Crash ~Justin Bieber~

Chapter 51 ~ Scapegoat

(Rachel's POV)

The scary thing about being called a doll is you are being a called a possession. And if you're a possession then you have no free will. You are treated the way your owner wants you to be treated. You have no say. No words.

Blaine's insult was by no means a little one. But was it true?

I did what Justin told me to do, I spoke to the people he wanted me to speak to, and for the most part, I played by his rules. I did what he wanted me to do.

But was I his doll?

I thought about that as Justin's driver drove us into the city. The Ross Hotel provided each of the contestants with a security guard and a driver, but Justin normally took his own people. Three security guards usually accompanied him but tonight he only took one. He said he didn't want to cause much fuss, and that if things got crazy, we could call for help.

"Justin..."

"Mmm?"

"One of those magazines... they called me your doll...."

"Did they?" he laughed, "Why?"

"I guess they think that you tell me what to do a lot..."

"How would they know that?"

They didn't know that. But Blaine did.

"I don't know..." I said, "But - they called me your little doll..."

Justin laughed, "Well you're a very pretty little doll..."

"I'm not a doll,"

"I could make you a doll" he teased, "I could put you on a shelf..."

"If you put me on a shelf I'd climb down"

"It depends on how high I built the shelf"

"You're mean..."

"You're cute... and i'm totally kidding,"

I pulled away from his kisses. After Blaine's comments i wasn't really in the mood to be affectionate.

"Come on drama queen..." he reached for me, "Hold my hand"

"Are we here?"

"Yeah"

We were at Saks on Fifth Avenue.

"Well I can walk on my own," I insisted, "I don't need help"

I wasn't a doll.

"Okay... fine by me,"

The security guard opened the side door and I ate my words instantly.

Camera men were crowding the storefront already and they had their cameras held high. The ski trip was nothing compared to this. There weren't just packs of them here but there were swarms. I had never seen so much craziness.

"Justin... maybe I do want to hold your hand..."

His hand was already reaching back for me.

"Look down..." he told me, "Those pictures are worth less..."

And then i walked. I couldn't look up even if I wanted to. The flashes were blinding me. I ducked behind Justin's shoulder and hid into his jacket, while he pulled us forwards.

"Back up!" the security yelled, "Give them some room!"

"JUSTIN!"

"BACK IT UP!"

"JUSTIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING TONIGHT?"

"MOVE!"

"RACHEL? RACHEL WHY ARE YOU SO CAMERA SHY?"