“Why don’t you get it, Justin?”
“Because you’re not making sense! You have your walls up, but so do I. You have a past, and I do too. You know we’re perfect for each other!”
I scoffed. “You’re ridiculous.”
I turned to face him, anger blazing through me. “I’m a suicide mission. My mind is filled with demons and I’ve surrendered to them. I can’t do this anymore; I’m broken, Justin.” My voice began to rise as my anger grew and I met his eyes. “Why can’t you understand that you should stay away from me!”
He ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. “See, that's the problem. I can’t stay away from you. I haven’t been able to since the minute I met you!”
My breathing hitched as he came closer and closer, walking angrily towards me. He let out a frustrated groan as he pushed me against the side of his car. He brought his mouth up to my neck, breathing heavily.
“You have to keep going. You’re broken and I still love you. You’re still perfect. You’re broken, so let me help. Let me fix you."


33. You're Under Arrest

“OPEN UP GARRET!” Justin screamed, banging on the door creating a loud enough echo to run through the cellar and me.

“Of fucking course.” He muttered, before removing the gun from my temple. Relief ran through me but I didn't dare open my eyes. Tears ran down my face and my heart was heard loudly pumping in my ears as I shook with terror. A single shot was heard and I let out a blood curling scream of fear, turning to look at Abby to check if she was okay, but I saw nothing but darkness. He had turned the lights off. Glass shattered all around us and as drops of liquid began to fall down on me, I knew exactly what he had shot. The wine bottles.

“CASSIDY!” Justin screamed, more desperation entering his voice than I had ever heard before. He sounded frantic, almost distressed.

“Abby, are you okay?” I breathed, careful not to be too loud. 
“Fine.” She replied shakily sounding like she was barely able to get the words out.

More shots where fired as Garret shot bottle after bottle after bottle from around the room.

“I’m calling 911.” I whispered before Garret could shoot anything or anyone else. I moved around awkwardly on the chair until I was able to reach into my back pocket and barely managed to pull out my phone. I reached down so my hands were able to reach my shoulders and held my phone under my chin, holding down the home button to activate Siri.

“Call 911.” I whispered.

“Calling 9 1 1.” The voice said back, before 911 answered the line.

“What emergency service do you require?” the voice asked calmly.

“Police, police please.” I sobbed in relief. “17 Arlington Street, he has a gun, please come quickly, please.” I managed to get the last words out before the phone was snatched from me and the line disconnected. 
"Who do you think you are?” Garret screamed at me, using the torch on my phone to shine in my face. “I am going to kill you!” His voice so loud it vibrated through me.

My eyes widened in horror as his snarling face came dangerously close to mine.

The door was barged open with a loud bang, a small bit of light illuminating the room.

“Let them go, Garret. They did nothing.” Justin spat, two men entering the room with him.

“This bitch just called 911!”

By this time the lights had been turned back on, and Justin’s face drained of all anger, turning to utter betrayal as he followed Garret’s pointing to me. Tied to a chair, all I could do was let tears roll down my cheeks as the unforgettable look on Justin’s face carved itself into my memory.

“Regardless, let them go. You want me, now you have me. This isn’t about them.” His voice was cold, threatening. No longer as desperate as it had been before.
“But the party only just started, why should I let them go? Because you told me to?” He let out a deep, scary chuckle that didn't seem like he was laughing at anything funny. “You’re not the leader anymore Justin. You’ve been fucked over.”

“What do you want, Garret? What about me is it that you want?”

“Your life, obviously. We killed your father, we’re slowly killing your mother… you’re the last piece of the puzzle.” Justin’s face turned red with anger at the mention of his parents, fists clenched beside him as they shook with fury. “Why? What’s so god damn important about my family that you need to kill us all?”

“It’s not personal, Justin. Stop being a baby about this. You know how it works in our world, you’ve always known...”
“Don’t listen to him Justin!” Abby cried out, obviously done with his shit.

was done with his shit. I was done with him shooting and killing and being a down right douchebag. He was standing so close to me, could I grab the gun?

Your hands are tied together, smart ass.

I rolled my eyes at myself, how dumb was I being? Even if I could grab it, Garret would surely over power me.

