The staff ladies told us that the money would be transferred onto Justin's bank account in 3-5 working days and that our flights were in exactly a week. That we would be staying in the promised 5-star all-inclusive hotel in the centre of New York and that we would be getting the penthouse. THE FUCKING PENTHOUSE.
"I am so proud of you baby what the actual fuck!!!" I told Justin as he drove our asses back to mine.
He laughed, "thanks baby girl".
"Justin, dude we are going to be treated like fucking royalty!" Roared Ashton hugging Yazz.
"As we should be!" She laughed.
I decided to tell my mom when she came back home, in two days, about New York. I kinda had a lot of explaining to do anyway so why not just add it to the fucking list. Yay.
When Justin pulled into my front yard it was a few minutes past 10pm so everyone said their good byes and hopped out and went home.
Justin kissed me and told me he had to get some sleep because he was planning to go to the gym early in the morning.
"I'll come too, I need to start going again," I sighed.
"Are you crazy Jules, you're body is fucking poppin!" He insisted.
"So is yours, the fuck?" I teased.
"Alrightieee b, I'll come get you at 7am,"
I groaned.
"7:30," he laughed and kissed my forehead, "night princess,"
"Night baby,"
I opened the door to the house and realised we'd left the kitchen lights on.
'Jesus better save some light for my life instead of using it for the kitchen' I thought to myself.
I nearly tripped over when I saw Daniel sitting on the couch watching tv.
"WHAT THE FÜCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE? GET OUT NOW!" I screamed.
"Shhh baby girl, you'll make the whole neighbourhood think you're in danger," he nervously said, reaching into his pocket.
"I AM IN DANGER!" I ran back to the hallway and opened the key drawer where my mom kept a gun.
"Now, now baby, there's no need for that," Daniel stood at the foot of the hallway pointing a silver small pistol at me.
"What the fuck," I whispered, putting the gun down and slowly raising my hands. My heart was pumping so fast I swear to god I was probably lookin like a tomato with all the blood circulating my body so quickly.
"Good girl, now come here baby,"
"Don't call me baby," I bravely said, mama didn't raise no bitch to be taking shit from an obsessed maniac.
"I SAID COME HERE!" Daniel shouted, making me jump a bit and cry out for help.
Slowly I started making my way towards him. He put the pistol back into his pocket and grabbed my arm tightly.
"Get off me!" I screamed.
"Shut the FUCK UP!" He roared into my ear.
I tried to push him away but his grip just tightened which made me whinge in pain. I decided I wouldn't yell so loudly and just be calm until the right moment came to run out of the house.
He grabbed my butt with his free hand.
"Damn baby you have cake," he murmured.
I struggled to loosen his grip and him saying that was piss taking as fuck.
Suddenly the door flung open and Justin stood there with a gun aimed straight for Daniel.
Daniel threw me to the ground and reached for his pocket.
"JUSTIN HE HAS A GUN!" I screamed.
Justin immediately shot Daniel in the arm.
"FUCK!" Yelled Daniel, falling to the ground next to me. I quickly stood up and tried to run to Justin, but my fucking sliders tripped me over and I lay on the floor once again.
Justin walked over to me and helped me up, holding me tightly in protection.
"He still has a gun," i whispered to him, close to tears.
"Get up NOW!" Ordered Justin still confidently pointing his gun at Daniel.
"Baby call the police and tell them to come here quickly before any more shots are fired,"
I was shaking but reached over to the key draw and took my phone, dialling for the police. All the while Daniel stood in my hallway, hands up and face in a deep frown. That Spanish guy was loco as fUck.
I explained everything to the lady on the phone and the police arrived in 3 minutes outside my house.
They escorted Daniel out the house and we waited another 2 minutes till the Paramedics came to sort out his bleeding hand.
'Good' I thought to myself as they shoved him into the back of a police car and sped off.
A young male officer and female officer approached us.
"We'll have to take an accurate account from both of you and statements so we can decide a verdict ect," started off the man, he spoke with a calm but serious tone.
"We'll have to take you both down the station to ask a few questions," The lady said politely, smiling at me.
"Of course," I breathed.
Justin gripped my hand tightly as we were escorted to the police car and just like Daniel before us, we were sped off. I looked at my big house, lit up from the outside by a flashing police car and 3 officers working and discussing something in the hallway until we turned a street and I couldn't see anymore.
Why the fuck did this have to happen.
