Three Way Relationship

48 - Bit Off More Than We Could Chew

Justin's POV

I groaned, grabbing my throbbing head as I attempted to sit up.

I don't even remember what happened.

One minute I was talking to Andy about getting my mum back, the next - I don't even know.

I opened my eyes, glancing around as my vision became clearer by the second.

Desks,

Chairs,

White board,

Posters Of Map-

Am I in a fucking classroom?

Well I was outside of the school...

how'd I end up on the floor in a classroom, though?

I slowly got to my feet, stumbling towards the door.

I think I'm in my home room...

I got to the door, about to open it when I felt myself being grabbed around the throat.

I yelped, instantly bringing my hand up and clutching whoevers arm was wrapped tighly around my neck.

"Quit your figiting, before I slam your damn face onto the desk!" A familiar voice spat.

Where do I know that voice from? - Its not Andy's... who's is it?

"Wh-Who are You?" I stuttered as I felt myself being dragged backwards.

"Ah... C'mon, don't you remember me?" The man chuckled as he removed his arm, pushing me forcibly onto the ground - my face barely missing a desk.

I turned around, shock filling me once I met eyes with a familiar man.

"Mr. Garrett!?" I gasped, "What - why!?" I couldnt find the words.

"Surprising, I know?" Mr. Garrett laughed, sitting at a desk and lifting his legs up, "Fourteen years I've worked at this stupid school, dealing with absent minded, filthy brats. Sure, the money's great, but wanna know where I get the big cash?" Mr. Garrett asked, taking out his phone.

"It was you..." Realization hit me, flash-backs of when I was first kidnapped... "You were the one that day, you were there..."

"Which day are we talking about, I've been stalking you for months, Mr. Bieber." Mr. Garrett winked, typing something on his phone while sharing glances at me

I swallowed thickly, "W-Why were you stalking me? Why are you involved in child slavery?"

"Now, now, Bieber, we may be in a classroom, and I may teach a few lessons, but last I checked you're meant to shut the fuck up." Mr. Garrett laughed.

His phone began going off, in which he pulled it out and answered it.

"Got him in B1.... The one downstairs, Andy... Why the hell are you in my office?... So I've gotta take him there?... I don't want blood stains on my damn carpet... Fucking hell, fine."

Mr. Garrett hung up as he stood from his seat.

"On your feet, Bieber." He ordered.

I did as told, standing up.

Mr. Garrett grabbed my arm, yanking me towards the door.

"Why me?" I asked Mr. Garrett.

"Why you? as in, why did I stalk you, kidnap you, and sell you?" Mr. Garrett laughed. I nodded, wincing as he pulled me down the hallways of the empty, and slightly darkened school.