Orphaned (Justin Bieber)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7
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Justin's POV

Maybe I should check on the girl. It's been five days since I've left her up in that room and it leaves me to ponder what state she's in. Probably not in tip top shape after not having a decent meal for quite some time. Dante, being Dante, decided to give her some water a day or two ago, so she's probably okay.

Then again, he had been saying that she didn't look to good. He had continuously begged me to let him go check on her, although I denied all of his requests, knowing that he'd probably get attached if he resumed paying her daily visits.

Dante is the kind of person who gets attached way to easily. Especially when it comes to girls. but thats just the way he is. Plus, she needed to learn her lesson. I'm not going to simply let her disrespect me without a consequence. That's just not going to be excepted by me nor any one of the other gang members. They're all ruthless, merciless killer who are willing to take out whomever they please. Even Dante, if he gets riled up enough.

Five days without access to food will be a lesson well learned. Probably. Since she is going to be staying here for a bit, she can't think it's alright to go around disobeying and ignoring my requests. That's simply not acceptable.

Everyone who knows me is aware that it is not the brightest idea to anger me in anyway, especially the guys.

But, I guess that I should go make sure the girls not dead. Only because Dante refuses to shut up about her. Its always Maeve this, or Maeve that. His annoying ass is getting on my last nerve.

With a soft sigh, I slid off of the couch. "Where you goin' man?" Ryan questioned me, raising a brow. He was slumped on the couch, arms resting over his chest. Darius also shifted his gaze to me while he sat up straighter.

"Just to go check on the girl." I stated with a light sigh. They both nodded, Ryan shooting me a two finger wave and Darius muttering a short 'alright' while once again leaning back into the couch cushion, sniffing and crossing his arms over his broad, wide chest chest. I turned away from them and slipped towards the staircase, before trudging up the steep steps, muttering quietly under my breath. I gradually made my way towards the room where the girl was currently locked up, not in any rush to see how she was.

She's probably fine, just hungry.

I wrapped my hand around the cold metal doorknob and pulled it open. Almost instantly, a retched stench was wafted into my nostrils. "Oh fuck," I coughed out, bringing a hand up to pinch my nose. My eyes were literally burning as I scrunched up my face in disgust. "What the hell...?" I hissed out nasally. Through slightly blurred vision, my eyes scanned the room, freezing when they landed on the barely moving body of the girl. "Shit." I hastily scrambled over to where she lay, nearly motionless.

Her face was pale, almost white, although her cheeks were flushed a vivid red. There were prominent dark blue and purple bags settled beneath her closed eyes. Weak, shaky breathes barely managed to make it through her parted, dry lips.

"Hey, Maeve," I lightly tapped her cheek, immediately noticing how hot they were. A weak, hoarse groan slipped from her mouth as her closed eyes screwed together tightly. "Come on, wake up." I insisted, carefully, combing her ratty hair from her face. She whimpered, turning her face away from me. "Fine. Don't wake up." I muttered, licking my lips.

She obviously needed a good cleaning. Yeah. I'll give her a bath. "Okay..." I drawled, looking up at her restrained hands, bound to the bed post by the thick rope. I struggled to untie the sturdy knot, but eventually managed to get her hands free. "Oh man." I cringed, noticing how her wrists had been rubbed raw to the pint where they had fairly deep and evident cuts and burns.