My Best Nightmare

I thought he was this great amazing guy, at first. He was supposed to be this sweet, loving and caring guy, but he was far from that. I thought he loved me. Then "He" came into my life. He made things better. I was happier.

Who's love story is this anyway? Who will Julie end up with? Will she go back to Justin or stay with her new "Love"?


8. O2L???

*Julie’s POV* 

“Hey, Mark called.” I heard Trevor say to Jc, while I was ‘asleep’.

“What?” Jc said groggily. He had his arms wrapped around me.  

“Mark called, we gotta go at 7 tonight.”

“Aight. What are we doing?” Jc said yawning.

“That American gang, from Detroit, keeps coming up here on our territory. Mark saw them a few nights ago, and they keep coming back.”

“Damn. Whose gonna stay with Julie?”

“Uh. I don’t know. We can’t leave her by herself. She’ll try to run off, and Justin will find her, and she’s been through enough.” Aww. And to think, the other day he called me a bitch. Now, he wants to be all sweet, how about being that way when I’m ‘awake’? No. Oh right, they’re ‘Bad Boys’ they don’t need to be nice. I thought to myself.

I yawned, surprising them both.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” I looked at Jc confused. Trevor looked confused too, but his facial expression changed.

“Oh. I see what’s going on here.” Trevor said. I looked even more confused, if that was possible. “You like her. You better not let Justin find out, you two haven’t been getting along lately, we don’t need you killing each other, over her.” 

“Woah,” I spoke up. “I don’t like anyone, for the record. I’m done with ‘liking’ for a long time.” It’s gotten me nothing, but hurt. I tried to get out of Jc’s hold of me. “Can you let me go?” I asked.


“I have to use the bathroom. So, it would be nice to go.” I said.

“Yeah.” He said, letting me go.

“Thank you.” I got up and walked past them, while they continued their conversation. My mind started to race with thoughts. So, how am I gonna get out of here? They’re leaving at 7 tonight. Who are they leaving me with? I don’t know where I am, so how am I suppose to plan where to go from here? Ugh! What am I gonna do?

          Everyone gathered for a meeting, surprisingly they wanted me to be here for it.

“Everyone knows Mark called last night, about the gang from Detroit. They keep coming onto our territory. We need to do something about this, quick. Mark said they always show up around seven thirty. So, we need to be there at seven, and make sure they know that this is our grounds and they shouldn’t come back.” Ricky said, starting the meeting.

“What about Justin?” Asked Sam.

“He said we won’t be able leave his house without the cops being suspicious. Also, what are we gonna do about Julie? We can’t take her with us and we can’t leave her here, alone.”

“We’ll have to go without Justin. And I know, we have to vote on it. Whose gonna stay here?” No one volunteered. Did he expect them to raise their hands like little kids?

“Okay, since that went so well. Why don’t we pull straws.” Said Trevor.

“Yeah.” They all said in unison. Ricky went in the kitchen and grabbed six straws and some with scissors. He cut the straws to different lengths. And put them in a cup.

“Okay whoever gets the shortest straw, stays behind.” Ricky held out the cup, covering the top with hand. “On the count of three you look away and pull a straw. 1. 2. 3.” They pulled from the cup and looked at each of their straws, then compared them.

“I got the longest.” Kian called.

“Second longest.” Said Ricky.

“Third.” Said Trevor.

“Fourth.” Connor said. Shit, it’s down to Sam and Jc. Please don’t be-

“Fifth.” Jc said. Yes!  

“Shortest.” Sam said. He sounded so sad. Damn, am I that bad?

*Jc’s POV*

        The day went by so slow. I’m ready to kick these dudes asses, now. They should have never came onto our territory. They’ll learn today why they should go back to Detroit, they messed with the wrong group.

*Hours Later*

        Finally, time for action. We all gathered up in our cars and headed out towards Mark’s house. Everyone packed a gun, I got two hand guns in my back pockets, just in case they don’t ‘understand’. We got to Mark’s house, to go over the full plan, on how things are gonna go down when we get there.

“Ok, so were not gonna pull any weapons on them, unless we need to, got it?” Mark said.

“Yeah.” We all said together.

“We tell them ‘this is our territory, they need to leave, and would be in their ‘interest’ to never come back. We’re not trying to start anything.’

The last thing we need is a ‘battle’ right now. No one has time for that. We’re gonna meet them down near the abandoned park, and talk to them there, we’ll just talk so it won’t look suspicious. Again, no pulling out any weapons, unless they try pull out on us.” With that we left from his house to the spot we planned.

           We waited near the big oak tree for them to show up. There was about five of them. They got there around seven, as expected.

“Hey.” Said Ricky. They turned to look at us.

“What?” One of them spat.

“What are you doing here? And why do you keep coming back here every night?” Ricky said sternly.

“We’re just looking around. Is that alright with you and your gang?”

“No. No, it’s not. This is our territory, and you keep coming back. Are you looking for something?”

“No. We’re looking for someone. Jack. He came up here a few days ago and never came back. You seen him?”

“You tried the hospital?” I blurted out.

“No, why would he be there?” One of them asked.

“That’s where he was sent, after I kicked his ass.” I stood with my hands deep in my pockets.

“Why the fuck would you do that?” He spat.

“I was minding my own business, and the dick decided to come up to me and talking shit, so I put him in his place.” The guy got my face.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Jc.” He said.

“How the fuck do you know my name?” I asked pissed.

