Crash ~Justin Bieber~

Chapter 83 ~ Stand By Your Queen, Part 2

It was bad. It was worse then his. Death. Rachel's death. I saw it just like Monet did. I saw it just like it was real.

A bloody room, a crumpled body, and the weapons of murder and hate. They were all there. They were all in front of me. And they all looked so real.

You can stop this, someone told me. Look at what I'm showing you. Look, really look. Make this stop.

But it wasn't real. She wasn't dead. Rachel was outside, standing in the snow. But in this room, and in this vision, I saw her body on the floor. I saw my sister dead.

"She told me!" Monet screamed, "She told me she was up here!!! She told me I could save her!! But Randy - she's dead!"

In one quick breath I breathed it all away. The blood, the trail, and the body that wasn't really there, vanished in a second, just as Justin broke into the room.

"Shut up!!!!" he was screaming, "Just shut up you fucking hoe!!!"

He hadn't seen what I had seen, so out of instinct, he yelled.

"Go and get Rachel," I shoved him out "Just go!"

I stayed. I stayed and held my cut open hand. I'd broken down the door in my hurry to get inside, and now the only blood i could see was mine.

"I'm not lying," Monet cried to me, "I'm not Randy! I - I saw her!! I saw her dead!! She was laying here, on the floor!"

It wasn't hard to believe her. It wasn't hard to call her right. Because if Monet was wrong, then I was crazy. I was losing my mind.

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(Rachel's POV)

"I KNOW YOU LOVE ME!!! I KNOW YOU CARE!!!! JUST SHOUT WHENEVER!!! AND I'LL BE THERE!!!! YOU ARE MY - AHHH!!!"

Someone swung me up.

"You're an idiot!" Justin yelled, "You're a fucking idiot!!!"

"What - "

"Why are you singing," his voice asked in dread, "What's wrong with you? What - what did you do? What did you do Rachel!"

I realized that Justin was crying. He crushed me closer, gripping me into his jacket, and then he ripped the blindfold right from my face.

"You stupid girl!" he said, and then he kissed my face up and down.

"I was.... I was singing so you would come and get me... you said.... You said to sing 'Baby'"

"We need to leave,"

"But - "

"We're leaving right now!" he shouted and pulled. I didn't dare question him. I didn't dare to speak. There was a voice in the back of my head, whispering, be quiet. Leave. Leave and stay with him. So I did.

~*~

(Randy's POV)

I took Monet home. I walked her into the kitchen and I ran a hot sink full with water. She sat infront of me, and washed her face clean from tears.

"Who told you she was there?" I asked her, "Who told you to go upstairs?"

"Nobody,"

"Somebody..."

"No. Well - I know that somebody told me to go, but I don't remember who. Somebody came downstairs... and they told me to go upstairs... they said that Rachel was hurt, and we had to figure out why...."

"And then?"

"And then I saw so much blood. I saw a knife Randy, and I saw Rachel's body. She - she looked like she had been stabbed. She was - she was gagging - and looking at me,"