Collateral Damage- A Justin Bieber Fanfiction

04. What An Asshole

I crossed and uncrossed my legs restlessly. Justin had ushered Jake and Evan into an adjacent room to talk and left me on my own in the spacious den. That seemed like a risky move to me until I realized that there really wasn't anything I could do. My cell had been missing from my pocket since I woke up (no big surprise) and this house was a maze. Plus, even if I found my way out the door, I'd be stuck making the trek home by foot with pack of criminals on my tail. Shit.

Being stuck here for the moment, I guessed there wasn't much harm in taking a look around.

I gently pushed myself up from the couch and padded over to the fireplace. The flames popped and crackled quietly and my body was drawn towards the warmth that emanated. I inhaled deeply through my nose and held my breath a moment before releasing it slowly. An earthy smell clung thickly to the air and the rising sun that reflected from the windows dripped golden light down the walls before me. I groaned inwardly. What time was it anyways? Whatever the case, it had been too long since I had last slept.

I noticed a shelf to my left and I, being the nosy person that I was, stepped sideways to investigate. There were a few picture frames displaying smiling groups of people I didn't recognize and a darkly stained wooden box. I reached for one of the frames and pulled it towards me. I scanned the faces of the strangers and managed to pick Jake and Evan out of the crowd. I searched the other frames but none of them seemed to include Justin. Shrugging, I put them back in their places, reaching out for the wooden box.

"Don't touch that."

I jumped at the gravelly sound of Justin's voice in my ear and I tripped backwards. His arm latched around my waist before I could fall and the heat from his skin melted into mine. I turned to meet his eyes and I saw a smirk play over his pink lips. I clumsily removed myself from his grasp and cleared my throat.

"I can take care of myself," I muttered indignantly.

Justin snorted rudely at my embarrassed remark and turned away from me. His bare feet slapped the floors as he made his way over to the stairs and he began taking them two at a time, his broad shoulders flexing with each movement. I sighed loudly and drummed my fingers against my thigh. I was definitely starting to feel more irritated than scared. If he was actually going to do anything to me, he would have done it already. Anyway, at this point, I was almost too tired to care.

"Hey," I called out to him. His curtness irked me, and I wanted him to hear it.

Justin peered over his shoulder with an annoyed expression and looked me up and down.

I put my hand on my hip, vexed at the sight of his wandering eyes.

"When can I get out of here?" I grumbled.

"Just move your ass and follow me," he muttered back.

He wasted no time in resuming his bounding stride so I hurried after him.

"Where'd your friends go?" I hoped I was annoying him.

Justin sighed irritably as he turned the corner.

"Jake and Evan are gone."

"Did you kill them or something?" I asked testily.

Justin laughed bitterly and ran his fingers through his hair. A vein in his neck twitched momentarily and disappeared.

"No. I'm just pissed and I wanted them out of my fucking sight."

I bit my lip and thought to myself for a moment.

"I'm just curious, but what's your plan?" I questioned him brazenly. "I mean, you haven't exactly killed me yet."

Justin scratched at his elbow as he pondered my question.