Saving Faith [Selena Gomez, James Franco, Justin Bieber]

Troubles in California

💣 Alien 💣

I didn't like how he looks at her and I feel like breaking off the deal. The only thing in mind right now is ending this shit all together and take Faith away from here. The fucker is getting too close to her for me to handle. I know I am the one who asked him to help me with my shit but he is getting on my nerves. I drink the last bit of my beer and I stand up to get a new one from the small fridge in the room. Faith is sitting right at the opposite couch reading a magazine. Her angelic face is filled with concentration. 

Two days ago when I found her and Jason on the balcony, I felt like killing him.. reaping his head off. The picture of him close to her can't get out of my damn mind. I open the beer forcefully and I drink a big gulp from it. I can hardly control my anger. I move my hand through my hair in frustration. I look at Faith again and she is still reading the damn magazine. Well, we didn't talk since that day in the balcony. Actually, she never talked to me that much before that, but still I feel like rage is going to eat me up alive. I wanted so bad to know what were they talking about, but my damn pride was too big to let me do the questioning. She didn't say anything either. She looked scared and nervous when we stayed alone in the balcony but other than that she didn't show any other type of emotions... like concern, but who am I kidding! why would she be concerned about my feeling when all she feels for me disgust and fear. 

I march back to where she is sitting and I place myself right next to her. She lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine for brief second before she return to her magazine. I bite on my lower lip containing my exasperation. I can easily handle taking down the strongest gangster on earth but handling her carelessness is too much for me to take in.  

"What did you talk about the other day?" I ask her, drawing her attention to me again. She plays with the pages of the magazine as she looks behind me avoiding my eyes. Few seconds pass and still she doesn't say a word. I put my beer on the table with thud making her jump a little. 

"I asked a fucking question," I hiss "what did you talk about with the fucker?" 

"N-Nothing... he just... he talked about the .. ocean!" she whispered not looking at me, her eyes are on the magazine on her lap.  My jaws clench together as I ball my hands.

"Huh! so you want to convince me that Jason McCann one of the most dangerous mobsters in the whole fucking States talked to you about.. FUCKING OCEANS!" I scream my last words. She flinches and folding her arms around herself as she is shielding her body and feelings from my outburst. I move closer to her, putting my fingers around her chin and pulling her face up to look at me.

"What. did. you. talk. about. with. the motherfucker!!" I spell out my words forcefully. Her eyes is filling with tears as she tries to control her trembling lips. The fear in her eyes is killing me. I want to fucking drain it out of them and trad it for warmth and maybe.. love! A tear drops from her eyes and crushing on my thumb. I sigh as I whip away the tear. 

"I am sorry," I whisper, "I didn't want to scare you but.. I want to know what did he tell?"

"Nothing," she mumbles looking at me with glassy eyes, her shaking breaths warming my skin, "he just... talked about California."

I stand up briskly and I move my hands over my face, "You have to lying to me Faith! cause I know you do. He was so close to you. You can't be talking about the Goddamn California with him almost kissing you." I state loudly. She turns her head away from me looking at the beige wall. We stay like that for minutes, me standing still looking her as she is watching the wall not moving. 

"He said you're not my boyfriend and that we're lying about our relationship." she blurt out. I take in a sharp breath. The motherfucker! what business he has with our relationship. 

"Why did he think so? did you tell him something?" I question her as I walk to back to sit next to her again. She shakes her head not saying a word. I grab her arm turning her around to face me. "What did you fucking say to him?" I repeat.

"Nothing!," she chokes out, "Nothing...... I said nothing.. I did nothing" she says as she starts sobbing. Then I notice that I am digging my fingers harshly on her delicate skin. I loosen my grip and I caress her now red skin. I try to pull her my embrace but she pushes me away from her. I don't force myself on her and I just sit there looking at trembling frame.

The bastard! I am going to kill him. He clearly wants on her panties! He surely is not afraid of me. After all who the fuck am I when he is the Fucking Jason McCann, the most powerful thug in the whole motherfucking business. The invincible McCann! But, I have to do something. I need to show him that she is mine and nobody fucking touch her. 

I push up on feet and stand up. I march to the door then I stop turning around to look at Faith,

"Pack up we are leaving!" I tell her, "But first I have things to clear up"

I don't wait to see her reaction and I walk out closing the door behind me with a thud.

I am going to show the motherfucker who is Alien! Nobody touches what's mine... nobody!