3: Stolen

Everything is being stolen. Their friends, their family, and their lives have all been taken away, but who's doing it? At first--it's the Prezlocki brothers. They've taken Peyton and they want Justin to take the money. But when that problem slowly subsides, other ones rise. Where's Ryan? What happened to Chaz? Who the hell is stealing all of Justin's friends, and why does he suddenly find himself going to Peyton for help? There are so many questions, but they wont last long. Soon, they'll figure out the shocking truth about it all. © 2013 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.


20. Chapter 17

"Okay, you'll be in room 126, floor two." The nurse handed Justin a card to remind him where it was, but he wouldn't forget. For some reason, the room number and floor sounded vaguely familiar... 

Peyton had fallen asleep in his arms and he had to find a way to grab the card out of the nurse's hand without dropping her; somehow, he managed. 

"Poor girl." the nurse looked at Peyton. "What happened?" 

Justin set his jaw. Normally, he didn't like when people got into his business--but he had to remember that's how he and Peyton met. And she always asked questions, so why should he treat people that he didn't know any different? 

"Just a broken arm, that's all." 

"Shame," the nurse studied him with a grim expression. "I hope she gets well soon." 

He inclined his head to let her know that he heard her, before awkwardly excusing himself and Peyton--even though Peyton was asleep. They made their way up to the second floor on the stairs. Justin absolutely hated elevators, so that wasn't an option for him. Instead, he lugged Peyton upstairs to the second floor. It was basically a ghost town up there, and it was creepy. 

As he passed a few rooms, he noticed that they were all empty except for one. And coming from it were some very familiar voices. Justin took only a split second to make his decision; he leaned up against the wall, listening in on the conversation. 

"Are you sure? I don't think this plan is very logical." the voice that spoke sounded exactly like Colton, except for the fact that it might've been a little higher. 

"I'm positive, you twit." Justin creased his eyebrows. This voice was very raspy, almost as if whoever had spoken were sick. It sounded like--

"Dakota, you can't be serious about this. We weren't ever involved in this, and we don't intend to be." 

"You are going to be invovled--" there was a sudden fit of coughing, before Dakota continued again. "And you will like it. I need those god damned people dead. Even if I'm not there to see it." 

"Alright, alright. We'll do it." the supposed Colton said. "But before you go...could you please go over the plan again?" 

Dakota coughed again. "The bomb was set today, correct?" 


"Very good. Now all you have to do is...call Peter, get the stuff, and find them. Find them, and...kill...them." 

Justin heard a strangled yell, and the beeping of loud machines, before a guy ran out of the room. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Justin--who straightened up hastily. The guy in front of him was tall, definitely taller than he was. He looked sophisticated, with his button up shirt, jeans, and converse sneakers. And the weird thing was that he reminded Justin of Colton. He had the same stubble growing on the sides of his face, and the same shaggy brown hair. Then, with a jolt, Justin realized that this must have been the guy that he and Peyton saw in the parking lot. 

"Can I help you?" 

Justin studied him thoughtfully. "No, I'd prefer if you didn't touch my girlfriend, thank you." 

The kid narrowed his eyes. "That's not what I meant. You were kind of leaning up against the wall to this room." He jabbed his thumb towards the door. "Need anything?" 

"I don't need anything." Justin said bluntly. "Maybe your name would be helpful..." 

He raised an eyebrow. "Adam." 

"So you're not Colton?" 

"Colton?" Adam sounded surprised. "Colton Prezlocki? He's my cousin, and last time I checked--he was dead. So was my cousin Cooper," His thumb jabbed towards the door again. "And now it's Dakota. I was just going to go get a doctor, but I think I can already hear..." He trailed off. "Who are you?" 

"My name is none of your business." 

Adam crossed his arms in frustration. "I told you my name." 

"Doesn't mean I have to tell you mine." Justin re-positioned Peyton in his arms as he started to walk past Adam. "Would you mind telling me your last name? And why you blew my condo to bits, including my girlfriend. Well, she's not blown to bits, but her arm is broken." 

"You must be Justin Bieber, then." Adam grinned. "Adam Laub. Oh, and that wasn't me who set the bomb, that was my twin brother, Henry."

"Ah, it all makes sense now. You two look strangely like your cousin." 

"Which one?" 

Justin rolled his eyes. "Colton." 

"Hm, I've never been told that myself, but I'm sure Henry has. He looks more like Colton than I do." 

"But you're identical twins." Justin pointed out. 

"Well, Henry has Colton's attitude and his voice isn't as high as mine." 

"So, you've never hit puberty." 

"You're one to talk." Adam countered. 

"At least my voice doesn't sound like some squeaky popstar. Not that yours does." Justin smirked. "Anyways, I'm assuming I'll be seeing you some other time?" 

Adam un-crossed his arms. "Maybe." there was a sudden loud beeping coming from the room again, and a look of concern flashed over Adam's face. "Maybe." 

He turned around to rush the other way, and Justin just chuckled. Adam seemed like a pretty nice guy, but then again, he was somehow related to Colton Prezlocki and his brothers. Justin just wondered how bad Henry Laub was...and why everybody around here had the weirdest last names. 

With the cutest yawn that Justin's probably ever heard, Peyton's eyes fluttered open. He smiled down at her, and she smiled back. 

"Are we at the hospital?" 

"Yes," He said as couple of nurses rushed past him, saying things in hushed tones. They were going slow enough so he could catch what they were saying, however. 

"He's in room 115," one said. 

"Come on, we have to hurry up, Mr. Prezlocki is dying!" said another. 

Justin stared at them as they turned the corner. He found himself with a smile on his mouth, and Peyton was looking at him in a confused manner. 



"What was that all about?" 

"Oh, nothing. Just about how the last Prezlocki is dead, and how for some reason, this may be the happiest day of my life, aside from the fact that the rest of their family is coming to kill us." 

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