“We know all your names. You left Sam at home with the little princess?”

“Stay away from Julie!” I spat him.

“So, that’s her name. I thought Julie was Justin’s girl, but I see you want her too. How would Justin feel if he found out about this?”

“It’s none of his business what I do.”

“So, you do like her?”

“Shut your damn mouth, before I shut it for you. Stay off our territory.” Said Kian.

“Oh we’ll leave, but it won’t be the last time you’ll see us.”

“Who are you?” Connor  asked.

“You never heard of us? We’re the Hard Hitters.” We started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” One said.

“That’s the lamest name, I’ve ever heard in my life.” Said Connor still laughing. 

“What do you call yourselves?”

“We don’t need a name, but we’re O2L.” Kian said.

“What the fuck does that stand for?” He asked.

“It stands for, Our Second Life, because the group is our second life. And we go by our actual names.”

“Well, isn’t that touching?”

“We’re not heartless. Reckless. Ruthless, but not heartless. We weren’t raised by wolves. Now, get out of here, we didn’t come here to have a ‘heartfelt’ moment. You know where your friend is, go get him and go back to Detroit.”

“So you have heard of us? We’ll be back.”

“And we’ll be here prepared to kick your asses when you do.” With that they finally left. We went back to the house.

“Sam?” I yelled.

“Yeah?” He yelled back. He was sitting on the couch, so I sat next to him.

“Where’s Julie?” I asked.

“Upstairs. Justin would kill you if he found out you like her you know that, right?” Is it that obvious? 

“What makes you think I like her?”

“The first thing you asked was about her. Normally, you talk about how the fight went and stuff. Man, I’ve known you this long, I can tell when you like someone. Just, don’t let Ricky or Justin will find out. Ricky’s Justin’s best friend.”

Shit. I didn’t think about that. I don’t normally care what he has to say, but Justin would actually kill me. Not that I can't take him. I can kick his ass.

 “Ricky!” I yelled looking for him.

“Yeah!” He yelled back. I went up to his room to talk to him.

“Hey, Ricky.”

“Sup, Jc?” He asked.

“Nothing. Just, the whole thing about Julie…” I started to trail off.

“You like her.” He kind of finished for me.

“Yeah, I know you’re Justin’s best friend, but please don’t tell him.” I basically begged.

“Are you scared of Justin?” He asked.

“No, I just don’t wanna start nothing, right now.”

“I won’t tell him, but he’ll find out one way or another.”

“Thanks, bro.”


*Justin’s POV*

I heard a hard knocking on the door. Damn, it’s like three A.M. Who the hell is beating on my door like a maniac? I got up and went to the door.

“Who is it?” I yelled through the door, holding my gun behind my back.

“Justin, let me in.” The person said.

“Not till you tell me who you are.”

“It’s me.”

“Tell me your damn name!” I demanded. It’s too damn early for this.

”It’s Sawyer.” He said.

“Sawyer who?”

“How many Sawyers do you know? Sawyer Hartman.” I opened the door, him and his friends came in.

“What are you doing here? I thought you moved to Detroit?” I asked him.

“I did. I came up here, cuz one of my boys came up here, and didn’t come back when he was supposed to.” He said.

“What happened? You know if you ever need my help, I’m here.”

“Turns out, one of your boys got into a fight with him. My boy Jack, came up to Jc, talking bullshit. So, he ‘put him in his place’.” He laughed. “He was cocky, maybe, he knocked some sense in him. Man, but how’s it going? I heard you gotta new girl, that true?”

“Yeah, Julie. How did you know?”

“I heard around town. I heard she went missing. She okay?” How does he know all that? I’ve never completely trusted him, anyways. Probably working with the cops.

“You’ve been in Detroit, how did you hear all that?”

“America is huge on ‘Missing People” I was watching the news one day and saw her, they said she went missing after a party. Then when I came up here a few days ago, I heard you got a new girlfriend and she went missing after your party. I assumed it’s the same person.”

 I don’t believe that shit for a second. He’s working with or for someone. I looked him dead in his eyes.

“Sawyer, I knew it.” He looked confused.

“I’m not fucking stupid. What did you come here for? You didn’t come here to talk about my girlfriend.” Though I’d loosely use the word ‘girlfriend’.

“I’m surprised you’d even call her your ‘girlfriend’. The way you treat her, she’s like your slave, but she hardly listens to you. I bet she’s having a blast without you. Jc’s arms wrapped around her. An-“

“What?” I interrupted him.

“Jc’s arms wrapped around her. She slept in his bed, with him and he had his arms wrapped around her. He says ‘it’s to make sure she didn’t run away.’ But, I have a hard time believing that. She likes being wrapped up in his arms.” I could feel my blood heating. I grabbed Sawyer by his shirt and slammed him against the wall.

“How the hell do you know all that?” He smirked. “Why have you been watching my girl?”

“She’s hot.” He laughed.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now?”

“Because, I got four witnesses.”

“You wouldn’t if I killed you all.”

“You can’t kill four people. If you killed me, they would kill you.” I let him go.

“Get out my house, and stay away from my girl, and since you were stalking her I’m glad Jc was there to protect her, get off and stay off my territory, and if you know what’s best for you, you wouldn’t come back ever. If I had four of my boys, and someone slammed me on the wall like that, my boys would have pulled the trigger in less than a minute. You’ve got a long time, until you are on my level.” With that I shut the door and locked it.

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