I glared at Garret’s back, hoping to put holes in it but obviously that didn’t work. I brought my legs up and kicked as hard as I could, sending the gun and Garret falling to the ground. Justin stopped the gun with his foot, before picking it up with a slight smirk on his face.

Despite our situation, I smiled proudly at my actions. He couldn’t kill us if he didn’t have the tools to do so.

“You little bitch.” Garret growled, sending knots of terror to my stomach. “How dare you?” He asked, picking himself up.

I avoided eye contact with him and stared straight at Justin, my saving grace. The two men that had entered the room with Justin grabbed Garret by each arm, effectively trapping him.

Garret however, was unaffected by the situation he was in.

“You think by catching me, you’ll stop this?” He barked out a hysterical laugh, the smile on his face slightly crazy. “This whole place will be blown to bits before you can even get me out of here! You’re out of your league this time, Justin.”

“Get him out of here, fast.” Justin muttered before walking over to Abby and I, his face still stone cold.

“Nice knowing you!” Garret screamed, his voice still heard as he was walked up the stairs.

I turned to look at Abby and I gasped in shock. She was covered in what looked like red, hot blood.

“Its wine.” She muttered angrily, looking at the sticky liquid all over her.

Justin got down on his knees, untying Abby from the chair quickly. She stood up and latched onto him, sniffing tears into his shirt.

“You’re okay now.” He mumbled, rubbing her back before slowly detaching them and moving to me. The tension between us was unbearable as his eyes stared coldly into mine, not even looking at the knot in the rope he was untying.

“I don’t want to hear it.” He snapped, spreading the sick feeling that was forming in my stomach throughout my entire body.

I stood up with shaky legs and he barely spared me a second glance.

“What were you thinking?” He started, not bothering to keep his voice quiet.

“I-I was trying to keep us alive!”

“I was right there!” Justin yelled, obviously stressed out and fed up with me.

“How was I to know he wouldn't shoot you too?” I screamed back, entirely annoyed with him. I didn’t do anything wrong, I called the police! Justin had no reply as he walked out of the cellar and up the stairs. Abby and I followed silently behind him. As we reached the ground level, the sun began to shine through the windows as if this was a normal day, as if there had been no attack. Red and blue flashes began to invade the windows just as the police were invading Noah’s house, stopping the entire battle. I clung to Abby as I looked around the house, all the rooms looking thoroughly trashed. There were blood splatters along the walls and a few people lying on the floor, severely injured. We walked quickly outside and saw at least 15 police cars surrounding the house. A pair of policemen ran up to us shouting, “Police! Hands where I can see them!” and I quickly put my hands up in surrender, Abby and Justin following suit. I knew what was going to happen to Justin, I knew they would take him to jail. He’s too far involved, and no doubt Nate would tell the police everything was Justin’s fault.

“There he is! That’s him, that’s Justin Bieber!” the police backup yelled and I cringed. Shit. Shit shit shit.

The police grabbed Justin and began to pull him away, further and further away from me. My voice was stuck in my throat as I watched in hopelessness as his cold, hard eyes stared straight ahead.

“He’s innocent, please! He didn’t do anything!” I yelled, chasing after them.

“Cassidy.” Justin growled, warning me not to get involved.

“Please, Miss. We have enough evidence to prove otherwise. This boy has broken into high class events, caused scenes of terror and destruction and, as if we didn't have enough evidence to at least take him into questioning, we find him involved in this major production and using numerous guns for illegal purposes without a license, underage. Even if he won’t be arrested, we still want him to answer some questions for us, just like we want you two to.”

My breath caught in my throat at his words and I quickly looked around. Noah and Ashton were no where in sight, and neither was Eric.


The exact minute that I thought of that boys name, a noise louder than ever before echoed around me, making my ears feel numb, like there they were bleeding from the sound level. Frantic police officers were screaming, motioning for us to go toward them and so I ran. I ran to the policewoman that had taken hold of Justin, about to handcuff him.

