Backpack (a justin bieber fanfiction)

part 25

Justin's pov

I walked in Twist's house, rolling my eyes and went to our secret meeting room.

Khalil, Za, and Twist were already in there, smoking joints. Aubrey was on the couch, passed out. There was a needle mark in her neck.

I walked to her and wrapped her arm around my neck.

"She knows about your past now."

"And you think I actually give a shit." I checked her pulse. "You do realize you could've killed her? Her body wouldn't have been able to take that much coke."

I picked her up, bridal style.

"He's gonna find out that we told her."

"He can come after me. See if I give a fuck."

Hours later, I sat in a chair in my room, watching Aubrey, making sure she was okay.

She turned over and opened her eyes. "Oh my fucking God. Where the hell am I?" She sat up and scanned the room, her eyes landed on me. Her eyes widened as they looked at me.

"Hey, you're awake." I smiled. Maybe she wouldn't remember what Twist told her.

"Justin, get away."

Shit, she remembered it.

"Please," I begged. "They didn't tell you everything. Let me explain."

She relaxed a bit. "Explain then."

"I didn't do all the shit they said I did."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Right. Does Selena know about this? Or should I tell her myself?"

"She doesn't care and she never did." I got up from my seat.

"What about your Beliebers?"

"They'd think you're lying and trying to get attention."

"You're a psycho!"

"Am I really? You haven't realized that I'm just as depressed as you. I've never seen you smile when you're around. Maybe there's a reason."

"Because I'm not happy."

"And neither was I when all this started. He made me do all of that and kill people. But then you came along and I got better. You changed me and I quit."

"So what? You think I'm an angel or something? I'm no saint."

She stood up and looked at me.

"I'm gonna go."

She walked down the hall with me following her.

I shoved her against the wall and held her hands above her head.

"You're hurting me."

"You can't leave me."

"Its fucking over, Justin."

"No its not. Not until I say it is."

A long time passed and we just looked at each other.

"You're a bitch, you know that?" I said.

"You drive me fucking insane thinking about you." She shot back. "I hate you."

"You love me," I smirked at her.

"Hate you."

I shoved myself into her.

"Stop," she begged me.

"I don't want to hide anything from you."

"I was injected with heroin for you. That means I'd do a lot of shit for you."

"You need to break up with that Colton guy."

"I promise I will."

"Aubrey?"

"Yeah?"

"What do you agree to?" I stepped from her and released her arms.

"I don't know. I think I said that I would join them."

"Shit." I looked away from her and bit my lips.

"What's wrong?" She put her hand on my chest. It was so hard not to moan from her touch.

"This is bad."

"How?"

"Just forget about it." I shook my head.

She pulled her phone out and began dialing a number.

"What are you doing?"

"Breaking up with Colton." She pauses and then spoke. "Hey its me. Its over, Colton. I never want to see your slimy face in the studio or I'm going to give you something to really look at." She pushed the end button so hard I thought her phone was going break. "I don't want our relationship to be secret anymore, Justin."

"I dont either."

"Then let's tell everyone. Tell them that we're done with their shit."

"I love you."

"I hate you too."

I crashed my lips onto hers. It never felt so good. Almost like a dream...