Crash ~Justin Bieber~

Chapter 58 ~ A Beautiful Tragedy

(Rachel's POV)

Running in heels while crying was no easy task. Justin moved faster then me and his rampage was leaving me behind.

"Justin! Justin wait!!!"

"Now I get it! Now I know why you wanted me to protect him! You wanted to keep your boyfriend safe!"

"It's not like that!!"

"Please protect my secret boyfriend Justin! There is no hidden motive! No - of coarse not! I just like helping complete strangers!!!!"

"He's not my secret boyfriend!!!!"

"And I did it!!!! I sent all of my guys out to help him!!! I fell for it!!!!"

"No - no Justin wait!!!!"

"You used me!!!!!!"

"Justin - turn around - just stop! Listen to me!!!"

"And the phone - the phone was cleared! There was spit on it! You were in the room! You were on the floor! You fell clearing his phone for him!!!!"

"That - that was just so you wouldn't get the wrong idea and..."

"I should have left you in that library tied up! I should have left you there to rot!!!!"

"Justin!!!"

"And the flowers! I went up to your room to get my jacket before and I saw millions of flowers! I thought you bought them yourself but he gave them to you!!!!"

"Justin, stop running!"

He disappeared down the stairwell and I raced to catch him. My heel caught on the first step and it broke. I toppled sideways and screamed.

"Rachel!!!"

I rolled down three steps and came to a stop.

"Ow..."

"Jesus Christ...." Justin raced up the stairwell fast, "Don't run in heels!"

"But - but you were running away - and - ow"

"You're bleeding..."

My left leg had scraped the sharp stairs in the fall.

"Ow..."

Justin resentfully knelt besides me and checked my injuries.

"Is your foot hurt?" he asked.

"Um... Yes..."

"Can you walk?"

"No..."

Truthfully I could walk fine. I just didn't want Justin to know that. He would run away again.

"It really hurts...." I cried, "Really bad..."

"Good - maybe Oliver can come and save you"

I looked away. That hurt more then the fall did.

"Fuck this..." he muttered, "Hold onto my neck..."

Justin picked me up and I looped my arms around his neck. He took one more look at me and then started walking down the rest of the stairs.

"Justin...."

"Talk and I leave you here..."

"But...."

"Talk..." he stopped, "And I leave you here..."

Justin wasn't playing games. He was seething with hatred. It was almost frightening.

But I had to talk to him. He had the wrong idea. Oliver wasn't my secret boyfriend he was my secret friend. There was an explanation for all of this.