Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 29

Justin

I hurried after Heidi, who was just about to leave, Beck was almost there with her. The motherfucker was fast and to be honest, I think she'll talk to him rather than me. I may be her best friend, but the bond she had with her twin brother couldn't compare to our friendship. But that's probably because they've been together since they were in the womb. By the way, I'd never heard of her mother.

"Heidi, calm down first!" Beck tried to calm her down as she stumbled along.

She turned and glared at him, even I would have been frightened by that look, her eyes were daggers instead of pupils. "I lied to someone I care about, Beck!"

"More than one person you care about." I crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow. I was hurt and shocked at how much she had hidden from me. I knew Heidi, she was an open book when it came to general stuff, but she was closed and secretive when it came to her past, especially when it included Beck.

Heidi looked at me, tears of guilt glistening in her eyes. "Justin, I can explain."

I raised an eyebrow. "Prove it."

She sighed deeply and bit her lip. "Let's sit down and talk somewhere, but not here."

Beck nodded and pulled her by the wrist and hugged her. She clung to him, I could hear her sigh as she pressed her head against the crook of his neck. He rubbed her back and then looked at me.

"We'll meet at the McDonald's at the end of the street. It's not really safe here yet." He said tensely.

I felt a bit of panic flare up inside me and started to run quickly to the car, with which I wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. It really wasn't a nice thought that gangs were lurking around here in the dark and could attack us at any time.

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As I parked, I saw Beck's Mustang pull into the parking space next to me and opened the car door. I walked towards the brightly lit McDonald's and went in. My stomach was growling and I could really use some McNuggets right now. I went to the counter and ordered just that with a vanilla shake. There was no one here because it was really late and technically already Monday.

As they handed me my food, I walked over to one of the tables, plopped down on the bench, and began to hastily stuff the fries into my mouth. I groaned as I savored the taste of the nuggets and milkshake. I saw Heidi and Beck come in and immediately head to the counter. Beck pulled out his wallet and signaled to his younger sister that he would pay for her.

Beck and Heidi were only 21, Beck was only five minutes older, but even so, he sometimes exaggerated because he thought Heidi couldn't defend herself. But still, this girl could fend for herself.

They grabbed their food and came over to me. They sat next to each other across from me and Heidi took a bite of her burger while Beck took a sip of his Coke.

Heidi sighed. "Well, I think it would make sense if we start at the very beginning. You already know my real last name."

"My name is Beck Escobar and she is Heidi Escobar." Beck interrupted. "But our father recommended that we change our name."

"Your father? I've never heard of your father, Heidi." I interjected, looking piercingly at my best friend, who was nibbling on her burger.

"His name is Willy Escobar, we don't know who our mother is. Our father told us that it was a European prostitute that he impregnated when she came to the States. That's where our light skin comes from, since both of our parents had fairly light skin. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with her, but he wanted us. He paid her so he could have us. She went back to wherever she came from. We actually only grew up with our father and our Uncle Ricky." Heidi explained, her eyes never leaving the burger in front of her nose.

Suddenly I felt for them, their mother was a prostitute. A woman who sold herself for money and in the end didn't even want them.

Heidi continued, "Our father was always busy, he was on his cell phone all the time and countless people wanted to reach him and he talked to them. He tried to keep it from us because he didn't want us to know what he was involved in. But eventually we found out." She shrugged.

"Beck and I were often a kind of target for other kids in our neighborhood because we were white and went to a good school, so we were bullied every day. We were either ignored or harassed all the time. Beck would always defend me then." She leaned her head against Beck's shoulder and he kissed the top of her head. "Our father made a lot of money. When we were fifteen, he explained to us how he made a lot of money. And that he had made so many enemies. You know, our father has important drug cartels in Colombia, Mexico, El Salvador and also in the USA. That's why our father was also quite wealthy, he sent us to a school where mostly white children and mostly those with rich parents went. He always wanted us to do well in school so that we could get ahead and become something better than him. He didn't want us to follow in his footsteps. Unfortunately, we grew up in a pretty rough and not particularly advantageous area, something was always holding us back, after all, we always had a few kids on our backs picking on us. So Beck and I had to learn how to defend ourselves too." She rubbed his shoulder. "It was just that our father was like a kind of final boss, he had a lot of enemies, and he competed with other gangs that sold drugs and ran the sex trade. But our father and his gang basically ruled the whole Los Angeles area. When the shit started and the threat got bigger, he wanted us to stay with our uncle because they were after him and he didn't want us to get involved."

