Chess [Justin Bieber interracial fanfic]

025

"You what? Are you crazy? You love her. You claim you love her. Rubbish. Absolute rubbish. You don't know what love is. You're just a boy." My father shouts in fury. I clench my fists to prevent me from smashing his face in.

"I do know what love is and it is clear to see that you don't. Clearly by the way you treat others. I, I look past the barrier that is her skin and I swear to you that if you knew what love is, you would too." I huff.

"I'm going to go and find her." I say grabbing my coat. "Justin you don't-"

"No mom. Save your breath. I'm going to go and find her even if it's the last thing I do." I say before storming out.

The cold breeze whistled through my bones as I pushed against it. I didn't know where I was going. I get into the car and rev the engine.

"Justin wait." Shannon calls after me.

"Why should I?" I shout back.

"Because, well, I think I might know where she is." She says quietly.

"Where?" I ask rubbing the wheel.

"I think she went home." She says.

"Where is that meant to be?" I ask getting annoyed. "I don't know. I really don't." She frets. I get out of the car and go back inside.

"Kyle." I scream storming upstairs. "Yes, master Justin?" "You know Indika right?" I ask. He nods. "Yes sir. Although I haven't seen her in a long time." He says.

"Yes. I know that. I want you to look into her files and tell me where she lives." I say sternly.  "Sorry sir I can't do that. Your father said I'm not supposed to give that information out to anyone but him. Apologies sir but-"

"Listen, I don't care what my father told you. You need to listen to me and give me her address." I say slightly grabbing his shirt.

"Sir I could lose my job." He says.

"I swear, no one will find out. I just. I need it." I whisper on the brink of tears.

"Fine. I'll help you. Follow me." He says walking into the slave room. I follow. All the slaves stand up and get into position.

"No, don't worry. It's okay. It's just me." I laugh. I follow Kyle and sit next to him.

"Right." He says opening his file.
"It says here, that, her last home was, number 18, priestley's way, dakota." He says before quickly putting the file away.

"Dakota?" She lives in Dakota. From Mississippi to Dakota. What a drive. I've got to do it. I quickly scribble her address down and run into my car.

I'm going after her.