Deadly In Love (A JB fanfic)

Chapter 19

(Justin's pov)
Last night was a pretty busy night for all of us. We didn't even go to bed until 3am.

Christie shifts around then wraps her arms over my chest. Scars and cuts lead all the way up to her forearm. I feel guilty for finding out about her secret, but what would happen if I didn't?
This is Rico's fault. He's the one who ratted her out. I mean, not that I'm glad he told me. I need to talk to him and maybe give his a piece of my mind. Nobody fucks with me and gets away with it, especially when it comes to Christie. Carefully I get out of bed, trying not to hurt her. I don't even know why I'm being so cautious around her. I guess it's because all those cuts and bruises look like they hurt her, physically and mentally.
"Justin?" I hear a soft, muffled voice call. I turn around and kneel over by Christie.
"I'm just gonna go talk with the guys, I'm pretty sure they're wondering about last night," I reach for her delicate face.
"Oh...ok," she turns to her side and shuts her eyes again.
"It's ok if you interrupt up us," I kiss her cheek, pulling the sheets over her to keep her warm. Khalil and Za are standing shirtless in the kitchen.
"Hey." I lean against the table. They turn around, looking eager to hear something from me. "Is she ok?" Za sounds concerned. "Yeah, she's fine," I replied, opening the fridge.
"Did you figure out the message?" Khalil grabs a bottle of orange juice. "Nope, but I'm on it," I lied. I'm not going to tell everyone about Christie's secret. It's not right.
"Oh," Khalil pours the juice in a glass. "I need you to make a call," I set the milk on the table, looking at him. "What?" Khalil asked, sipping from his glass.
"I need you to call John and schedule something. I need to have a word with those fuckers," I clench my jaw in irritability. "Bieber, I can't do that," Khalil sighs. "Why not?!"
I hiss sharply, invading his space. He slowly steps back, putting his guard up. "Because you won't be able to control yourself, especially around him," Khalil answers, trying not to get me pissed. "Control myself? I can control myself. I don't need a fucking therapist!" "I know that...Ok l'll make the call only if you swear you'll take it easy on them," Khalil takes another step back. "I don't understand why. I already took it easy on them, and what did they do?" I motion to my room, specifically Christie's situation.
"I know, Bieber, but...we'll get them back later," Khalil narrows his eyes along with his voice to show me he cares. "Ok," I put the milk back, wanting to bring Christie to breakfast instead.
"So you two are good?" Za toasts a few pop tarts.
"Yeah, I think so," I fix my hair, then put on a black and red SnapBack. "Not to be rude, but is she a virgin?" Za asks with a slight smirk. "Shut the fuck up, man," I give him a look of disgust. "Sorry, sorry."
Za backs away, even though he's about 7 feet away from me.

Just then, Christie walked out, wearing a black sweater and jeans. "Wanna go get breakfast?" I pull her close by holding her bony hand. "Yeah," she distantly nods while I drag her along with me.
"She is," I mouth to them, answering their question, and they crack up. Christie and I hop in my car, and I smile at her before driving my way to a nearby breakfast restaurant.
"How you feeling?" "Uhm...my head still hurts," she rubs the back of her head. "You hit it pretty hard, babe," I gently stroke her shoulder. "I know."
"You'll feel better in no time." I pull to the restaurant.
"But first, you need to eat," I get out of the car, then hold her hand. She looks nervous, so I pull her aside before we enter the restaurant.
"Christie, I don't understand why you won't eat...You're not fat or anything. That's my opinion," I speak meaningfully.
"Thanks." But she still has worry in her eyes. We enter the restaurant and order.
"Uhm...I don't know," she hesitates. "You don't have to get anything big or anything. Just eat something babe," I lead her to a table. She orders a single pancake with a glass of water. It may not be much, but at least she's eating.
"So, we ok?" I sit in front of her, sliding her a few napkins and silverware. "Yeah," she nods shyly.

"You know, I got Khalil to make an arrangement to meet with them again," I purse my lips unhappily. "Oh." I know she's sad about everything that has happened between us and them. "I think it's safer if you wait in the car while we speak to them." "Ok." Our food arrives, and Christie looks a little uneasy.
"C'mon Christie," I sigh after a few moments of silence, hoping this wouldn't be difficult. "I know," she slowly takes a bite out of her pancakes and a couple more after. After we finish, she looks a little queasy.
"You ok?" I put my hand on her shoulder. "No, it's too much," she holds her stomach, and rushes to the bathroom. Why is it so hard for her to eat? She's gonna eat. She's not going all day without food. I don't care what it takes. Soon enough, Christie walks back out of the bathroom looking guilty. I know what she made herself sick, and I hate it. Her eyes are watered, and she dries them off. Her head hangs down low as her self esteem.
"I'm sorry," she mumbles guiltily, so I pull her in comfortingly. "I want you to eat," I murmur in the hug. She just shakes her head. "I can't," she sighs in a whisper. "Christie, please." But she's already walking to the car. I sigh, then follow after her. There's so speaking when I catch up to her, so I drive out and park by a shady area.