Bates Motel: Justin Bieber

Chapter 6

   “Three,” Justin counted, taking a puff of his cigarette.

“Brian, just let me go, okay?” Violet whispered soothingly. She most definitely did not want a fight to start.

“Two,” he warned.

Brian looked between the two, and pushed Violet away from him.

“One,” Justin mumbled. “Damn, I was hoping I could punch the shit out of you.”

“Fuck off,” Brian spat, turning away from him. He had the right idea . . . to leave.

“Hm, what was that?” Justin smirked, knowing exactly what Brian said.

Brian stopped and turned around. “I said, fuck o--“

Justin swung his fist and it collided with Brian's jaw, blood falling from his face. “Oh my God!” Violet shouted.

“Shit,” Brian muttered. He held his jaw, balling his hand into a fist to hit Justin back. “Go!” Violet screamed to Brian, pointing to the house. She did not need anyone's parents asking questions. Her and Brian were already gonna have fun with trying to come up with a lie about the giant zombie bite looking thing on his face.

Brian muttered a string of curses and winced every step he took to the house. Violet was actually surprised he listened to her.

“Why did you do that? He let me go!” Violet whisper-yelled.

“C'mon,” Justin chuckled. “You can't possibly think he didn't deserve that shit. He's a douche. If he's your boyfriend, then damn. You are one stupid bitch,” he said, taking one last huff off of his cigarette, before smearing it into the ground with his shoe.

“No, he's not . . . He's not my boyfriend. I have no idea why he was acting like that. He's usually sweet and kinda annoying, but never . . . never like that,” she replied.

Justin shoved his hands in his pockets. “My guess is he's on drugs.”

Violet snapped her head toward him. “Drugs?” She sarcastically laughed. “Brian wouldn't do drugs.” And she knew he wouldn't. They may not have seen each other in a couple of months, but drugs? Really?

“Well, clearly you don't know Brian too well. I'd say steroids. He looks like a linebacker. And steroids are a typical athlete move,” Justin shrugged.

Violet adjusted her stance and pondered for a moment. “I'm sorry you had to see him like that . . . Is your hand okay?” She asked sincerely, nibbling on her lip.

“Yeah,” he said, flexing his left hand. “I'm fine. Get inside. It's cold. See you around,” he said, walking away from her.

-

Once Brian had covered up his bruise-filled face with the typical “I fell” lie, his family finally decided to leave. Violet was in for something else though. Her parents didn't believe Brian one bit, and surely they'd be having a talk.

“So did you punch Brian?” Max asked. “Because holy shit, he's got a big ol' bruise, Vi.”

“No, I didn't punch him. Did you know he does steroids? Well, I mean, I don't know if he does, but he was acting really . . . aggressive and angry. The guy who punched him said he was probably on steroids.”

“Wait, so a guy punched him? What guy?”

“I don't know,” she lied. “Some guy on the street. Brian was basically manhandling me and the guy told him to let me go or he'd punch him. Brian let me go, but he told the guy to . . . fuck off, so he punched him anyway.”

“Damn! That guy is my idol,” he chuckled. “But are you okay?” He said in all seriousness.

“Yeah. Fine. But I don't know what I'm going to tell Mom and Dad.” She couldn't just come out and say that Brian was acting like a dickhead mcspazatron to her and expect it to fly with her parents.

“Tell them exactly what happened. Tell them Brian might be on steroids.”

Violet knew Max was right, but she didn't want Brian to get in trouble, she wanted him to get help.

But he did deserve that punch to the face.