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.


57. Part 57

Part 57
I’m lying in the bed as I watch Justin finding his phone and dialing a number.
The dizzy feeling left my body immediately as the shots were fired, and now an overwhelming feeling of tiredness and exhaustion is filling my entire body. I’m fighting to keep my eyes open.
- “Yo, dude, you better get back home” Justin speaks, his eyes watching me back the entire time.
- “I think we have some uninvited guests” Justin continues seconds later, and the way he speaks the words makes shivers down my spine and I suddenly feel uncomfortable.
Justin hangs up and throws the phone onto the table beside the bed, then pulls off his bloody shirt.
I watch as he throws it onto the floor, then
start unzipping his pants as he pulls them off and throws them away as well. He sits down on the bed, his back facing me as he bends his head down.
I watch him, uncertainty filling my body. Is he mad at me? He’s silent, not saying anything to me.
I sit up in bed for a few seconds, then slowly moves to sit right behind him. He’s not moving.
I look at the bandage that’s covering the wound, then carefully bends my head down to leave a kiss on his shoulder. As I do so a sigh is escaping from his mouth. He turns his head to look at me.
- “You okay?” I ask him, a stupid question taken the situation into consideration. He was shot at.

A slight smile forms on his lips.
- “I’ll do fine. And you? You should rest, get some sleep” he speaks, his voice silent and hoarse.
I watch him, trying to interpret his face expression. Something’s not right, I know that.
I mean, someone was trying to kill him tonight. The fact makes my stomach twist.
But who would want to kill him? And why would the person just shoot at the window, where the chances for him to miss were so huge? It doesn’t make any sense.
- “Justin, what happened tonight?” I ask him with a serious voice. He looks at me for a while without answering, then he looks away as he bends his head down again.
- “Why would anyone want to kill you?” I keep going, trying not to let my impatience get the best of me, but then he snaps his head up, his eyes glued to mine.
- “Why wouldn’t they?” he asks, no emotions revealed in his words nor face.
I frown. What kind of answer is that? What the hell does he mean with that?
- “Well I… I don’t know what you mean?” I ask, trying to understand what he just said.
- “Maybe you’re not supposed to” he snaps, looking away again. I inwardly gasp by his rude answer, opening my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. What the hell is wrong with him? Justin stands up from the bed as he walks to dresser and opens the cabinet that’s hanging above it. He takes out a glass and a whiskey bottle and pours some into the class.
- “I just wanna understand what’s going on” I then suddenly speak after a while.
Justin takes a sip of the whiskey.
- “What’s going on is none of your business” he snaps back, and this time I let myself gasp out loud. Where the hell is this sudden attitude coming from?
- “Why are you like this?” I ask and as he turns around to say something I cut him off by continuing “I just helped you with your wound and this is what I get back?” my face is frowning.
- “What did you expect to get back? A bang?” he hisses, his eyes narrowing at mine.
- “I’ve already said thank you, haven’t I?” he adds, and I look down, not wanting my eyes to meet his. His previous word hurt like a knife in the back. So that’s it, I am really just a bang to him?
bang among many. I hear him silently curse to himself.
- “I’m sorry…” he then speaks. But I refuse to look up. “I didn’t mean to be rude” he adds.
The tears are fighting desperately to get out, and a lump is forming in my throat.
I get up from the bed and walks to grab my dress on the floor. As I stand back up Justin grabs me by my arm.
- “No, don’t do that… Don’t leave” he says, swallowing the last whiskey in the glass before placing it on the dresser, only to walk back to me and cup my face in his hands.
- “How do you manage to be such a dick?” I ask, now tears engulfing my eyes.
- “I don’t know, it’s really not that hard I guess” he answers, only causing me to roll my eyes.
- “I’m sorry, not time for jokes, I know” he quickly says as he sees my reaction.
- “Ugh!” I sigh, as I slaps his hands away. “If I’m not trash to you then stop treating me like I am!” I yell, causing him to snap his head up and stiffen. His jaw instantly locks tight.
- “I’m not
- “Yes you are!” I cut him off, causing him to shut up. That’s when I see my chance to continue.
- “You were the one bringing me here, not me! I didn’t ask to come here! I simply followed because you wanted me to! And then for some fucked up reason somebody started shooting at you like some sick psychopath! And you won’t let me know why! You just ran out the room, leaving me all alone with this psychopath! And then you just command me to stay in the bed like I’m some fucking dog! After that I even helped you clean the wound and this is what I get back? You turning a 180’s and then all of a sudden you hiss and snap at me? Acting like a fucking dick!” I realize that I’m shouting. And Justin’s not trying to cut me off.
- “I’m sorry, Alli…” he speaks again, taking a deep breath before continuing.
- “I don’t know why I’m acting like a dick to you. Maybe I’m just so used to do so, I don’t know, haven’t really tried anything else, right?” he snorts. “Tonight something happened that I never thought would happen. And it should never have happened in the first place. I don’t know who did it, or why the person did so, that’s why I called Brandon. He’s trying to find out right now.
My intention has never been to hurt you. And tonight your life was in danger. It could’ve been you opening that window, and then you would be the one with an open cut wound on your arm. I don’t know what I would’ve done if that was the case”. His words make my body loosen up, and the anger radiating from my body is now replaced with sympathy. I let him continue.
“I’ve brought other girls in danger before. Many girls. But this is the first time I’ve ever felt bad about it. The first time I’ve felt like I had to protect that girl. And I panicked, Alli. I ran down the stairs, almost fell, to lock every possible entrance in this goddamn house. The doors, the windows, everything. I told you to stay in the bed because I was panicking, and I saw the bed as the only safe place in the entire house. No bullet could hit the bed from outside. You were safe there, and that was all that mattered to me in that moment. I didn’t even notice I was hit before you let me know”.
As he’s speaking, I let the tears run down my face. I never knew this was the reason for his behavior. He was protecting me. It’s not because he doesn’t give a damn about me. It’s the exact opposite. He cares about me; he just doesn’t know how to show it because it’s not something he’s used to. The
quilt overwhelms me, and my stomach suddenly hurts. I’ve been judging him, and all he was doing was to try to cope with this new feeling. It’s no longer just about him but now it’s me as well.
I slowly walk towards him, grabbing his neck as I reach him. I place my forehead against his as I let the tears run down my cheeks. He carefully wraps his arms around my waist.
- “I’m so sorry” I whisper, my voice breaking due to the need to cry.
Justin doesn’t say anything. Instead he pulls me into a tight hug, and that pushes me over the edge, and I let myself cry out loud. 

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