3: Stolen

Everything is being stolen. Their friends, their family, and their lives have all been taken away, but who's doing it? At first--it's the Prezlocki brothers. They've taken Peyton and they want Justin to take the money. But when that problem slowly subsides, other ones rise. Where's Ryan? What happened to Chaz? Who the hell is stealing all of Justin's friends, and why does he suddenly find himself going to Peyton for help? There are so many questions, but they wont last long. Soon, they'll figure out the shocking truth about it all. © 2013 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.

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22. Chapter 19

"Where are we going to go?" Ryan asked Justin, who was leaning up against the car, smoking. They had just been released from the hopsital and that was the first thing he wanted to do. Smoke. Peyton thought it was ironic.

"I don't know. My new condo's blown up, along with the rest of our money. So we'll have to fly back to Atlanta to stay with Christian or something."

"Justin, you do realize that since our money is gone, we can't buy plane tickets." Peyton pointed out. She was leaning up against the car next to Justin, his arm around her shoulders. 

"Oh, yeah. I suppose that's a good thing to know." 

Peyton rolled her eyes. "Are you mad at me?" 

"No, of course not." He said, but his behavior said otherwise. She shrugged out of his grasp and walked over to the passenger side of the car, getting in. Ryan followed shortly after her, leaving Justin outside alone. 

"What's wrong?" Ryan asked. "You two seemed fine when I barged in." 

She shrugged. "Justin just doesn't make any sense. One minute, he's telling me he loves me, and the next, he's leaving me like I wanted him to go or something." A single tear fell down Peyton's cheek, and Ryan wiped it away. 

"He doesn't know how to love correctly. His mom left him at such a young age, that she was never there to tell him how to treat a girl. So this is how he does it." 

"There's no correct way to love someone." She said. "Justin's way is just so much different than I imagined it would be." 

"What did he say this time?" 

She glanced at him sideways. "I asked him if he's ever thought about us going further than this point--a future--and he said: 'I'll think about it.'" 

Ryan hid his face in his hands. "Oh dear god." 

"Yeah." Peyton said sadly. "I want to be with him, Ryan. I don't want to separate, but he needs to make up his mind." 

"Yes, he does." 

Peyton was running her hands through her hair when Justin opened her car door. She jumped at the sight of him, and his expression was grim, like he'd heard their whole conversation. Her frightened demeanor quickly vanished when she realized that this was her boyfriend, the guy who didn't want to be with her, but did at the same time. 

"I hope your conversation about me is over," He said, taking a puff of his cigarette. Peyton didn't even cough. She was too focused on Justin. "because we have a little problem." He shoved his cellphone towards Peyton, and she took it. "Someone's on the phone for you." 

Peyton nodded and excused herself from the car. She walked a safe distance away from the car and put the phone to her ear. 

"Hello?" 

"Hi, Peyton." Her whole body tensed up. She immediately thought: Colton. 

"Hi?" 

"No, I'm not Colton, in case you were wondering." the guy on the other line sounded exactly like Colton. But she knew he wasn't lying. "It's Adam." 

"What do you want?" 

"I want you to walk over to the white Range Rover, and I want you to get in. No further questions, and if you disobey, there will be consequences. And trust me, I don't want to punish you." 

Peyton swallowed. She looked back to Justin's car. He was sitting in the passenger seat with the door opened, and he was staring at her. 

"Okay," She said into the phone. "I'll do it." 

She ran back to Justin's Range Rover and handed him the phone. Without thinking, she pressed her lips to his very quickly. As she pulled away, Justin was staring at her with an uninterested expression. 

"I have to go." She said to him. That made his whole body tense up. 

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He spat, causing Peyton to flinch. She pulled away from him, not even realizing that their hands had been intertwined together. 

"I just have to go. If I don't, there's a punishment. I can't help but think that you'll be hurt if-" 

Justin caught her wrist and pulled her into his arms. Peyton was stunned at first, but she let Justin's arms wrap around her and pull her closer. He took a deep breath, as if he were trying not to explode. 

"I'm not going to be hurt," he said. "But if you leave, I want you to know that I love you and I want you to be careful around those guys. They're up to something." 

Peyton pulled away slightly so she could look at him. "You're so confusing." 

"I know," Justin said, handing her his phone. She grabbed it from him and stuck it in her pocket. "Just, be careful. If they do anything to you, call me and scream. I'll come chop their heads off." 

Peyton laughed. "Okay." Justin let go of her and smiled faintly before telling her to go. She nodded, and ran off towards the white Range Rover that was waiting to take her away. 

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