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.


25. Part 25

Part 25
We lift her into the house and into the living room, where we put her on the couch.

She’s groaning in pain, and I know we have to clean the wound – and that’s going to hurt.

“Paul, get a cloth and some whiskey!” I tell him, and he walks out the living room.
“Whiskey?” Alli asks confused, but I chose not to answer her.
“I need to take off your shirt Alli” and I can see her eyes widen. A typical girl reaction. Damn.
“No, no ple-“ “Alli, I have to. Please. We need to clean your wound!” I tell her, and before she can protest, I rip off her shirt, and her white bra reveals. Ugh fuck, I hate doing this.
I know she doesn’t like this at all – I mean, we’re 5 guys in the room, I don’t judge her.
To make her feel for comfortable – if that’s even possible – I try not to look at her revealed chest.
For to be honest, she’s not the first half naked girl I’ve look at – in fact quite the contrary.
But she’s beautiful - very. Her skin is perfectly tanned; not too little nor too much.
Paul comes back with the cloth and a bottle of whiskey. We all know that this is going to make noise – painful noise. Paul reached the bottle and cloth to me, and I start putting some of the whiskey onto the cloth. Lea is watching, and I can tell she has now realized what’s going to happen. She’s scared – frightened.
“Alli, I want you to stay still – as still as you possibly can. I won’t lie; this is gonna hurt a little. If you feel like screaming, you can do so, that’s okay, but-“, I grab her shit and reach it to her “I advise you to bite in this. It helps” she grabs it, now looking more frightened than before.
“No please, don’t… I don’t want to! There must be another way to do this” she panics.
“Shh, just do as I told you” I prepare myself, and take a deep breathing while looking at her.
“Ready? Take a deep breathe” “No really Justin, I-“ “Alli, stop it! Take a deep breath” I command.
She closes her eyes and I notice small teardrops in the corner of her eyes.
Then she bites the shirt and closes her eyes even tighter and I know that’s her way of saying ready.
I press the soaked cloth against her wound and I can her holding back a scream.

Oh shit! The pain is unbearable! I bite even harder around my shirt, and I can feel the starts start running down my cheeks. I want to scream – so bad. I grab the couch hard with my free hand and, and I can’t help but move a little on the couch. My legs want to kick someone badly.
That motherfucker for doing this to me. I’m gonna give him back, someday and somehow.
And how am I supposed to tell my parents? Uh, you see I wanted to stalk Justin and his friend accidently shot me – or wait, it wasn’t an accident actually; he did mean to shoot me.
I can’t tell this. Not to anybody. Maybe not even Lea. She’s gonna freak out and eventually tell the whole damn school. And that put Justin into a very bad perspective, and that’s not what I want.
The pain is so bad. It almost makes me want to puke. It’s like someone is stabbing me with a knife into this open flesh wound. I just want him to stop. I just want to hit him and push him away from me and tell them they can all go to hell. I’m so mad right now… and scared… and frustrated.
“Ugh, fuck you!” I just suddenly yell, and I can tell the guys know who I’m talking to.
They all laugh, expect from Brandon, who awkwardly draws a smile on his lips.
“I’m sorry man – trust me, if I knew you were a girl, I wouldn’t have shot!” he quickly mentions.
What the fuck, he shouldn’t be shooting anyone, no matter the sex! What is wrong with them?
And then an even worse pain is shooting right against me. Justin has started rubbing the wound.
“Ahh! No, no! Stop, stop, STOP!” I scream and try to move away from him.
“Alli I’m really sorry, and I know you hate me but I have to!” he says and tries to keep me still.
“NO! I said STOP!” I shout, right into his face, looking at him with the most serious and furies face I can pull off right now, though the pain. The room gets quiet – awfully quiet.
Justin is staring at me. Not saying a word. But he stops rubbing. After several seconds he answers;
“Okay” then he removes the cloth from my wound and continues “Mark, get some bandage”.
I watch him. I’m glad he stopped. He then stands up and walks to the kitchen. The other boys are looking at each other, still not saying anything, but then one of them speaks – the older one;
“There you put him in place” he walks closer to me “that’s a rare sight” he winks. I can’t help but smile a little. I believe that. 

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