Bad things happen to bad people; I'm a bad person. But I don't care what happens to me. I'll do what I want when I want, because I can. I have the power to cause fear. And nobody's going to tell me how to deal with business.
(WARNING: mature, se...
(Justin's pov) I left my bedroom door cracked just in case The Mafias dare to come back. Bitterly, I dial Rico as I step outside. "Hey," I hear Rico's sickening voice. It makes me clench my jaw and feel anger rise inside of me. "Listen, you son of a bitch, tell me what the fuck you did to her?!" I demand furiously, not screwing around. I deserve to know what happened to my girlfriend. "Why?" he chuckles teasingly. "Do you want another bullet in your shoulder?" I hiss, not taking any bullshit from him. There's silence. "I fucked her," Rico snickers. "You son of a bitch! I will fucking kill you—" "I'm just kidding. I almost did though. You kinda ruined the plan," he grumbles as if this is a joke. "You asshole!" I snap furiously. I can't believe he did that to her. She's too fragile, too innocent.
"She came to our door, just so you know," Rico has an amused tone in his voice. "Why the hell would she do that?" I'm so confused. "So you wouldn't find out about her secrets," Rico's obviously having fun with this. "What secret?" "Oh wait...You don't wanna know," Rico teases as I feel my head about to explode. "Tell me or I swear..." I threaten, because he knows he's pressing his luck. "She'll probably tell you herself," Rico says evilly, then hangs up. "Fuck!" I bark and almost throw my phone, but it buzzes and a text message pops up. "Try taking it to the next level:)" What the hell? I don't fucking get it. "Try taking it to the next level?" I sigh, then go to Khalil and Za. "Hey," I walk up to them. "Yeah, bro?" Za looks at me. "I just called that bastard. He said that Christie is hiding something; then he sent me this," I show them the text message. "Try taking to the next level?" Khalil asks confusingly to himself.
"Maybe it means that if you have sex with her—" "What the hell, bro? This isn't funny!" I interrupt sharply. "Just trying to figure it out," Za shrugs. "This is serious. I'm not fucking around," I lower my voice to show that I really need their help. "Hold up, Bieber, maybe Za's got a point. Have you ever tried to take it to the next level with her?" Khalil asks in a serious manner. "Yeah," I don't want to talk about this. I'm surprised that I even answered that. "What did she do?" Khalil asks with Za by his side. I know he's being serious, unlike Za. Za's always been immature, but that's the way he is. "She...she stopped me. She's always pulled away, like I hurt her or something," I explain thoughtfully. What does this have to do with what happened last night? "Maybe...I don't know man. But something's up if she won't let you touch her at all," Za shakes his head.
"...Ask her why, but don't force her," Khalil insists as a friend, instead of a leader. "Ok," I nod compliantly. Maybe something really is up. "Do it..." he adds and motions me to talk to her. "Ok, I will," I turned around and walked in my room. Christie's still on my bed, staring at the floor in thought. I hope they know what the fuck they're talking about, because I don't want to make myself look bad. Quietly I shut the door behind me once I enter my room.
"Hey, I need to ask you something," I stand in front of her, observing her appearance. She's obviously thinking about something by the way her eyes are narrowed. "Yeah?" she clears her throat, looking innocent. Damn, that makes me feel bad for what I'm about to ask her. She still looks really hurt from last night. It's so obvious that she's not ok. "Did...did you go over there yesterday?" I search for her usual signs. Answering my question, she breaks eye contact and hides her hands in her sleeves. My stomach flips. Shit. "Uhm.." Her voice sounds nervous and scared. "You did. Didn't you?" I look at her, but she still doesn't look back at me. She bites her lip, but it doesn't turn me on this time. "Justin—" "Why?" I'm so getting pissed. Why would she be that stupid? "Justin, I didn't—" "Why?!"I raise my voice, demanding an answer. She lowers her eyes to the floor. "I don't know." Her voice cracks and her eyes glisten. "...Did you do it...Did you do it so I wouldn't find out?" My eyes are filled with anger, but inside I'm dying to know why. "Justin please—" "Stop doing that! Tell me, now!" I bark without a hint of exception. All of a sudden, she starts to cry in her hands. Feeling like crap, I sigh, then walk closer to her. I grip the sides of her sweater. She looks at me in fear and shamefulness. "Justin, don't," she cries softly. She doesn't put up much of a fight, but I can tell she's desperate.
(A/N: Kind of a cliff hanger along with a short post. My bad😬 Lol what's up with Justin and his "dick area"😂 Next post is on Monday/Tuesday)
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