"So you're saying that your father was a drug lord who had many chains of stores in the States, Mexico and Colombia?" I asked.

"And El Salvador, my father was caught there. And once you're caught, you're caught. For life." She bit her lip. "God, our dad, he was incredible. Behind all the tattoos, the threats, the big words, he was a good father. He made sure we had everything we wanted. He threatened that he would kill us if we ever ended up on the streets like he did. But..." she bit her lower lip again. "...we never had a choice but to learn how to fight. We'd either be in a coma or just have a few wounds."

"And Heidi kicked their asses so much, all the guys were really scared of her." Beck laughed softly, teasing his sister slightly which made me smile, but my heart was full of pity. They both had such a hard life.

"Me? I'm pretty sure it was you who got into more fights in one month than I have in all those years. My brother here was the best fighter. He may look like a pussy, but he's far from it. Muhammad Ali would have some tough competition here." She winked and Beck shook her head. "It was about two years ago, Thanksgiving, we were at our uncle's house and our aunt was preparing everything. Turkey, ham, and all the trimmings you can think of. But that night..." she shuddered. "

That's when everything changed."

I put my milkshake on the table and listened carefully, not asking what she meant because she would tell me. But she had to put it into words first without stumbling over it the whole time.

"Our dad got into this stupid territory war with that idiot Carlos and his gang. His father pulled the thing off and everyone assumed Carlos would eventually inherit everything, leadership and all. But that's just a side note." She took a deep breath. "Things got uglier and uglier over the course of a few months. It was harmless at first, just a few dangers or fights, nothing major. But then, as time went on... there were several shootings and robberies. My father knew they were after him, but my father was, is, and will always be the best criminal who ever lived. He knew where to hide, he knew how to defend himself, and his gang was much bigger than the others. But he didn't think they would shoot our uncle and kill him like that." Her voice broke and Beck put an arm around her shoulder.

"Our father immediately took us to a hideout, a mansion in a valley where we sometimes went in the summer. He let us go to different schools and paid whatever the tuition cost. Money was never our concern. Our Uncle Ricky died in the hospital early on a Friday morning, we were still asleep, and that's when our father got the call." She rubbed her eyes. "When my father heard of his brother's death, he knew he had to act fast. He started leaving a carefully planned trail for the police so that they would be on the scene, close to my father's hideout. However, we had no idea what our father was doing. We went to school in this valley and if we had only known, we would have intervened immediately." She said seriously, swallowing the lump in her throat as she continued. "My father worked a bit like in Hansel and Gretel, planning his imprisonment. He received too many threats from the rival gang. Carlos' father's, Hector's crew. He knew they were looking for a way to destroy him and take over his territory."

"Wait, so the whole war was just because both gangs wanted this land?!" I asked incredulously.

Heidi smiled weakly. "That's what the gangs always fight for, Justin."

I remained silent and felt stupid for even asking such a question, I knew absolutely nothing about these gangs or the mafias. The only thing I knew that might have had something to do with it was Grand Theft Auto.

"Hector wanted to defeat my father, which was really impossible and still is, he is invincible. He wanted to wipe out all the gang members and murder my father so he could become the boss. But my father is too fair to give him that satisfaction, because he could do what Hector wanted. He could kill all the gang members in a millisecond. One phone call and they were all dead. But my father knew that they didn't want to defeat him directly." She took a deep breath.

"Hector wanted to destroy him by killing you two, didn't he?" I asked urgently.

Heidi and Beck nodded. "The police think Dad was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and the rival gang just thinks he was too cocky and made a mistake in covering his tracks. But what they didn't know is that our father sacrificed himself and led the cops right to him. So he made a kind of deal, since drugs were involved he could go to prison for the next twenty years." Beck finished the story.

"So that's why you changed your last names?" I asked.

There was no point in it all now, they were just hiding. To protect themselves and those they loved. They weren't secretive and shady. They just had to be careful.

