Kidnapped by Justin Bieber

Chapter 24

I sat on the bus couch watching tv. It would take us another 24 hours until we got back to LA. At least I had Chaz with me. We have been on this bus for the past week and, shockingly, not a lot has happened other then me spraining my ankle from tripping over a bottle of shampoo and Chaz and I becoming a couple.

Oh yeah, Chaz and I are dating now. He asked me yesterday to be his girlfriend and since Justin and I are broken up, I thought 'why not?'. Besides, Chaz is sweet, caring and he would never hurt me. Sure there have been times when I acted like a bitch but I'm 14, I am a girl, and I have hormones. Don't cross me.

"Hey Gracelyn?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want something to eat? Drink? Kiss?"

"Yeah I'll-wait kiss? What do you think I'm some little 14 year old slut? Do you think I want to kiss you when you ask? I'm not some little slut alright! Did you think I was? You know what happens when you don't think what I want you to think!"

I told you that I have hormones. Although I have raging hormones, I'm becoming a dictator around here. I boss Chaz around because I can, even though he's sweet. There is no authority above me. I make the rules. I guess I've become a diva. Oh, well, what are ya gonna do?

"Chaz, go get me some Advil, my ankle hurts. And if you don't hurry, I'll beat your little ass!"

He quickly got up and ran to the cabinet to get the Advil. He came back a minute later with the Advil and a glass of water. I put a fake smile on my face, grabbed the water and Advil, put the Advil on the coffee table, and dumped the water on his head. He looked at me with the 'what the hell look?', but I just smiled.

"The water was too warm and you forgot to grab me my burnt ointment!"

"But you never asked about the-"

"Burn ointment! I know I didn't but you are my boyfriend and you have to remember or remind me when I have to change it! Stand up!"

"Please no! I will remember next time, I-"

"Stand up now!"

He stood up and I got up too. I walked over to a drawer and opened it revealing a bottle of vinegar. Chaz HATES vinegar. I do to, but I can stand the smell of it so he doesn't know I hate it. I poured a glass to the rim with vinegar and hobbled back over to him. I spilled a little on the carpet but not too much.

"Drink it."

"No come on babe! We can talk this through!"

"No we can't. Not until you drink ALL of this vinegar!"

He grabbed the glass and was hesitant at first but then he began to chug it down. He slowed down halfway through the glass so I tilted the bottom so the vinegar would go down his throat. When he finished, his eyes were bloodshot and he looked green. I realized what the green meant and I ran into my bed to hide from the explosion that was about to happen in the living room.

(Justin's Point Of View)

I tip-toed out of bed and walked out of the room. I grabbed my phone and called Chaz. I needed to check up on Gracelyn. We are still together even though Selena is a psycho bitch. I dialed Chaz and waited before he picked up.

"Hey Chaz."

"Oh, hey Justin! I didn't expect a call from you dude. So how you doin man?"

"Pretty shitty. Hey so, um, how's Gracie?"

"Oh she, uh, is..............peachy!"

"Uh huh, and you aren't hurting her or dating her are you? Because if I come back and see a ring on her finger, or even you two dating, I will beat you to shit. And you know I can!"

"Yeah, uh, man. About the dating situation.............don't get mad at me, but we're dating."

My heart broke. I couldn't believe that I had lost her. Maybe not for good, but right now. She's not mine anymore. She is Chaz's girl!

"Oh."

"Sorry man but she said yeah and I thought you two were broken up?"

"We......uh........were. We are. Yeah, we're broken up. Listen man, I gotta go. I gotta deal with the bitch."

"Selena? Yo man, I thought you two broke up dog!"

"Yeah I did too. Gotta go."

I hung up the phone. Thoughts raced through my mind faster than I could blink. When I finally got my head under control, I realized what I had to do. It wouldn't be that bad, considering I have killed complete strangers and even Niall Horan and this psychopath Selena Gomez will probably be easier, but it feels weird having to kill my ex.

I planned out how I was going to do it while I walked in her/our room. I had to do it while she was asleep or else it wouldn't work. I grabbed some gloves from my duffel bag and then a knife. I tip-toed over to the bed and grabbed her head. One moment later, she was dead. I breathed heavily thinking what this meant.

I could be with Gracelyn now.

I grabbed a tissue and wiped away the blood from the knife. I stuffed the gloves and knife in my duffel bag and ran out of her house faster than a lightning bolt. I got in my limo and told the driver to step on it.

I was going back to Gracelyn the sweet, kind girl who always put others before herself.

(Gracelyn's Point Of View)

"What did I tell you about rubbing my ointment in circles! It's up and down, Chaz!"

It was 7:00and we would be reaching my house in an hour. I wanted to change the gauze one last time before we got there. Chaz insisted of changing the gauze and putting the ointment on my stomach.

"Do you want me to do this or not?"

"No! I don't want you touching my severely burnt stomach! It's my stomach and I like to put the cream on myself!"

I grabbed the bottle of ointment, put some on my hand, and started rubbing it up and down.

"How much did you put on Chaz? It feels like its almost empty!"

"Sorry Miss. Diva Queen!"

I slapped him across the face. Hard.

"Don't call me a diva! Ever!"

I continued to rub the ointment for a few more minutes and then I put clean gauze on.

"Go get me some water."

"What's the magic word?"

"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh! Please!"

He got up and walked over to the kitchen part of the bus. I have to say, Chaz is nice and all, but he isn't really my type. He lets me boss him around but I need someone who could control me. One example, Justin. Justin. Justin! Oh my god! I broke up with him! I broke up with Justin Bieber even though he might have been one of the best people that has ever come into my life!

"Chaz! Give me your phone!"

"Why not use yours?"

"Because Justin took mine! Now give me your damn phone!"

He dug into his, shockingly, large pockets and pulled out an iPhone five. When he handed it over to me I immediately began scrolling down his contact list. Under the B's names was Justin Bieber. I taped his name and hit call. It rang for a minute but he never answered.

So what happened after I called?

I cried.