Dark Paradise

Audrey has never felt so alone before in her life. Her brothers have abandoned her, her old friends hate her and bully her, and her so-called Aunt abuses her. What could be worse? Oh, yeah. Justin Bieber. He's head of one of the most dangerous gangs in the east side of town, and his life is already at its peak. When they meet, Audrey despises him. But Justin is somewhat fond of the fragile, insecure girl, so he decides to take her under his wing. For the first time in so long, everything seems to be going good for Audrey. But what happens when tensions rise between another local gang, and Audrey is stuck in the middle of it? Will it be a nightmare, or is it just Dark Paradise? © 2013 by beliebervision & SoccerBieber18. All Rights Reserved.

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3. Chapter 2

"So, what do you all want?" Audrey asked the six very intimidating boys sitting in front of her. Justin had propped his feet up on the table not even a moment ago, and was smirking at her like there was no tomorrow. She wanted to throw up. 

One of the guys sitting in the corner spoke up. "I don't think we want anything. Justin will settle for you though, babe." 

Okay now, that, made her want to throw up. She made a face at him, trying to avoid being seen by Marcy when she did so. 

All of the guys chuckled at once, except for Justin, who swung his feet down to the ground and glared at the guy who had just addressed her as 'babe'. He slowly brought his gaze back to Audrey, who swallowed nervously. 

"As much as I hate him, he's not wrong." Justin grinned, showing his alarmingly white teeth. "The food here sucks, just to let you know. And aside from the getup," He gestured to Audrey's outfit. "You're pretty sexy. So, that's why we're here." 

Audrey drummed her pen on her pad of paper and made a face. "Well, if you aren't here for food, I have to go wait some other tables." It wasn't exactly a lie. There were a few people at the other tables, already with food, but it would've been nice of her to check on them, right?

Justin looked around. "I don't see anybody waiting. What's the rush sweetheart?" 

This time, she raised an eyebrow. "Sweetheart?" 

"He says what he wants," Another guy spoke up. This one was wedged in between Justin and the other guy who'd spoken before, and he looked younger than the rest of them. "Don't question it." 

Audrey took a deep breath. "Okay." She said quietly. "I can, uh, hear my boss calling for me. I'd better go. Don't mess up the place." She added. "It's all I have." 

Justin opened his mouth as if he were to say something, but she had already ran off towards the kitchen. Marcy was there, talking to another waiter who had never even looked at Audrey until now. She assumed it was the fact that she was acting like she'd seen a ghost. 

"What's wrong, hun?" Marcy said, her gum smacking. 

Audrey put on a fake smile again, hoping she would be convincing. "I was wondering if I could have the rest of the day off? I know I just started and all but, I feel sort of sick..." 

Marcy eyed her for a moment. "Fine. Just remember that you'll have an extra long shift tomorrow. How about the night shift?" 

She nodded. It didn't matter that she'd just agreed to take the worst shift, because all she wanted was to get out of this stupid restaurant--away from those stupid gang kids. Marcy smacked her gum again before strutting out of the kitchen, leaving Audrey alone to clock out. 

She ripped her dirty white apron off and sprinted through the back door. She had never used that door before, but it was convenient for avoiding Justin and his crew. She made her way around the giant dumpsters, and past the three black cars, before making a break for it down to her car. Thankfully, nobody noticed her--the freaky red-haired girl wearing the weirdest outfit ever. Then again, nobody ever really noticed her in the first place. 

The drive back to her Aunt Sara's house wasn't that long, which she resented. Car rides were always her favorite thing, because it was only her and her radio. Nobody else. 

Now, walking into Aunt Sara's tiny house, it was only her, Sara, and some random guy. 

Yay, she thought. Another one. 

She let the two of them suck face for a moment, before clearing her throat. Aunt Sara looked up with a startled expression that quickly turned to a hateful one. She got up from her spot on the couch and stalked over to Audrey. 

Aunt Sara greeted her with a friendly smack to the cheek. It stung, but she was starting to get used to it. 

"How dare you?!" Sara yelled. "I thought you had fucking work today!" 

"I did, but other things came up." 

"Other things!" Her aunt laughed hysterically. "Don't fuck with me! I know you just wanted to come home and ruin me and George's precious moments together, didn't you, you ungrateful bitch!" 

This time, Audrey received a grueling blow to the stomach, making her double over with pain. Aunt Sara grabbed Audrey by the hair, yanking her head up, and cracking something in her neck as she did so. Sara grabbed her by the cheeks. 

"If you ever interrupt me, ever again, I will punch you and kick you till you loose fucking consciousness! And then, I hope you never wake up! You're a disgrace to this family." 

Sara let go of Audrey's face, shoving her to the ground. She kicked her a few times before calmly making her way back over to 'George', smashing her lips to his. 

Audrey groaned. Just a typical day at home. It wasn't as bad as some other times, but it still hurt. Right now, she couldn't wait for the night shift tomorrow. And for some reason, a tiny piece of her hoped that Justin and his gang would be around, because she wondered if--compared to Aunt Sara--they were really as bad as she thought. 

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