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.


10. Part Two

Sleeping was hard. Justin’s couch wasn’t that comfortable and it wasn’t the same as being home. There were multiple times where I was just about to drift into a deep sleep when the sound of bottles knocking together came from the kitchen. My instinct told me that it was nothing to worry about, just Justin grabbing beer, but as time went on the clatter became louder and it became harder and harder for me to fall asleep.

There were sweet moments where I had managed to get some shuteye but those moments didn’t come very often. Loud voices could be heard from beneath me and the sound of bottles smashing to the floor came quite often as well. I tried different methods to block out the sounds. Such as suffocating my ears with pillows or rolling into a ball. Those didn’t turn out to be that effective though.

It’s not that I was tired. My mind just kept thinking back to what Justin had said. It was only about an hour ago, so it was still a fresh memory.

Suddenly his hands were holding my face “Because I’m starting to like you, okay?” He barked “Is that what you wanted?”

And he kissed me.

And I kissed back.

And then he let go, much to my dismay. He turned around to look at me one last time before slamming the door.

I stood there for a moment, still surprised.

Then I, too, reluctantly went inside.

He was just so mysterious that it made me angry. Does he just tell every girl that he likes them and leaves?

Anyways, I gave up trying to sleep because the noise was just too unbearable. I sat up on the couch and looked around. There was no one to be seen, and it was awfully quiet now.

Oh so now the noise dies down.

I contemplated about if I should get up and look around, or try to sleep again. I was fully aware that I had school tomorrow but I figured Justin was going to make me stay even though I wanted to leave more than ever now.

I let out a big sigh and hoisted myself off of the couch. As I stretched my muscles I looked around again. To my surprise, there were some unusual things placed on the kitchen counter. I tiptoed over to the kitchen to examine whatever was over there.

My eyes grew wide as my gaze fell over the items.


And Knives.

I quickly retreated from the kitchen, wanting nothing to do with the weapons. My wandering eye drifted to the stairs that led down to the basement where all of the noise was coming from. I wanted to go down there really badly but something told me that I shouldn’t. Then again, I am a rule breaker… So I decided to just go for it because I have nothing better to do.

The first thing I saw when I reached the stairs was beer bottles, and lots of them. The amount of bottles grew with every step I took. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could hardly see the floor because of all the cans and bottles.

But I did notice one other thing on the floor and as I grew closer I realized what it was.

It was Justin, out cold, and covered with blood. 


Peyton sat up abruptly in her bed at Braden's apartment. Her forehead was sweaty and she was breathing heavily. She turned her head to check the clock. 4:15 am, it said. That meant that Braden had to get up in an hour for work. 

She sighed and lied her head on her pillow again. That was the first time she'd dreamed of Justin--more or less, thought about him--since the last time she'd seen him. 

Suddenly she wondered if that meant something. Was something bad happening to Justin? And if so, did she actually care? Why did she dream about the first time that he was hurt in front of her, and the first time they kissed?

With the shake of her head she told herself that it wasn't possible, and fell asleep again. 

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