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.


19. Part Three

"So," Justin said as he popped another grape into his mouth. "What do you want to do today?" 

Peyton sighed. She was going through the various anonymous emails that she had received within the past few days, trying to figure out what they meant and who had sent them. Justin had occasionally told her that they meant nothing, as they were only mere threats. And that nothing was really going to happen. She loved him, but she doubted him on that point. 

"Stop acting like today is going to be normal when you know very well that it isn't going to be." She chided. "It's sweet, but I don't want the thoughts of normal stuff in my head right now." 

Justin, now frowning, leaned over the counter top so he was closer to her. "Those emails mean nothing, you know." 

Peyton ignored his gesture and continued to scroll through her email. "They have to mean something." 

With a sigh, Justin ate another grape and slid off the counter. After that, there was an eerie silence, and Peyton realized that he had left the room. She must have been too busy with her computer to notice, which made her feel a little bit guilty. Her eyes darted around the room with bored interest before she grabbed a grape out of the bowl and copied Justin's actions by popping one into her mouth. Normally she wouldn't have eaten grapes, but Justin had left the bowl by her computer and she was too lazy to get up to find something else to eat. 

She continued to lazily read the emails over and over again until she felt Justin's arms around her. Peyton let out a muffled noise of surprise as he flung her over his shoulder. 

"I thought you hated grapes." He chuckled as he made his way to their bedroom. 

Peyton rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see her face. "I do." She mumbled. She felt Justin chuckle again, and a moment later, he was grabbing her waist and setting her down lightly onto the bed. Peyton looked up at him as he hovered over her, smiling like an idiot. She couldn't help but giggle, which only made his smile wider. 

"Do you only like grapes because I was eating them?" Justin raised an eyebrow. "Tell the truth." 

Peyton crossed her arms. "I don't see why this is important." 

Justin shrugged. "It's not," he said. "I just wanted to see if you'd eat a grape. Plus, I don't see why scrolling pointlessly through pointless emails is important either." He added. 

"Well, I ate a grape." She stated, arms still crossed. "And since I'm actually trying to figure out what all of these anonymous texts and emails mean, can I go back to doing that now?" 

"No," Justin whispered into her ear, sending shivers through her body. "I didn't bring you in here to talk about emails and grapes." 

"Oh, is that so? Then what did you want to talk about?" 

Justin placed his lips to her exposed neck and she shivered again. He trailed kisses from that spot all the way to her cheek bone before lifting his head up to look at her. "Nothing." 

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're such a tease." 

He smirked and leaned down again, so their lips almost touched. "So I've been told." 

She pulled him down, wanting nothing more than to stay in that position forever. It was nice for a change. Not having to worry about stupid anonymous texts, calls, and emails, and only having to worry about herself and Justin was a luxury. 

Sadly, that all ended when Ryan burst through the door. Justin pulled away abruptly, flopped over onto the bed next to her, and groaned. She looked down at him sadly before tearing her gaze away and bringing it to Ryan. He was panting, hard, and he held her cell phone out to her. It was beeping really loud. 

As she propped herself up onto her elbows, Ryan said: 

"I was just watching TV and it started beeping like that. It didn't buzz, it just beeped like it was a bomb or something." 

Peyton's mouth parted slightly with astonishment. Her iPhone was brand new, it shouldn't have been malfunctioning like that. Justin leaned up behind her and peeked over her shoulder as she unlocked it. 

A message popped up onto the screen, startling her. Justin placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder to calm her down. 

What a smart observation. Your phone is beeping, as you can probably tell, and it's beeping like a little something that we like to call...a time bomb. You have thirty seconds. Have fun!

A split second later, Justin had ripped the phone out of her hand and threw it at the wall. He grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her out of the bedroom and down the hallway with Ryan close behind them. 

"Chaz!" Peyton yelled. She turned to Justin who had stopped running. "We can't leave without Chaz!" 

Justin shook his head. "We have to leave, Peyton, otherwise we're not going to make it ou-" His sentence was cut short when a flash of blinding white light shot through the room. Peyton could no longer feel Justin's grip on her wrist and she tried to scream--only to find herself being flung across the room. She hit a wall in the hallway with such incredible force that she heard something crack inside of her. 

With a groan, she flopped over onto her side and opened her eyes. The whole wall separating the hallway and the condo had been blown to bits, and the inside of the place was basically piles of ash and charred rubble. She saw someone approaching her with great speed; she held her hands out so they immediately wrapped around his neck when he picked her up. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes. 

