(A/N this chapter has some mature content in it!)
“Jason? What are you doing here?”
“I called you and when you didn’t answer I decided to come here to look for you..”
“Jason, are you drunk?”
“No, I am not. Maybe a little.. I don’t know.”
“Come. Let’s take you home..” I said.
“Allison, do you think it’s a good idea to bring him home in this state?” Claire said.
“Claire, shut up. He said he was sorry and that he was drunk.”
I got Jason up and dragged him towards the door. I grabbed his car keys and drove him home. Once there, got him some water.
“Here Jason, drink this.”
My phone started to buzz, so I answered it.
“Hey, Justin.. Sorry, now is not a good time.. I’ll call you back later?”
I hung up the phone and turned to Jason again.
“Who is Justin, babe? Are you cheating on me with him?”
“No, Justin is just helping me.”
“Helping you with what?” Jason asked aggressively.
“Recording my songs..” I whispered.
“He helps you to record your rubbish songs that are full with bullshit?” Jason yelled. He came closer and I backed away because I was afraid of him when he was this mad and aggressive.
“Don’t walk away, bitch. I’m talking to you.”
I started to walk further back. Then he lunged at me. He hit me with full force against the shoulder. It hurt a bit, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. By now he had to regain composure and then he stood up again.
“You bitch! You can’t walk away now!”
I was officially afraid, so I grabbed my phone and tried to call someone. He hit me again with full force, but this time in my stomach. I doubled over. It hurt way more than a blow on the shoulder. After that, he hit me on my back. I fell over by the force and started to cry. It hurt really bad. I started to scream.
“Shut up, bitch! You don’t deserve to live! You don’t deserve to have me as your boyfriend! You’re just a worthless slut!” He started to kick me and hit me again and again. I felt blood dripping and some bones snap under his force. I cried out and yelled with every blow. Suddenly everything went black. I finally lost my conscious. The pain was so bad it overwhelmed me.
— Justin’s P.O.V. —
Why did she call me back this fast? Well at least she called me. I wanted to tell her how good she was in the studio earlier today.
All I heard was this noise. A yell and some thumps and then yells and cries. I realized it was Allison that was screaming. Her boyfriend is beating her, I thought. I had to call the cops and tell them. I got my other phone and went to call 911.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“My friend is getting beaten by her boyfriend! Please, save her!”
“What’s the address?”
“Hate street 16 in Faraway. Please save her!”
“I will send the police and an ambulance to the address. We will do anything to save her.”
I heard sirens getting closer. Good. That’s going to save her. Then I realized I only heard the thumps and no yells and screams anymore. Allison’s quiet. That’s bad. That could mean she’s unconscious. That could mean she’s already dead. I grabbed the Phone and called 911 again and went to text Claire at the same time.
Hey this is Justin Bieber. I stole your number from Allison’s phone. You have to go to the nearest hospital soon. Allison is beaten by Jason. Please make sure she’s okay!
What do you mean she’s beaten. How bad is it?
— Nobody’s P.O.V. —
Claire rushed to the ER where Allison was just checked in. She saw her lying there unconscious, her body covered with bruises and cuts. She went to one of the nurses and asked if her friend was going to make it.
“Out of the way now.” one of the doctors yelled as they rushed Allison to the OK. Claire started to cry.
“Do you know that young lady?” one of the officers asked.
“Yeah. She’s my best friend..”
“May we ask you a couple of questions?”
“What’s your name?”
“How did you know she was here?”
“A friend told me. He said that Allison had butt called him during the fight with her boyfriend and that he heard everything. His name is Jason. Is he arrested?”
“Yes, we have taken him in. Is there any way we can reach this friend of yours?”
“I have his number, but I bet you could reach him anyways. It’s Justin Bieber..”
“Okay. Do you have any idea about what the fight could be about?”
“All I know was that he was very drunk and that he is very aggressive in that state. He has raped her with three friends not too long ago. She thought it wasn’t rape because she thought he didn’t mean it..”
“Okay. Thank you for the answers. We will get back to you.”
Claire started to cry and the policeman hugged her in comfort.
“Hush, baby.. You will be okay. Allison will be okay. Calm down, Claire.”
She calmed down very slowly to his soothing words and his comforting hug.
“Sorry for crying all over you..”
“You needed a hug. I’m Blake by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Blake, but I have to check on Allison now..”
“Wait.. can I have your number? I know I’m not supposed to ask for it.. but I really like you..”
“Sure. Give me your phone and I’ll put it in.”
He gave her his phone and she typed in her number. She texted herself from his phone and saved his number in her own. After that, she walked away to the desk to ask about Allison.
(A/N hey everybody so another chapter yaaay. next chapter will probably be thursday. I hope you guys liked it. well let me know what you think! have a very nice day everybody!)