“Get down!” she screamed, and seconds later the house in front of us had flames engulfing the inside. Windows were smashing from the extremity of the heat, the front door was falling off of its hinges and the part of the house where the kitchen was placed was burning, smoke rising its way up from the flames. I looked around, hearing more sirens, seeing more people show up and feeling more like my heart was pumping in my head. My head was throbbing, my entire body shaking. Everything was hazy, my eyes just couldn't come into focus as my head began to feel more and more like exploding as the noise level continued to rise. The neighbors from either side of Noah’s house ran out of their homes, screaming and yelling. Most of them were still wearing their pajamas, it was only something like 6 in the morning.

“What is happening?” asked a hysterical mother, holding two children tightly by the arms.

“Miss, we’re going to have to ask you to move out of the way while we work this out, please go move over there.” The policewoman pointed over to a patch of grass where all the neighbors had migrated to.

The mother looked apprehensive but followed the order given to her and unhappily trampled over to where she should be.

Fire trucks began to pull up in great urgency as Abby, Justin and I were hustled over to another area where Nate, Garret and a few other unfamiliar faces stood looking venomously at me as police officers stood around them. Nausea made its way through my entire body, making me want to throw up all over the front grass of the unfamiliar house as I watched the officials fight the fire immediately. Was that their failed attempt at a bomb? Did they even know if anyone was still inside?

Ashton and Noah!

Alarm bells instantly went off in my mind, where were they? Were they alright?

“Justin Bieber?” asked a policeman, a bright badge shining on his chest. Justin nodded in recognition. “You are under arrest for the possession of illegal substances, possession and use of multiple heavy firearm weapons unlicensed and under the legal age. Everything you say will be held against you…”
My heart dropped out of my chest, the small contents of my stomach rising up to my throat as I watched Justin being shoved against a police car and handcuffed, the policemen still talking as Justin stared straight ahead in a cold, automatic mode. He would never forgive me for this. Ever.

“Wait!” yelled Nate from behind me and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Of fucking course. He was going to make the charges pressed against Justin worse, his time in jail longer…

“The story that was told was untrue!” Nate started, walking toward the scene unfolding before us. “We planted the weapons and the drugs. We framed him for his crimes, for his break in at the Newton Ball…everything. He should have died tonight, if it weren’t for me stopping the plan.” Nate then turned to Justin, his face, unbelievably, apologetic. “I’m sorry little brother. I shouldn’t have lied, I was trying to save you I swear I was. I was an undercover.” He confessed. Justin’s eyes grew wide in surprise, his cold façade slipping away.

“What the fuck?”

“I heard some guys planning to throw you over, so I made my own group of guys and disguised it so I looked like the leader of it when I was really trying to help you.”
“Is this a confession of not only lying to police but committing all crimes that were put against Bieber’s name and more?”

“Y-yes.” Nate finished, looked dejected.

“Well I’ll have to take you both in for questioning. Along with you,” he pointed at Garrett, the obvious gunman, “Because I don't believe your stories at all.” He then turned to look at Abby and I questioningly. “I believe you two are the only females involved and it was one of you who called emergency services?”

I nodded, slightly ashamed of myself yet still experiencing whiplash from Nate’s out-of-this-world confession.

“Well considering you have no part in this, I’m going to let you go. But if either of you are ever involved in something like this again, we won’t be as forgiving. Understood?”

Abby and I both nodded in agreement before my gaze moved to Justin, still looking like someone had just told him he got them pregnant. He looked helpless and confused and I wanted to run over and hug him and tell him everything would be okay. But I couldn’t.

“Okay, get out of here.” The police officer concluded, shooing us away with a flick of his head.

I quickly pulled Abby with me, away from what was Noah’s house.

“What the fuck was that!” she whispered to me once we had walked out of the street and away from the chaos.

“Justin is going to be arrested.” I cried, sitting on the side of the road in panic. “And its all my fault, fuck Abby what have I done?”

“Didn’t you hear Nate? He admitted to framing Justin! Justin will be okay, he’s been in this position before and he got out okay. He’ll be okay.” She repeated, sitting down next to me and wrapping her arms around me. We both sat in silence until the wailing of police cars had finally stopped, until there was no more smoke covering the area they had been previously. The silence was broken by the ringing of Abby’s phone, Noah’s contact lighting up the screen. Abby quickly answered, her face losing color as their conversation continued.

