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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26. Chapter 23

*2 Months Later*

 

"Eew," Peyton said as she started to spit out the beer she'd just drank. "You're right, it tastes horrible upside-down." 

All five of them--Ryan, Chaz, Peyton, Justin, and Christian--were sitting upside-down on the couch drinking beer. Apparently they had done it before they went back to Canada to find Peyton, and since she was back, they thought it would be more fun to do it with her. But the beer still tasted bad. 

"See?" Justin said as they all started to sit up. "I told you." 

"And I should've listened. I'll never get this taste out of my mouth." Peyton stuck her tongue out. 

"I could help you with that..." Justin said and started to lean closer to her. She smacked him on the arm and he leaned back with a laugh. 

"Don't be such a boy." Peyton said as she got up off the couch. She stretched and checked the time. It was pretty late, so she excused herself from the group and went upstairs to go to bed. Justin followed her, of course. 

"It's not even that late, are you sure you want to go to bed?" Justin asked as Peyton dug through his clothes, trying to find her favorite shirt of his. Once she found it, she shrugged it on and lied down on the bed, her back to Justin. 

"Yes, I'm tired. Now come cuddle with me so I'll fall asleep faster." 

Justin shrugged and crawled into bed next to her. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, causing her to groan. 

"Hey, you wanted to cuddle." He said. Peyton sighed, knowing he was right. She closed her eyes but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fall asleep. Even if she was tired. After another moment of trying, she carefully moved Justin's arm and got out of bed. Peyton smiled at the sight of him sleeping. He was the one who wanted to stay awake even though he claimed he wasn't tired--and here he was, the first one asleep. 

She glanced at him one more time and grabbed a sweatshirt from the closet before quietly making her way out of the room. When she made her way downstairs again, she wasn't surprised to find that Ryan and Chaz were still awake. Ryan looked over at her and she knew that he was aware of why she was downstairs. 

"Can't sleep again?" He asked. Peyton nodded as she sat down next to him. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and she leaned up against him. 

"Where's Justin?" Chaz said from the other side of Ryan. Peyton looked over at him. 

"He's sleeping." 

Chaz raised an eyebrow. "Damn, he fell asleep fast." 

Peyton shrugged. "He was tired, and I don't blame him for falling asleep. He needs it. I mean, so do I, but the problem is I can never fall asleep anymore." 

"Maybe you're just not used to getting a break." Ryan suggested. Peyton sighed. "Or maybe you aren't used to living in Christian's house with Justin here. The last time we were here, he was 'dead.'" 

"I don't even know anymore." She felt like crying, though she knew it wouldn't do her any good. So she just closed her eyes again and tried to fall asleep on the couch. Of course, her phone had to ring right when she felt sleep coming to her. 

With a theatrical groan she moved away from Ryan so she could pick up her phone from the coffee table.  

"Who are you and why are you bothering me at one in the morning?" 

"Peyton Barillas--or should I say Bieber?" The voice on the other line definitely sounded like a younger girl, probably no older than twenty-one. 

"Yes, that's me. Now what do you want?" 

"I'm calling from California. I need to speak to your boyfriend." 

"He isn't available right now." Peyton said with an irritated tone. "Please don't ever call me back." 

"Ms. Barillas, I need to speak to him. Please put him on the phone." 

"No." 

"Please." 

"What if you're just some random chick who wants to take him away? I can't let you talk to him." 

"You've come close. I'm not 'some random chick', though, I do need to bring your boyfriend back to California with me. I need to discuss that with him, please put him on the phone, Peyton." 

"Yeah cause that makes me feel so much better." Peyton said. Ryan was leaning over the back of the couch staring at her, and she waved him away with her hand. 

"If you don't put him on the phone within the next five minutes, I will send somebody out to Georgia to come and take him against his own will." 

Peyton's breathing hitched in her throat. Was this a real threat? She thought as she bounded up the stairs to her and Justin's bedroom. When she opened the door, she was more than surprised to find him sitting up on the bed without a shirt on. 

He yawned. "I heard you get up and then you were talking really loud on the phone. What's wrong?" 

Peyton swallowed before handing him the phone. "Someone wants to talk to you." 

"Who is it?" 

"I have no idea." 

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