"We're alive," Justin said. "We're hurt but we're alive and together." 

"Ryan?" was all she could manage to say. She tried to tighten her grip around his neck, only to experience the most pain she'd ever experienced in her whole life. It was like someone had set her insides on fire, and she was burning her way to death. In other words: it hurt. A lot. 

Justin ran his fingers through her hair gently, calming her down quite a bit. "Ryan's okay. He was basically embedded into the kitchen counter, but he's alright. I told him to get the car ready." 

She nodded. A shot of pain ran through her again as he started walking down the steps to the lobby. This time, she let the tears fall. Even though she wanted to be strong for Justin, it was impossible when her insides felt like a bonfire. 

"Your arm is broken," Justin explained, trying to be as gentle as he could when he walked. "I can tell because one arm is hanging on to my neck for dear life, cutting off the circulation, and the other one is very limp. We're all going to the hospital to get fixed up, okay?" He added when she let out a strangled cry. "Don't worry baby, we're going to be fine. You're going to be fine."

They had reached the lobby, and Peyton could hear all kinds of voices and police alarms. She placed one ear on Justin's chest, forcing herself to open her eyes to look around. It was crowded. There were police officers everywhere, as well as the building employees and committee. A police officer that had been standing by the doors, doing nothing, straightened up when Justin approached him, which made Peyton's eyes fly shut. 

"I'm going to have to ask you to stop right there." The officer had an unusually high voice. But it still sounded like an older man's voice would 

"Look, I don't have anything to do with the blowing up part of this. I just have to get my girlfriend to the hospital, so if you'll excuse me," Justin tried to push his way past the officer, with no luck. 

"And how am I supposed to believe you, Bieber?" 

At that moment, Peyton peeked her eyes open again. The officer standing in front of her was about as tall as Justin, a little taller, with the beginnings of a beard, and a mischevious glint in his dark brown eyes. He regarded Peyton with a smirk that was somewhat recognizable. 

"Well you wouldn't blow up your own condo and break your girlfriend's arm--if you had one--would you?" Justin asked lazily. The officer raised an eyebrow. 

"I suppose not." He said. "You may go." 

Justin scowled at the man before turning around. As he turned, however, Peyton caught a glimpse of the back of the officers jacket. It had iron on letters scrawled across it that read the last name that made Peyton want to throw up every time she heard someone say it. 


Hastily, she re-positioned herself in Justin's arms. "Justin?" 

"Yeah? Does your arm hurt? Don't worry, we're almost to the car." 

"No, it's fine." She insisted. "I was just wondering if you saw that officer's jacket?" 

"I didn't." Justin said. "Why? Was his last name annoying?" 

"You could say that." 

Justin chuckled, shifting her in his arms as if she were getting heavy, but she knew that to someone with such strong arms, that she weighed about as much as a toothpick. She sighed before deciding to bring her arms down from his neck. She cradled her broken one as if it were a new born child. 

A moment later, they had reached the car. Justin placed Peyton down in the back seat, so she could lay down if she needed to. Ryan sat in the passenger seat, and Justin was going to be driving. He stuck the keys into the ignition and the car roared to life. 

Peyton decided to take one more look out the window before they left, and what was waiting outside scared the living hell out of her. 

It was Colton. Leaning up against a car that was parked about fifteen feet away from them, waving at her. She closed her eyes and opened them again--and just like that, he was gone. Her breathing was becoming more fast pace, as she was starting to freak out. 

"Justin, Ryan, I think I'm starting to hallucinate. You'd better drive fast." She said, her heart beating at a rapid pace. 

Justin held up his hand to signal her to calm down. And then he said: 

"Don't worry. I saw him, too." 


OHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOODDDDD. COLTONNNNNNNNNN. alskfjlasjg;alksjgoweij;wojgsl;gajslasdj! 

Oh, I'm back guys. ;) (and when I said that Colton was dead for good, maybe I lied just a little bit...)

And here's Part Three, in celebration of 100 FANS♥♥♥ You guys are amazing, I never would've thought that I'd reach 100 fans, but I did, and it's because of you guys! Your support always makes me smile and encourages me to keep writing. It's amazing. So is the fact that I have over 100 favorites on my three movellas in this series♥ YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY THE BEST, I CAN'T EVEN EXPLAIN IT. 

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