Justin's POV
Once I read the note, I freaked out. I got out my phone and did a 911 call. It's all I can do for right now.
"Hello, please state your emergency." A lady said.
"Um, well my girlfriend got kidnapped by the west side gang." I felt a tear trickled down my cheek. Great now I'm crying.
"Okay Sir, please give us your name, phone number and your girlfriend's name."
"Oh, um, Jason McCann, (535) 672-9917, and my girlfriend's name is Nicolette Adams."
"Okay, please describe what Nicolette looks like."
"Well, she has Neon pink hair, with purple streaks, and it comes down to right below her shoulders. Um, she's about 5 foot 2 and she has crystal clear blue eyes." I paused for a second.
"Okay thank you for your patience Mr. McCann. Can you tell us what the situation is please?"
"Okay, well Nicolette and I were in her house, and she kind of kicked me out, so I went to my house and then went to the basket ball court. Then I was at the basket ball court at Heaven Park with my friend, and then we ended on not so good terms, so I walked away all upset, and I got this feeling that Nicolette was in trouble. I got to her house and knocked on the door, 2 times actually, and I got no answer. Then I saw a piece of paper in between the door and the frame. I took it out and it said 'You shouldn't have left'. Then I just called."
"Well it's a good thing that you called asap. We could possibly track Nicolette. Does she have an iPhone?"
"Yes, in fact, she does."
"Okay, what's her number?"
"(672) 899-3647."
"Thank you and we will contact you if we get any new information."
"Okay, thanks so much." I said back.
"Bye." I hung up. I took a deep breath. I tightly closed my eyes. I paced back and forth, but nothing seemed to calm me down.
Well, why did you leave her when you knew she was in danger?
It's not like I meant to.
Yeah, of course you didn't mean to. Just 'Jason McCann's' brain not thinking... again.
Well it's not my fault! She wanted me gone so I obeyed her. Besides, it's not like I was never going to come back.
Oh! RIGHT, just like you did with Chelsea. But you can't redo that day, and you swore you would never let it happen again... now look--- you're in the same exact position. You're just a fuck up.
Me and my conscience were arguing, and my phone buzzed. I snapped out of it. I made sure my tracker was off and looked at the text.
'So I see you've thought we didn't get her yet huh? Well, we actually got her right when you got into that taxi. Funny stuff. Here's your first clue.
She lost her job, at the shooting.'
"What?" I said aloud. Then it clicked.
They're at the mall.....
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He's Just... Dangerous
Fanfiction***UNDER MAJOR EDITING*** Nicolette Adams was just an ordinary 17 year old girl working at a little ice cream shop in the mall. But when a boy named Justin Bieber comes along her world is turned upside down. Bad people come back into her and Justin...
