Crash ~Justin Bieber~

Chapter 44 ~ No Quiet Little Second In Command

(Randy's POV)

After William died I did a lot of things wrong . I stole, I lied, I hurt and I broke people down mentally and physically. Rarely were people able to hurt me back.

But Ryan Butler did.

Ryan Butler beat me at my own game and even though it was now three years later, a part of me still resented him for this.

He was the last person that I wanted to see, reconcile with, or talk to.

"The girls are getting too cold," Justin warned me, "I say we let them out and we try and beat Bonnie and Chow together?"

The temperature in the Pod was making us all numb.

I nodded, "Yeah, let them out"

Justin helped Monet and Rachel out of the chamber. Bonnie didn't leave and I believed that she might have this game won.

She was mentally very tough.

"Maddy and Harry are out for the blue team"

"Monet and Rachel are also out for the Blue team"

"Ryan really wants to talk to you when we get to Miami" Justin sat back down, "So does Chaz"

Chaz and I would have very little to talk about. Our story was simple. He hated me because I hurt Justin. I hated him because he was a friend of Ryan's. There was nothing more to it.

"Mr. Chow is very cold" Chow admitted, "Mr. Chow will be going now!"

"Bye Chow..." Justin shivered, "Are you cold Bonnie?"

"No..."

Bonnie wasn't scared of the cold, she wasn't scared of the heat, and no little white mouse was going to send her up the walls.

I was starting to think that there was a lot more to Bonnie then just her crazy antics and purple hair. I was also starting to think that in a way Bonnie and I were a lot alike each other.

We both understood something about fear.

We knew that the things we were told or expected to fear were not the scary after all. It's the things we aren't warned about that tear us apart and terrorize us. It's the unwarned about fears that can hurt you.

Ryan Butler had found one of those fears and unknowingly unleashed it upon me three years ago.

"You know Ryan feels bad right?" Justin asked me, "He really does. He still talks about that day"

"It's fine. He thought that he was protecting you..."

"I know," Justin replied, "And he was. But he still feels really bad..."

Ryan Butler never hit me, he never called me a name, and he never so much as threatened my family or me.

Threats and physical pain didn't work on me back then. They were the mice, the noise, the hot and the cold. They didn't scare me and they didn't torture me.

My mind did.

"He's been watching the show," Justin told me, "And he can't believe how different you are. He's happy that we worked our issues out too..."

"Our issues were easy to work out because you did nothing wrong. I'm angry at Ryan..."

"I know you are but Randy you have to think about why he did what he did. He made a stupid mistake because he was angry..."

"I don't blame him for what he did but I'm still pissed off at the guy,"

"And when we got to 'The Mash Up' we were still pissed off at each other weren't we?"