Don't Play With Me // A Zendaya {and Justin Bieber} Fanfiction

Thirty Three

*Zendaya's POV*

"Hold up." I spoke utterly confused. "'Couldn't'?"

"Yeah..." She started. "Uhm, well after the incident, I was taken away by the ambulance and taken to the hospital. There, I was revived and stayed there for a few days so I could sort of make a recovery. Once those days were over, my dad demanded that himself, my mum and I had to move away..."

"But that doesn't make sense? Why would he want to leave?" I interrupted her.

"Look, i'm not going to sugar coat it but to be real here...My dad never really liked you..."

"Oh well thats just great." I rolled my eyes sarcastically.

"Anyway, he kind of, sort of blammed you for whatever happened that day." She spoke, head down, playing with her hands.

My eyes widened as she finished her sentence.

"What the actual fuck?! Are you kidding me?"

I couldn't even believe it. He would blame me?! This must be some sick joke? I love Bella with all my heart, I would never do anything to hurt her! This is unbelieveable.

"Ha, no. You see as I had just regained consciousness, I overheard my dad talking to my mum... To get to the point, I heard him say something about how the only reason I was in the hospital is because you shot me."

"But I got shot too? Does he think I would shoot myself?" The idea of her father thinking I would do all this was absoluetly bizarre. "Where would I even get a gun from?" I asked her, getting sidetracked.

"That's exactly what I asked him, and don't freak out or anything but he said you would have one because you're in a gang."

"What!? First of all, I am not in a gang and second of all, he would assume that i'm in a gang and have a gun because i'm black?"

"You're biracial, but that's beside the point. He didn't know you got shot in the first place, he prejudicely predicted that you didn't get shot or try to help me whatsoever."

"I'm trying to take this in as much as I can. So, your dad thought I shot you, so ya'll left the country?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"But I still don't understand why you couldn't contact me or anything. Dude, I thought you were dead"

"I'm sorry, Z. My dad created very strict rules to guarantee I couldn't make contact with you and when I tried to reason, like argue that you didn't shoot me, he wouldn't value what I was saying or even consider it."

"So how did you get back here?"

"Well, this isn't a fullproof plan or anything. But dad said mum and I could come back and stay for a few weeks. He had strict rules to mostly stay indoors and make no contact with anybody, which kind of defeats the whole purpose of coming here, but I never expected to run into that easily. When the week are over, I'll have to think of something because I really don't want to go back. I've missed you a lot, Z."

"I missed you too, every single day."

I embraced her in a tight hug, still trying to take in the story Bella's selling me.

"But, how did you recognise him, almost instantaneously?" I asked Bella as we parted from the hug.

"I could recognise his eyes, that was the only thing I could see, through all that black clothing. I stared right into them."

"When I saw you the first time, jogging down the road, why did you run away?" I had an infinite amount of questions I wanted to ask but I knew I had to limit myself.

"My parents practically brainwashed me to think you were a bad person, but in my heart I knew the real you. When I saw you for the first time in like 2 years, honestly, I was extremely nervous. I knew you'd be mad and I knew you'd have questions, I just didn't know if I was ready to answer them."

"I'm grateful that you're telling me the truth. I'm sorry I doubted you."

She pulled me into a accept hug.

"It's ok." She whispered.

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I haven't posted in a while so I decided that I'd post 2 chapters. Enjoy x