Orphaned (Justin Bieber)

Chapter 14

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Maeve's POV

Fucking fucker mother fucking shit headed.

Again.

This is the second damn time that someone has interfered with my escape! How rude.

"Fuck off, Jason." I growled out in utter annoyance. Who the fuck does he think he is? He ain't my daddy. I ain't got no daddy. And I don't need no fucking daddy. I mean, if anything, Justin would probably be my daddy because he was the one who just plucked me off the street and took me in and attempted to take care of me...

No, bad Maeve! Hell no, ain't nobody my daddy.

Moving on now.

"Can't do that, princess." He sighed dramatically in my ear, his lips nearly touching my cheek at the close proximity of our faces. I attempted to add a bit of distance, though his grip merely held my body flush against his. I ignored the slight burning in my abdominal area as his arms tightened their grip around my body.

Shit, falling down a flight of stairs was not fun.

"The hell you can't," I bit back in a rather irritated tone as I gave a slight wiggle, ceasing my movements as a flood of pain shot through me once again, and i had to scrunch my face up and bite down roughly on my tongue to keep myself from releasing any unnecessary sounds. This boy is honestly getting on my last nerves. "Why do you even want me to stay. I'm only going to be a nuisance." I tried to sway him, but he didn't even shift, ignoring my pleas.

"Oh, no, never. My dear Princess, you could never be a nuisance. Not even if you tried." He chuckled lightly.

"You wanna bet?" Was my brilliant remark.

"No. But even if we did, I'd win. You've been nothing, but a pleasure to have around ever since you arrived." He cheesed ever so sweetly, almost as if he were trying to butter me up, or sweet talk me. I rolled my eyes at him. All I want to do is leave.

Why is that so hard for these boys to except?

I don't want to be here. I would prefer to be free on the streets than a prisoner to these strangers. Yet, they refuse to listen to my opinion because they are just so high and mighty. Justin is a horny mother fucker who can't seem to keep his hands to himself and thinks he's the best of the best, whereas Jason is a sweet talking fucker who knows exactly how to get into people's heads.

I still don't get it.

It's not like I can help them in any way.

I truly don't understand why they want to keep me around so desperately.

For a good fuck maybe? Or maybe they're going to ship me off in trade for money or some other shit. I swear to god if they do, I'm going to have to rip them limb from limb and feed their remains to the gutter rats. Think they can just pluck me up off the streets like they own me then ship me off for some doe. No. I don't think so, sweetheart.

"Whatever, Jason." I bit out in annoyance, not bothering to try and fight against him any longer, knowing it was pointless and would only cause me more physical pain. "Can I just go back up to Justin's room." It came out more a statement, or command than a question.

A pout found its way to Jason's lips. "Aw, but don't you want to stay with me, Princess?"

"No. Not really." I grumbled, then quickly slipped from his grasp as it loosened. Making sure he didn't see my face, I hastily limped up the staircase, trying to get away from him as fast as possibly.