"Okay, now!" John said.
I nodded and screamed bloody murder.
"NO! GET OFF OF ME!" I screamed.
I heard Justin screaming at Chase, telling him to "get that old pedophile off of Autumn!"
I can barley think of what Megan must be feeling right now.
I shuddered at the thought and John slapped my thigh.
"OW!" I yelled.
I glared at him and he gave me a "what, just go with it" type of look.
"Ok dad, I think you've tortured her enough so let's-" Chase said, walking in to a fully clothed John and I.
"What the fuck?" he said.
He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me back to the room where Justin and Megan were.
I shrieked at the pain and tried to get out of his grasp.
I scratched his arm and he yelled and let me go.
I ran back to where John was.
"Go, and leave John! Go!" I yelled.
He nodded and ran down the hallway and ran faster when he came by Chase.
"What the hell dad!" he yelled.
John reached the door and turned around.
"Chase, fuck you. You won't get away with this. This girl will put you in jail and *dramatic pause* I will let her." he said running out the door.
Chase got up and turned to face me.
"You little bitch!" he yelled.
He raced towards me and stopped suddenly.
He fell to the floor.
I turned around to face the wall.
I did not want to see what happened.
"Autumn!" Justin yelled.
He ran into me and embraced me.
"Are you ok?" he said looking at me frantically.
"What? How did you get out?" I asked.
I looked to the door and saw a boot print.
I looked down to Chase and gasped.
There was a fucking knife in his back!
"Justin, d-d-did you do that?" I asked.
"No, I did." Megan said, walking out of the kitchen.
I realized she was the one who was wearing boots.
"I was not expecting all of this to be caused by you!" I said, amused.
"Justin was a scared little bitch." Megan said walking up to us.
There was blood covering her mouth and on her arms, were cuts and bruises.
"Let's get out of here." Justin said.
"Let's." I said.
*****
I had just finished getting stiches in my stomach.
Megan got a prescription medicine for her cuts.
And Justin? He stuffed his face when we got to the cafeteria.
***
We made it home safely.
Thank god.
But, something didn't seem right.
I insisted that Megan should stay with us for a while.
I didn't want anything to happen to her.
But, still.
It felt strange.
And it wasn't that Megan and Justin were ignoring each other.
I walked into my bedroom and gasped.
"John?" I asked.
He was tied up in a chair with duct tape covering his mouth.
"Did you seriously think you were going to get away with leaving?" Chase said, coming out of a dark corner.
"Oh my god." I said.
He walked over to me.
He placed his hand on my neck.
And slowly, his other hand started creeping towards my neck.
He soon placed both hands on my neck and he looked at me with angry eyes.
"Are you sorry you left now?" he asked.
"Justi-" I started to scream, but Chase started strangling me.
Gasping for breath, I frantically started hitting Chase and looked around the room.
My eyes fell on John, who was taking off the duct tape off of his mouth slowly.
He was out of the rope and ran over to Chase and kicked him in the shins.
Chase let go of my neck and I fell to the ground.
I breathed in and out slowly, trying to calm down.
But, I couldn't.
I screamed loud enough for Justin to hear me.
And he didn't come rushing in.
He didn't try to save me.
Neither did Megan.
I let John beat the shit out of Chase.
I stormed out of the room and ran down the hallway.
I checked every bedroom and couldn't find Justin.
I found Megan in the bathroom, crying her eyes out over the counter.
"Oh Autumn!" she said.
I looked at the sink and saw a pregnancy test sitting on it.
It was positive.
Well, shit.
*****
OMG. Good for John! But where is Justin?
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Cheat; a Justin Bieber fanfiction
FanfictionAutumn was a normal girl in a normal relationship. Well if you think being in a relationship with Justin Bieber normal. But all things change when he cheats on her. And when she runs away, she'll need Justin more than ever.