Deadly In Love (A JB fanfic)

Chapter 12

(Christie's pov)
Justin and I walk out his apartment door.
Khalil, Za, Justin, and I step inside the black car, which is now washed.
"Don't worry about them, Christie," Za comforts me wisely. "About who?" I wonder out loud.
"The gang that we're about to talk with. They bring trouble along with them everywhere they go. Just don't let them get to your head," Za says while glancing at Justin.
"They might ask you questions and shit, but don't give away any info about yourself or about us. Don't mention anything that could lead us to trouble," Khalil explains more thoroughly.
"Ok," I nod obediently, and Justin kisses my cheek as we park by an old warehouse. When we get out, it feels like all three guys are like walls surrounding me, protecting me. Za bangs roughly on the door and it opens within a few seconds. A guy with brown hair and a black beanie, stands in front of us. We walk in, Justin pulling me closest. I see two more guys standing by him, about the same age as all of us.
"I was wondering if you were gonna show up," I hear the guy who let us in say.
"What the fuck do you want?" Khalil shoots a glare at him. All three of them laugh to themselves as if this is the funniest thing ever.
"What's so funny?!" Za shouts bitterly.
"I don't know. Justin? Do you know?" the guy smirks at Justin.
"No, that's why we're here, John," Justin hisses through clenched teeth. I guess John is the guy's name.
"You don't know?" John teases with Justin, who's obviously the wrong person to vex.
"Stop screwing around. Tell us!" Justin barks madly with his eyes on fire. On John's left side, stands another guy with blonde hair and a blue SnapBack. On his right side, there's a guy with dark brown hair and a gray beanie. His eyes are glued on me. John's gray-like eyes shift to me as well, and he smirks devilishly.
"Is this your bitch, Justin?" I feel a little shock at the name John just called me. Justin swiftly pulls me behind him and protectively gets all in John's face.
"You better shut your damn mouth before I do it for you!" Justin hisses coldly. Za calmly yet harshly pulls Justin back by his shoulder and says, "Drop it man."
The guy with dark brown hair snickers at them. "So how's it like living with Justin, Christie?" he asks me in a teasing manner.
"H-how do you know my name?" I asked quietly, and he snickers again. "We know everything about you. Everything." His dark eyes lowered to my lower body, then back to my face. Just then, I feel fear take over. I dangerously panic inside and look at Justin nervously.
"Shut up, Rico!" Justin lunges toward him as if he knows what he's fighting for, but Za pulls him back again. Rico is his name. How do they know about me?
"Tell us what you fucking want!" Khalil gets back on topic.
"Ok, go home and think about the beginning of everything, and maybe you'll find out," John orders specifically to Justin.
"I've had enough of your shit!" Justin safely pulls me back towards the door. He looks frustrated with his SnapBack crooked and his jaw clenched. Khalil and Za follow us angrily. Justin slams the car door behind us, then tugs at his hair.

I'm secretly screaming inside, wondering how long they've known. They know, they do know everything. They know about my cutting, depression, anorexia, and the rest of my mental problems. I guess I can now add paranoia to my list, because they're probably watching me right now.

Justin storms into his apartment without us. Khalil holds my wrist to lead me inside, and I try to tolerate the pain from the red lines. I'm so happy when he finally lets go.
"Don't worry about him, darlin. We're gonna help him," Khalil gently shuts the door after he leads me to Justin's bedroom, with Justin pacing in the kitchen. I sigh, then try to get comfortable. I lie down in Justin's bed, but I can't stop thinking about what they know.
(Justin's pov)
"Bro please, calm down. It's the only way we're gonna find out what they want," Khalil attempts to ease me. As much as I hate the believe it, he's right. Taking his word, I take a deep breath and go into my room the fetch Christie. She was lying on my bed with her phone in her hands.
"Baby, c'mere," I know she's tired, but I grasp her hand and lead her on the couch in the main room.
I sit beside her while Za and Khalil stand in front of us.
"We're trying to figure this shit out, and I want you to listen," I claim her hand and squeezed it before letting it go.
"Ok, so when I was 14, me and Rico were close friends. We were like partners in crime. We got along and knew each other's families very well. One day, his parents divorced and his mom was depending on him to help her with his little brother. Well, he chose to do drugs and be a criminal
rather than help his mom. I couldn't stand there and let his family do down because of him, so I helped her out. Finally, when Rico decided to cut it out and come back to his family, his mom wouldn't let him, because things were fine, and she didn't need him anymore. I guess she treated me more like her son than she did to Rico. Even his girlfriend tried to hook up with me. I knew damn well that I wasn't her son. Rico got mad at me, because I helped his family when he didn't. It's not my fault though. I tried to warn him, but he never thought it would happen. I was just helping. Anyways, so we went our separate ways. He wouldn't let it go, so he got me back my killing my family. He said that if his family treated me like their son, then I don't need mine. I won't go into anymore detail. Now, we're both enemies," I explained the whole story for the first time.
"Wow bro," Za said, sounding sorry. He already knows, but he doesn't know the details.
"So...what do they want?" Khalil questions in contemplation.
"I don't know," I mutter in annoyance.
"Maybe Rico wants his family back," Za adds as a suggestion.
"If he did, then why is he coming to me? I can't fix his mistakes," I sigh frustratedly.
"I don't know, man," Khalil shakes his head.
"Maybe he's just jealous," Christie plays with her sleeve.
I glance at her, then back at the floor.
"Yeah," I agree with a nod.
"Maybe he's trying to get you back, because he can't stand knowing that your at the top," Za says, adding onto Christie's idea.
"Think about it, we're the most well known gang in town. Everyone comes to us. Everyone's scared of you. Plus, you have the perfect girl by your side. Do you think he will ever have all that?" Khalil stated knowingly. Christie blushes behind her hair. I smirk at her; then my smile fades.
"But how are we supposed to give them that?" Everyone is murdered by sudden silence.
"I don't know," Za murmurs quietly.
"We can't give up our place in this town. Do you know what they'll do? They'll scatter trouble all over town, literally," Za continues. I think it's ironic, because both gangs perform felonies. How can our gang benefit the town any worse than the Mafias?
"Yeah," I sigh. He's right.
"Let's just get some sleep right now," Khalil suggests amiably yet with leadership. We all agree, so I pull Christie in my room, prepare for bed, and turn off the lights. After slipping off my shirt, I wrap her up in my arms as we lie down in bed. I will fucking kill them all if they think about touching Christie. They're lucky I didn't rip their tongues out, because I was about 2 inches from doing it.

(A/N: So  I'm going to Las Vegas, so I won't be posting until Monday. I think the next post is kinda long, but I'll check again. Yeah wish me luck. Have a good rest of your week)

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