MAD

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Written 6/8/16
Zaida
I sprint to the computer and search for the number to a Bieber Enterprises. I write it down and drive to a payphone.

"Bieber Enterprises, this is Heather. Who is this?"

"I need to speak to Justin immediately."

"Ma'am I ca-"

"Listen lady, this is a life or death situation, connect me or you'll regret it."

"Alright. One minute." It clicks.

"Hello?"

"Justin!"

"Oh my god, Zaida?!"

"Yeah it's me, listen there's been a big misunderstanding okay. I didn't leave you and you need to not hurt people." I ramble.

"Why should I believe that?"

"Because it's me okay? I called you because I missed you. I was fine and I really didn't need to call, so you should be happy I'm even in contact with you." I grit.

"Well you're coming home right? Please say you are. I promise I won't punish you or be mad or anything." His voice cracks. "I'm so lonely."

"You didn't seem lonely when you hurt those girls." I sigh.

"That's not the same! I do that as a release, but sadly it hasn't worked and I still feel like shit! Just come home already! It's been over a month!"

"Justin, I suggest you lower your tone because I will hang up and then you will never ever see me or talk to me again, is that clear?"

"Bab-"

"I said is that clear?"

"Crystal."

"Now listen, we can meet up at that park we went to in Portland tomorrow. Is that okay?"

"Why can't we just go home?"

"Take it or leave it."

"Take it! What time?"

"3:30. No funny business and no kidnapping. I'll go back when I feel it's okay for me to be back. Right now you're not all that safe to be around."

"Fair enough. I love you." He clicks off.

I hop in the car, unsure of how I'm going to explain this to Marcus.

::
Marcus POV
"Are you out of your fucking mind?"

"Marcus it's okay!"

"Meeting up with your abductor is never okay. I'm coming too."

"No."

"Yes. I'll stay in the car. I need to be there in case he tries to do something. I won't argue with you. I'm older." I say like we're little kids again.

"Whatever! Fine!" She storms off.

::
Zaida POV
"Zaida!" Justin picks me up and swings me around. "I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too." I laugh. His jaw clenched as he stares at my car making contact with Marcus.

"Why is he here?" Justin grits, strengthening his hold on me.

"For my safety Justin, calm down."

"He wants you for himself! Look at him! You're mine!" He pulls me to his car.

"Marcus!" Justin clamps his hand over my mouth. I don't even need to call because he was already running this way.

"Fuck off." Justin spits.