LOVE ME ... J.B

twenty three

[marie]

"Justin, go get the door" I mumbled, shuffling sleepily under his tattooed arms to face him.

He was now awake too, someone was banging on the hotel front door angrily. Seems like they didn't want to give up either.

"Open up Mr Bieber or we come in the hard way!" Justin furrowed his eyebrows and shuffled out of bed, hesitantly walking towards the front door.

I sat up in panic, still feeling ill and groggy from last night. I'm pretty sure I took drugs and drank too much. I can't tell whether I regret it or not because I can't remember so much.

I sat cross legged on the bed in fear, I was scared of whoever was on the other side of that door. They wanted to hurt my Justin, nobody hurts Justin but me.

I sat up slightly as he stood in front of the door "careful Justin!" He turned to me and nodded, telling me to stay back "I've got this princess, just stay on the bed okay?"

Justin looked through the secret hole and his face dropped, this new expression scared the living daylights out of me. Who did he see?

"You have five seconds Mr. Bieber" the male voice yelled once again, this time louder.

"Five.."

"Justin who is it?" He held a finger to his lips and opened the door slowly, not looking amused at the person in front of him.

I tried to get a glimpse but I couldn't, suddenly four men with police uniforms on opened the front door with full force and two of them held Justin down onto the floor to restrain him.

I gasped and jumped off the bed rushing to them, my heart was beating like a drum and my hands began to sweat. I started yelling at them, telling them they've got the wrong man, my Justin would do nothing wrong.

"Marie, princess calm down and take deep breaths" Justin groaned, his face being pressed to the carpet by the police officer. He was soon picked up and faced against the wall.

I shook my head and began crying, he couldn't be taken away from me. Not this again. He'd done absolutely nothing wrong!

Before I could show this police guy a piece of my mind, another officer came behind me and held me back by my arms. I wiggled in his grip but I couldn't free myself "let me go!" I cried, I've never been arrested and had never planned to either.

"She's done nothing wrong so fucking let her go!" Justin spat angrily against the cream coloured wall, one of the older men looked around the hotel room, for something I had no idea what.

The man who restrained me read out my rights in English because I'm not French, and handcuffed me. I was crying the whole damned time.

Justin was cursing and kicking the hotel wall "Marie, it's okay this is just a big mistake"

"The room is clear but we must take them in for questioning" the men spoke, then the rest of their conversation was in French.