Bates Motel: Justin Bieber

Chapter 9

    Justin leaned against the tree, pulling out his box of cigarettes and a lighter. “Want one?” He spoke, his words muffled with the cigarette hanging from his mouth. Violet shook her head. “I was born here. Seen it all. But this tree was where my best friend hung himself,” he said calmly, staring at the sky.

“Oh my gosh,” Violet whispered. “I'm sorry . . .”

“No biggie . . . Other people have killed themselves here too. Not all hangings. Some shot themselves,” he shrugged, poking his finger into one of the bullet holes in the tree trunk. “Some slit their own throats,” he mimicked cutting his throat with his finger and chuckled. “Some even climbed the tree and jumped off of it, breaking their neck . . . Anyway, all of them had the same suicide note. Diabolus voluit defuissem,” he spoke deliciously, the words rolling off his tongue.

“I failed the Devil's wish. It's Latin,” he grinned. “I have to admit, that's pretty dope.”

Violet scrunched her nose. She thought what he said was all a joke. She thought it was pretty strange that people would kill themselves at a single tree.“You're lying. None of this happened.”

Justin pushed off of the tree he was leaning on and walked to the tree Violet was leaning against. Trapping her with his arms, he said, “You calling me a liar, sweetheart?”

“N-No,” she whispered against the wind.

Justin smirked, playing with a strand of her hair, before stepping away. “Good . . . because I'd have to be more twisted than I already am to make that shit up.”

Violet shuffled on her feet.

“There's good memories here too, ones you'd probably not want to here.”

“Why not?” She whispered.

“Well, I've fucked a few chicks against that tree,” he smirked. “Still do.”

Violet blushed, looking down. She'd never met someone as blunt as him. Except maybe Erin, one of her good friends back in her old town.

“Anyways, I didn't bring you here to fuck you against a tree,” he grinned, grabbing onto a branch above him. He pulled himself up before going even higher.

She eyed him before realizing what he was doing. “I'm not climbing this tree,” she shouted loud enough for him to hear at the height he was at.

“Suit yourself, babe. Just wait until the wolves get you, your ass will be climbin then!”

Violet quickly looked around and hopped onto a branch and pulled herself up just as Justin did. She definitely wasn't one to climb trees in her free time.

“I'm gonna fall!” she squealed.

“Don't die on me now,” Justin grinned, sitting on the highest branch.

Once Violet got as high as Justin, he pulled her into his lap, so she wouldn't fall. “How do you expect us to get down?”

“I don't know, I've never climbed this high before,” he chuckled. Violet turned around and smacked him. “Kidding.”

“Asshole,” she muttered. She started to relax when she realized she wasn't even supposed to be out. “What time is it?”

Justin pulled out his phone. “Shit, it's eleven forty-five. We gotta go,” he mumbled, shoving his phone back in his pocket. Justin climbed down a branch, each time helping Violet.

“Let's go,” he said, pulling her hand. Once they made it to his truck, Violet hopped inside and Justin sped off.

“What happens at midnight?”

“Fucked up shit happens,” he spoke. “Don't worry about it.”

Well, of course she was gonna worry about it now . . .

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Pulling up to Violet's driveway, Justin parked, but kept the car running.

“Bye, Justin,” she whispered.

“Later,” he mumbled without making eye contact. He just kept tapping the steering wheel with his middle finger. Violet had thought she'd done something to make him mad. But she hopped out of his truck, and headed inside.

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