Fallen Hearts ( A Justin Bieber FF )

PART 4 - Problem Solved?

I paced the room, my anxiety increasing. My palms were sweaty and my heart was doing somersaults. Justin sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his neck and running his hands through his almost dry hair. His head was down but every so often, he would glance at Blake. If looks could kill… Blake was propped up against the wardrobe totally out of it. Justin suggested earlier tying his hands so when he does wake up, previous circumstances wouldn’t repeat themselves, but I said no – he’s not an animal. Well…

The room felt small, I felt trapped. It felt as if the windows were jammed shut and there was no escape. My breathing started to get heavy, my chest felt tight. What am I doing? Stop it! Just breathe. Breathe. Breathe!  I let out a big sigh just as there was a rhythmic-knock at the door. Hurriedly, I opened it and let Kenny, Scooter and Ryan in. They all looked tired but they rushed in and took one look at Blake, slumped over on the floor.

“What the hell happened here!?” Scooter looked mortified. I’m not surprised; Blake does kind of lookdead. Justin started to explain what happened as Kenny checked Blake over.

“He’s alright, no serious damage. You must’ve hit him pretty hard though!” Kenny said “Well done lad!” I managed to let out a shaky laugh as Justin walked over to me and hugged me from behind. He smelled so good but he had no cologne on. He whispered in my ear

“Breathe baby. You’re safe now, he’s going to be gone soon and I won’t ever let him see you again” He sounded so caring and protective, but there was something scary in his voice. He must still be angry, I shrugged it off. A wave of relief washed over me, but was outlived as Blake’s eyes slowly opened, and he shuffled cautiously. He looked around the room and jumped in fright when he saw three men stood over him. He probably thought he had been kidnapped by the mafia…

“Woah, I’m sorry man. I-I don’t want any trouble, just let me get out of here!” He wasn’t going to get off that easy. Justin stepped forward and pushed past Kenny.

“We’re going to let you go, but first of all you need to listen. You need to leave my girl alone, you got that?” Blake stood up and nodded furiously as Justin stepped towards him. “She is my girl now and I love her so, so much. I’m sorry for the way things ended between you two but you have to move on. You can’t just come back here and try to take her away from me.” The boys were practically nose to nose. “And if you dare try again, well, shit will go down.” Ryan slapped Justin over his head jokily for swearing but he took no notice of it.

“That’s enough Justin; I think he gets the message.” Justin turned around and glared at Ryan, then turned back and grabbed hold of Blake by the collar of his top. He leant in towards his ear, spoke for a few seconds then backed away, towards me. Blake headed for the door, opened it but paused to look back at me. Startled, I looked down and he proceeded to leave. Minutes later, after saying our thanks, Kenny, Scooter and Ryan left.

“What did you say to him!?” I asked Justin. Blake was a tough guy, so it must have been something threatening to make him back away like he did.

“It doesn’t matter. He’s gone now and we can all move on.” He walked over to his luggage, rummaged around and pulled out his laptop. Then, he sat down on the chair, put his headphones on and became engrossed in it. Something told me it wasn’t over. Justin still looked furious and he wasn’t going to talk much all day. I know Blake will try again, but hey, live for today right?