Losing (Sequel to Game On, Bieber) *ON HOLD*

"What the hell is going on?"

sorry it's been so long xx

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Leah xx

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Gracie’s POV:

I raked my hands through my tangled hair, whipping my head around frantically. I’d ran for a few minutes along the same strip of sidewalk but I knew it would be impossible to find Justin. There were too many turn offs into different roads and I had no clue which one he was taken down.

I blinked back the tears that sprung suddenly to my eyes. What the hell had just happened? This was the most surreal, scariest shit I’d ever been through. Why had that random ass man kidnapped my fucking boyfriend?

I rummaged in my bag, searching frantically for my iPhone. I eventually located, yanking it out. I pressed the button and nearly screamed in frustration – it was dead. Of freaking course.

I had no idea what to do or what was currently happening to Justin. My stomach flipped violently at the thought of him being hurt. I swallowed the bile rising in my throat before stepping out to the edge of the sidewalk, flagging down a taxi. I could do nothing but wait back at the hotel.

Justin’s POV:

I didn’t know what to do. My mind just went completely blank, as it always used to back when I was involved in the business belonging to the scum that was standing in front of me. At lightning speed, I’d grabbed the gun from the floor and fired a shot at Richard’s foot, blinking rapidly as his deep yell echoed eerily through the abandoned warehouse. I then turned and fled, crossing the large room quickly.

Had I just done that? Fired a gunshot like it was nothing? Well, it wouldn’t be the firs time.

“Just you… fucking wait, Bieber!” He panted, in obvious pain. I shuddered as I flew out of the door, firing some warning shots behind me to keep Jasper away.

For the next 20 minutes, I simply ran, sweat pouring down my back and sticking my t-shirt to me. My head was pounding, both with a killer headache and all of the thoughts whirling around inside it.

What was I going to tell Gracie about all of this? How was I going to protect her? When Richard wanted something, he never failed to get it – and this time, he wanted my girlfriend for dead. I wretched at the thought, momentarily slowing down from my sprint and crouching down, resting my forearms on my thighs and breathing deeply. A few seconds later, I was up again, desperate to reach the hotel, praying to God Gracie would have gone back there.

Gracie’s POV:

I sat on the edge of the bed, nervously jiggling my leg up and down. My eyes kept flickering back and forth between the closed hotel room door and my phone, which was charging but not yet back on, considering it had taken my ages to find it in the dump of a room. It had been ten minutes of unbearable silence, every siren blaring outside causing a fresh wave of nausea to wash over me.

I couldn’t keep up with the thoughts battling inside my head and I could feel a migraine setting in. I sighed, lying back on the bed with my legs dangling over the edge, when there was suddenly a loud banging at the door.