff going on inside of my head. I don't know of any other solution for it." She said. 

"Peyton--" 

"I can take the car. I'm capable of driving." Peyton cut him off. "Don't worry about it." 

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "Can I ask how you'd get back here without crashing into something? You can't drive drunk, Peyton. You know that." 

"I'll find someone to bring me back." 

"No, you won't." Ryan started to raise his voice. "You're not leaving." He grabbed her wrist. 

"I can leave if I want to!" She pulled away from his grip. "I'm twenty two years old, I'm not eighteen anymore Ryan!"

"I know you're not eighteen." He took a deep breath. "You're not leaving. I'm responsible for you on this death trip, so it would be bad if something were to happen to you, am I right?" 

Peyton scowled at him. "Responsible for me? I'm responsible for my own freaking self! If you're so worried about me, then why don't you have that guy you've been telling to follow us for the last two days, to follow me around!" 

Ryan went pale. All he did was stare at her, as she slowly realized what she had said. Ryan didn't know that she had heard him--until now. Peyton reached out for his wrist, only to have him shrug away. "Ryan, I--" 

Ryan's glare sent daggers into Peyton's chest. "Don't touch me. I'm done with your insane and twisted lies! Maybe you have gone crazy!" He threw the car keys at her. "Here! Go get drunk. I couldn't even give a shit if you came back alive or not. At least you'd be with Justin." 

Peyton fought the urge to burst into tears. "Ryan--" 

He turned around. "Stop talking to me. Tell me when you aren't a crazy bitch anymore." And then he disappeared into the front office--probably to get a room for himself, and not one for Peyton. Whatever, she thought. I'm going to go do what he suggested. And so be it if I die tonight. At least I'll be with Justin.

 

 

Ryan sat on the bed in his motel room, with his head in his hands. Someone walked in--he knew who it was--but he didn't bother to look up. Tears brimmed his eyes, and his hands were bleeding from where broken glass had cut them. He felt a hand connect with his back--a friendly pat. 

"Four years surely has taken a toll on all of us." 

Ryan shook his head. "I don't know how I stand her anymore." 

He heard a faint laugh, still not looking up, he said: "Now I know why you always said, 'I keep the balance around here'" 

The bed shifted as the other body got up from it. "I guess I'm just always needed around." They chuckled. "Anyways, while you're here, acting all frustrated about her, I'm going to go make sure she doesn't actually kill herself. I'm going to need her to be alive."

Ryan looked up, his gaze rested on the blank wall in front of him. "She won't. I wouldn't go after her, if I were you." 

"Man, I'm not planning on making an entrance until she's drunk." 

Ryan looked over at them, and smiled. "Idiot." 

 

 

Peyton staggered around the floor, trying to get to the front door. She forgot how many drinks she'd had, but it was enough to make her puke on someone's feet before she actually got outside. It was much cooler than she thought--not as warm as it was earlier when her and Ryan were driving. 

Ryan. Ryan means nothing to you, she thought. You obviously mean nothing to him.

She took a sip of the beer she had in her hand. Her feet were starting to move normally, now. Though, it didn't matter, because she had no clue where she was going. Probably not towards the Range Rover. She had forgotten where it was parked. 

She hummed something in the back of her throat as she walked. The wind started to pick up, and she had to throw her beer out so she could wrap her arms around herself. Everything seemed fine--until her knees buckled from underneath her, and she fell to the ground. 

She could hear someone running towards her. Then, strong hands heaving her up. A wave of nausea swept over like a tsunami. She was very aware of the person who was keeping her standing up, so she decided to warn them. 

"I might puke, so..." Too late. She threw up. Though, the person didn't seem to mind. 

"Don't worry about it. Let's get you home, shall we?" They asked. Peyton craned her neck to see who she was talking to. 

And she screamed, ripping herself out of their grasp as she did so. It was the shadow-guy that she had been seeing for days now, following her. "You...I've seen you before. Show your face!" 

They only laughed. "I hate to admit it, but I guess you've seen me before. And no, sorry, I can't show my face. That only ruins the surprise." There was something familiar about their voice, but Peyton couldn't put her finger on it--because she was out cold within the next minute. 

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