“We have to go.” She muttered to me, grabbing my hand and almost running away from where we were sitting. “Eric is still out there somewhere for starters, Ashton and Noah just saw them. But there is worse news.” She grimaced and I just hoped to god they were both okay. “Ashton’s injured. Badly. He needs the hospital, that's where they’re headed and you know those boys and hospitals. We need to get there, now.”






“Those aren’t your fucking guns. You know they’re mine-“ I murmured to Nate in the back of this fucking police car.

“But they don’t know that do they? Just go with it you idiot.”
“Why would I let you take blame for something like this?”

“Because I fucking did it?” Nate snapped in reply.

I rolled my eyes in anger. Just because he was on my side the entire time didn't mean I had to like him.

“What was with the threats? And the dating Cassidy to get at me?”
“I was being watched. I still had to go with the plans. I just helped you all out at the same time. I didn’t date Cassidy to get at you,” his voice dropped another octave, “I did it to protect her.”
“Well that worked out great, didn’t it?” I asked sarcastically.

“At least she’s not dead.”

With that, I shut up. It was a high possibility that Cassidy would end up the same way as Emily.

“I don't want to talk about her. I thought I was in love with her, but she fucking betrayed me. She called the cops on us…”
“And you’re hurt by that?” Nate snorted. “I’m not an expert but I’m pretty sure that means you had some pretty deep feelings for her.”
“Can we just set our fucking story straight before I’m thrown into the deep end in questioning having no idea what to say?”

“Just tell them you knew nothing about anything going on. All your guys are gone, only worried about themselves but that's good. You can pretend you had no idea what was happening, you took Cass and Abby to Noah’s house for the night because his house is closest to the beach. Then they started firing and you found guns to protect yourself with. Tell them about Garrett being your friend and him turning on you like I told you, and hopefully I’ll be able to get out on bail.”

I glared straight ahead, knowing this story would never suffice.

“Just stick to the innocent act and it will be fine. You’ll get a good behavior bond. Pipe down.”
The rest of the car trip was silent, and I couldn’t but help think of Cassidy. She had given us one chance to work out, and I hadn’t even had any time to prove myself! I want her to apologize, but she thought she was doing the right thing. Maybe if she forgives me for being an ass we might have a shot…







“Oh my god.” I let out, feeling the need to throw up. Ashton’s left leg was in a cast by the time we got there, the normally tall, intimidating boy sitting in a wheelchair, looking broken and small. He had burn marks running from his right cheek all the way down to his ankle.

“What the fuck? What happened?” Abby cried out moving past me to sit on the floor in front of Ashton’s wheelchair.

“Broke my leg, I guess.” He mumbled.

“B-but you’re all burnt…” she stuttered, wiping away her tears.

“I was trapped when the fire started. Noah managed to get me out in time, dragged me through the back of the property and out so nobody would find us until we found a for sale car. We left the money on the front doorstep and he drove us here. Worst fucking day of my life.” He groaned, careful not to move his facials too much.

“Justin was arrested. Nate confessed everything was him or something and now they’re both at the police station with Garret, who by the way, is a massive fucking traitor...”

I let out the entire story, anger taking over me as I raised my voice whenever I had to mention Garret. “And now, this is all my fault because Justin will be in jail forever and it will be all because of me.” I cried, sitting down on the waiting room chairs.

“Calm down, Cass. Justin is used to the jail thing. And if Nate confessed, Justin will be fine. Calm your tits, we’ll bail him out.”

I rolled my eyes but didn’t say anything else. I wouldn’t believe Justin would be okay until I saw him released myself.

“Yeah, well we might just have to. Justin used his “call in jail”. He’s fine, Nate took his place but Justin wants us to go and bail him out.” Noah shook his head as he came back holding two coffees, one for me and Abby each. 
“Bail Justin out?”


“No, we have to pick him up is all. He has to pay his charges and that's it, no jail time. A good behavior bond for a year and a half because they’re still suspicious, but they can’t say no to a well explained confession that links everything up. Justin wants us to go bail Nate out of jail.”







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