I Still Need You (Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Part 18²

Hey guys! How are you? I'm SO, SO SOrry for the very long wait! I know, I'm on vacation and I have all the time in the world but I was with zero imagination for this chapter. Hope is long enough to replace the time I lost here! I wrote a new fanfic (this time a Harry Styles fanfic), and is called 'Surprised Feeling'. Go check it out for me please?

Well, enjoy!

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Camila's P.O.V.

The moment Alicia pulled that knife; I knew I was in deep trouble. Like real deep trouble. She wouldn't wait another moment to stab me. She grabbed my face and pulled backwards, touching the knife on my neck. "You think you can everything, don't ya? Well, who's on the top now?" She said, pulling my hair and making me look in her very blue eyes that were with a very angry look. She grabbed the knife and started passing in my arm, not making a deep hurt, but hurting me anyway, and I screamed in pain. When I looked down, I saw so much blood coming out of the hurt, that I started panicking and screaming. "We could call Justin right now, don't you think?" She asked, looking at me smirking. I screamed more, and with that she laughed and called him.

Before anyone could say a word, I manage to say "J-Justin! D-Don't come h-here! She will h-hurt you! She w-will t-try to kill yo-", but I couldn't finish, because Alicia finished the call and walked close to me, looking dead at me in the eyes, before kicking my chair, making me fall on the floor, on the side of that arm. I screamed in more pain, and she just looked at me and laughed. "I never told you do say anything, bitch." She said looking at me with 'happy' eyes (seeing I was hurt it was fun to her, I can tell.) and got out of the room, closing the door behind her and leaving me alone in my pain.

Justin's P.O.V.

"What the fuck was that?" Macaia screamed, jumping off the couch and walking slowly at me, worry in her eyes. I couldn’t answer. All that I could think was: Camila is hurt. Camila is hurt. Camila is fucking hurt! Maria Clara clapped her hands in front of me to get my attention, so I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at her. "Camila is in trouble Macaia. We need to find her. Now." I said, walking back to the kitchen and grabbing my car keys and a first aid. I knew now Camila was going to need it. "I'll call the girls. We will go to the police and we'll grab a ambulance to her. You just need to text me the address, okay?" She asked, grabbing her keys and Blackberry and walking closer to me, she grabbed my hand. "I know you're scared, I'm scared too. But right now we need to be stronger for her. Everything will be alright Justin. Now go find your girlfriend! She needs you more that you need her!" She said, squeezing my hand and walking away to her car, not giving me the chance to say anything. Well, one thing she sure was wrong: I need her way more than she needs me, I'm sure.

I got out and jumped on the driver seat of my Range Rover, starting the car. I grabbed my cell phone and called Alicia's number, not waiting too much to her to pick up. "Hey babe. Missing me already?" She asked, in her high pitched tone. Her voice fuck annoys me. "Really? No. But I need to know where you are. Tell me." I said, speaking angrily, not wanting to wait another moment. "Is not that easy, you know. You need to be cool to me. After all, I just talked with her. No big deal." She said, like stabbing Camila was a normal thing she would do every day. "It is a big deal for people who have a heart, Alicia. Now tell me where you are." I screamed. "Calm down, calm down. We're in the same place you thought we would be. 86 West with 111th Street." She said. She was in her grandmother's old house? Why in the world she was there? "I'm coming. Give me some minutes." I said, already finishing the call and calling Macaia.

"Hey. Location?" She asked. "86 West with 111th Street. Is a 10 minute drive from here, because we live in the 21 West with 97th Street. Where are you?" I asked, already driving to Alicia's grandmother's old house. I went there once, but that was before her grandmother take a trip to Mexico, I think, and never come back, leaving the apartment here. "I'm with Tayla, but in the street of Destiny's. Then we'll go to the police. Give me at least 30 minutes. Can you handle?" She asked while speaking something to Tayla. "Yeah, that's good. Bye." I said, finishing the call and turning of the car on the street. It was an old building, and you can barely see any lights coming out of here. I hope Camila is fine.

Camila's P.O.V.

I'm still on the ground. How nice! You can note my sarcasm. Even with still a little pain on my arm, I still can’t give up on my sense of humor. That's incredible! I heard Alicia talk with Justin on the phone, so he must be near. Thank God.

I hear someone knock on the window. I look there and saw Justin's head. What the fuck he's doing there? I was going to talk something, but he made me that universal gest of 'silence!’ I only nod and let him do what he wants. 3 minutes later I hear someone knock on the door, and I found myself hearing Justin's voice a little time later (just because I have nothing to do, doesn't mean I'll count the minutes. I'm not that crazy).

It didn't take 5 seconds, and the door to my room was opened. Justin was coming in, worry in his eyes, and Alicia was behind him, with her knife on her hand, behind Justin's back. I, on the position I was, didn't knew what she was planning, because I couldn't quite see everything from down here.

"Get her up." Alicia said to Justin, who was still checking my body to see if I was okay. He walked closer and grabbed the chair from the floor, getting me up. I screamed a little, because my arm was already fine in the position I was, and now he’s not. Justin looked at my arm, and then screamed to Alicia “Why did you hurt her?”, getting close to me. This is not going to be cool.

“Why? You want to know why? I hate her Justin. I fucking hate her. She is in the middle of our relationship Justin, can’t you see? She’s the reason we’re not together!” She screamed, getting closer to us. Oh boy… I hope Justin’s have some plan B, because this one is not going good.  Alicia walked closer and closer, until she was in front of Justin that was in front of me. She pushed Justin and got behind me, with the knife on my neck.

“Drop that knife Alicia. Camila’s not our problem. I don’t want to know about you anymore. We’re done. It wasn’t’ Camila’s fault, so you don’t need t-“Justin was saying, when Alicia screamed “Yes, it was her fault. And when she will be gone, it will be nothing on our way, isn’t that amazing?”   She was pressing the knife harder on my neck, and it was starting to hurt. “J-Justin…” I tried to say, but was failing, because my air was beginning to fail too. “J-Judtin1” I tried to scream, but the blood was already dropping on my T-Shirt.

The last thing I saw was Justin dropping Alicia o the ground and someone screming.

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