For You I Would

Alli Thompson is a 18 year old High School student who just started on a new school. She came from New York and has just moved to Los Angeles because of her dad's new job. She quickly becomes great friends with Lea Martinez, and she finds out that not only are Lea interested in her company; so is the popular guy from 12th grade, Justin Bieber. And he'll take her on an adventure full of extreme experiences, intense love and heartbreaking drama.

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24. Part 24

Part 24
After sitting inside the car for what seems like forever, I start to realize he’s not going to come out, and I decide to walk out the car to have a better look at the house.

As I get out, I grab my jacket and take it on. I pull on the cap of the jacket, in case he’ll see me, then he probably won’t recognize me. I slowly and carefully walk towards the house. Here’s all quiet. I look around. There are a damn whole lot of trees. I see something I guess must be a place he uses to chop wood. Does he live alone? He never mentioned that. I frown.
Then, all of a sudden, just as not more then I guess must be 10 feet away from the house, I can suddenly hear a lot of voices talking - male voices. And they’re coming towards me. Fuck.
I feel my heart start beating extremely fast, and I feel like it’s going to pop out my chest.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. What am I gonna do?! I look around, panicking. There’s no fucking where to hide! I find a bush and gets behind it. I should never have done this! For fuck sake Lea!
I try to control my breath and close my eyes for a second. Please don’t find me, please.
Then suddenly their voices gets even more clear and I realize they’re now outside. But then I frown.
None of those voices belongs to Justin. These are voices I’ve never heard before.
“You should’ve seen his face, dude, I swear it was genius” one of the boys suddenly says and they all starts laughing. Then someone else takes over;
“I mean, it’s not like you’re fucking screaming of joy when you get shot, but this dude, he looked like he had seen a fucking ghost!” then they all laugh again. I raise an eyebrow, shot? What?
“Where did you shoot him?” an older voice asks. He sounds like he’s in mid-20’s, maybe 30’s.
“In the chest of course – where else?” the guy answers. Nobody says anything.
“You should’ve shot him in the head – the forehead” a well-known voice then suddenly says.
Justin. What the hell are they talking about? Are they shooting people? No way!
“Come on, Biebs – don’t be such a pussy. That’d be too easy” the other guy answers.
My mind is going crazy right now. Are they being serious, or is this just some sick inside joke?
My heart is beating so fast I’m sure they would hear it if they stood beside me.
I need to get away from here before they see me. I slowly and carefully turn around to look at the guys. They’re standing with their backs towards me. This is my chance.
I slowly get up from the bush and walks away. I avoid looking back; to make sure they won’t see my face.  I take a deep breath as I walk as slowly as I possibly can without stopping.
I’m halfway to my car, when suddenly one of the guys shouts.
“Hey, you! Over there!” Oh my god no, they saw me, fuck! I start walking faster, pretending I didn’t hear him.
“Hey! You stop right there!” he then calls again. Then I start running. No, no, no!
“Stop or I’ll shoot!” another one then shouts. What?! He won’t do that!
Should I stop? And just takes it as it comes? But then he’ll find out who I am. Ugh!
And while I’m thinking I don’t even realize I’m still running, and before I get to decide what to do, I hear a loud noise that must be from a bullet. And then I feel a sudden pain in the side of my belly.
I have to stop running cause of the severe pain in my left side. I grab the spot and as I grab a tree to lean against it, I notice the blood on my jacket and as I remove my hand I see how soaked my hand is from all the blood. I grab the spot again. Shit, he really did shoot me.

 

The person keeps running, and before I get to say anything, Brandon fires a shot.
“What the fuck are you doing!?” Bruce shouts at him, and grabs his hand as he tries to take away the gun from Brandon.
“I told him to stop running!” Brandon snaps back at Bruce, and they begin to discuss.
Paul, Mark and I are not saying anything; we’re just waiting for the person to turn around.
The person is wearing a black jacket, black jeans and some kind of sneakers. I can’t tell who it is since the person has pulled on the cap of the jacket, and I have absolutely no idea.
The person has stopped running, and has now grabbed a nearby tree. And then the cap falls off.
Shit. My eyes expand and all the blood leaves my face as I realize who the person is; Alli.
“Shit!” I say as I start running towards her. I can hear Mark and Paul yelling at me, but I don’t know what they’re saying. I’m not listening. He fucking shot Alli, that dumbfuck. 
“Alli!” I shout, still running, and as I start to reach her, I can hear the panic in her breathing.
She’s breathing hysterically and extremely fast. There’s blood running from her side and down her jacket and jeans. Blood’s dripping onto her sneakers, and her hands are all soaked.
“Shit” I mumble again as I bend down to her. I don’t know if she has realized I’ve reached her, but she’s just starring down at her hand.
“Alli, hey! Calm down!” I try to keep my voice as calm as possible. I grab her by the waist and she immediately falls into my arms – and then she let’s go of her side. “It hurts” she then whispers.
“Hey hey hey! Calm down! It’s alright” I say, but she’s not listening. I know she’s not.
I need to see how bad it is. I start ripping off her jacket. Her shirt is soaked as well. I pull up in her shirt and sees that the bullet has just barely cut her side. But there’s an open flesh wound.
A part of me is relieved it’s not worse than it is. It could’ve hit some of her organs.
I notice the guys have reached us.
“Come on, help me here! Let’s get her inside!” I snap at them, and Paul grabs her legs.
We carefully lift her up and start walking towards the house, fast but carefully.
I can see tears running down her face, but she’s not making any sound. Then she suddenly speaks;
“He shot me. I’m sorry. I didn’t think he would shoot me” and a big lump gathers in my throat.  

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