Don't Forget Me...(A Justin Bieber Story)

Part 38

=Justin=

It's been weeks since I heard Kat's and Nikki's conversation. And acutaully, I was stuck in the cabinet for hours! My foot was stuck in a pot and a bowl fell on my head. But it's all good now, kinda.

I finally just decided to go through her texts without permission. I don't care, it's for her own safety. I quickly change into red skinny jeans and a white shirt. I grab her phone from the nightstand and run as fast as I can to the bathroom downstairs. I lock the door and climb into the bathtub. The lights were off, so the only light was coming from the phone. I slide the iPhone open, but it has a password!

Kitkat26

incorrect.

Waffles

incorrect.

Purple.

incorrect.

Tennessee.

Locked out for five minutes.

UGH! I need to think carfully, if I were Kat, what would my password be?....Well I guess Usher is right, I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Bubblegum? Unicorns? Carl? Sprinkles? Chocolate? Chicago? Selena? Nikki? Carson? Chaz? Ryan? Greyson? Could her password be somebody's name? I begin to get desperate, I randomly put my name in and ABRA CADABRA! YAY! It's my name! I felt a smile tug on my lips, knowing that my name was her password. I quickly snap out of it and touch the messages tab. All her texts seem to be okay, but wait? Who's restricted number? I start to go through them.

Restricted Number- Kat! You bitch! Stay away from Justin! I told you he's mine! Break up with him! Break up with him now!

- Bieber's Girl

Restricted Number- I'm watching you! I keep warning you to stay away, but you don't listen! I'll give you one more chance!

-Bieber's Girl

Restricted Number- THAT'S IT! I'M COMING FOR YOU! I WARNED YOU BUT YOU DIDN'T LISTEN! NOW IT'S TIME TO GET RID OF YOU! AND THEN I CAN HAVE JUSTIN ALL TO MYSELF! YOU DESERVE TO DIE! NOBODY LIKES YOU! NO ONE IS GONNA MISS YOU WHEN YOU DIE! AND BECAUSE YOU'RE SUICIDAL, THEY'LL THINK YOU KILLED YOURSELF! THEY'LL NEVER SUSPECT IT WAS ME! HAHAHAHAHA! >:)

-Bieber's Girl

I drop the phone. I'm frozen and I'm shaking. I was afraid to read anymore. How could Kat handle all these threats? They've been going for the last three weeks! That's like 21 days! 504 hours! 30,240 minutes! 1,814, 400 seconds! Oh God! My poor Shawty has been going through so much, and half of the time I was too busy recording or doing interviews! I pick up the phone slowly, the second text was sent the day I heard Kat and Nikki talking. And the third one was sent last night. Oh God! This chick is crazy! She's a stalker! She's obsessed!

I hear a blood curdling scream from upstairs. I drop the phone accidently into the toilet, and run upstairs.

"Kat!" I shout. Nikki and Carson were in our room crying, they were huddling in the corner.

"Wh-what happened?" I cry desprately.

"S-she took her!" Nikki sobs and hugs her little brother tighter.

"I'm s-sorry Justin! I should've f-f-fought her! B-b-but I'm not strong like you!" Carson whimpered.

"Carson, it's not your fault. I need you to tell me who took her." I instruct him.

"I don't know, she was wearing a ski mask, but she had blonde hair." He whispers. I hold back my tears and look around the room. I see the window is shattered and I found a note pinned to the wall.

Dear Justin,

I suggest you listen very closely. I have your stupid little girlfriend, and we're gonna go for a little ride. If you call the cops, I kill her! And I'll know if you do! I have your phones wired, and your friend's too. I'm always one step ahead of you, Justy. You will be mine!

-Your Girl

I drop the note, and I burst into tears. Where's my Kat? I need my Shawty! I run my shaking fingers through my hair and try to take deep breaths.

"M-M-MOM!" I scream. My Mom runs in, wearing her gardening boots.

"What baby?!? What's going on?!?" She asks, giving me a hug.

"She took Kat! They took my Katybug away from me!" I cry, more tears stream down my face.

"What?!? Who?!? Where?!?" My Mom asks frantically. I slide down the wall and sit next to Nikki and Carson, who were still crying. My Mom picks up the note and starts to read it.

"We need to call the police!"

"We can't Mom! She'll kill Kat!" I cry louder.

"Oh my God! What are we gonna do?!?!" She begins to cry. Before I can respond, my phone vibrates. UGH! This is no time to text, but something tells me to answer it.

Restricted Number- Heyyy Justy! I need you to listen to me! If you don't call the cops, I won't kill your worthless girlfriend. But once I release her from her little playdate with some guys, you have to break up with her and be with me! Because we belong together!

-Your Girl

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OMG! SO MUCH DRAMA!

I have some very sad news, DFM is close to ending. BUT NOT THAT CLOSE! Like ten more chapters, maybe even fithteen! Just needed to tell you guys, just so I don't get any hate or something. Please don't hate me, I'm only a child! Well, technically, I'm thirteen...But still! OMG! I met Greyson Chance Saturday it was so coool! I made friends with some girls who live in Frisco,TX and then there was a group of girls who live two hours away and got to JCPenny's at 7:00 in the morning! I waited there for like three hours, but it was all worth it! So this is what my little conversation with Greyson was.

Greyson: Hi there!

Me: Hello!

Greyson: Did you enjoy the album?

Me: Yeah! It's REALLY awesome! You're really talented!

Greyson: Aww thanks. What's your name?

Me: Ilse

Greyson: That's a pretty name, I like your wristband.

Me: Thanks.

Greyson: Well, here you go! Bye, thanks Sweetie!

Me: Bye!

I was acting cool on the outside but I was going crazy in the inside! I swear I almost fainted whe he called me sweetie! He's so nice! And he's hotter in person! He liked my duct tape wrist band, and he liked my name! I was trying to act calm but in my mind I was like :OMG OMG OMG OMG!

Lol, he also asked me which song I liked best and I said Summertrain and he said that was his favorite too! OMG now stands for Oh My Greyson! ROFL! He's so sweet! I hope I can see him again! OMG! I can become famous and then we can be friends But what kind of talent do I have? I have zero talent. I failed my monolouge in Theatre Arts and I guess my singing is reasonable, kinda. But I realy wish I can meet him again!

People, I have a twitter! Please follow me! I just tweet random things, and I only have nine followers, and that makes me sad! Please follow me, I'll follow you back! I promise!

Twitter name: @Imfunnyliketht

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