Heidi nodded. "Our father made sure we had enough money to survive for years. He paid my and Beck's college tuition and gave us room and board. He ordered, no, begged us to change our names. He knew they would come looking for us while he was locked up, since there was no way in. Beck and I? We were easy prey."

My eyes widened and the two of them looked at me. I could see how scared and vulnerable they both were. They had lost their father because he deliberately let himself be locked up so the twins could live. He did what any parent would do, give life for their children.

This man, Willy Escobar, he loved his children more than his own life. They were his world, all that mattered. He took them from their whore mother and raised them. He gave them everything and that was his mistake, and he had to pay for it.

"I didn't tell Liam because I just couldn't. Beck and I made a pact once that we would only tell others about each other if it was going to be permanent. That way we were careful. Beck and I are easy targets and so is anyone close to us. They haven't touched us, not in years, but that doesn't mean the danger is over," she whispered.

"The only reason I'm going to USC is because our father knew that Dean and that man owed our father something. So he made a deal. He was supposed to take me into the school and not treat me like I was the goddamn son of a drug lord and the debt would be forgotten." Beck added.

Heidi grinned up at Beck. "Hey, you would have gone to school anyway, Becks, you had the highest GPA in the class! I was lucky to have a decent ass and be able to move my hips, Julliard would have been a dream for me."

Beck shrugged. "You're a talented dancer, Heids, you deserve the spotlight at school and hell, you deserve to tour with Justin Bieber too."

I smiled at the twins. Those twins, they were battered, they were fighters, but you could see the obvious love between them.

"Now you know my whole story." She looked at Beck. "Well, our story." She corrected herself.

"Wait, I want to know something about this Carlos. You cheated on him? With his sister?"

Heidi groaned and Beck laughed. "In my defense, that boy was fucking amazing in bed. But yes, I cheated on him with his sister. He was also known for cheating on his girlfriends though and I was just one of many girls by his side. But it didn't bother me, I wasn't really dating him and I didn't want to be. I always had my toys or fuck buddies." She grinned.

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "What the hell?!"

Heidi bit her lip, embarrassed. "In high school, I admit, I was a total slut. I hung out with all kinds of people, just for one night. I never had a single boyfriend or girlfriend, and if I did, they were all dicks and it didn't last long. That's why Liam is so different. Either I was being followed by those shitty white boys with the polo shirts, golf shorts and way too much confidence who were robbing Daddy's credit card, or it was the gang members." She held up a few fingers in the air and counted them.

I just closed my eyes because I was really scared that they would soon be gone. "Holy shit, Heidi!" I just said.

She groaned in annoyance. "I know, I know! I really did have a few in my luggage, a few lots, and a pretty severe sex addiction, but I've changed. I don't just fuck my way around anymore, in fact I don't fuck at all anymore. I have my standards and I'm an independent woman who has better things to do than that."

I shook my head and Beck laughed. "I don't think I was better, I could hardly button my pants." He laughed.

Heidi snorted. "You still can't, pansexual."

Beck turned around and stuck his tongue out at her. "Whatever, bisexual."

I chuckled at the teasing twins.

"But what are you going to do about Liam now?"

Heidi sighed deeply and shrugged her shoulders. "What am I supposed to do? He doesn't want anything to do with me and if he won't even give me the chance to explain, there's no point in pining after him. He said what he needed to say and I left him alone."

"So you're just going to give up? Just because of that? I thought you really liked him!" I shouted.

She sighed and tilted her head. "Justin, it doesn't matter what I feel, why should I even try to mourn him if he doesn't want me to mourn him. I'd just look like an idiot running in circles. Why should I ask someone for forgiveness if they don't want to forgive."

I wanted to reply but then my phone vibrated and it was a message from the person I had been dancing too close to not even two hours ago.

Liam is at his limits, he's throwing things around and everything. -Zee

A picture was below of a hotel room, there were clothes on the floor and I could see broken pieces of a vase.

I sighed and looked at Heidi, who looked at me briefly questioningly.

"Is it your wifey?"

"Your what?" asked Beck.

There is something between the two of them. It's best to leave him alone, everything will be OK. –Justin