Ripper | A Justin Bieber Fanfiction

Chapter Twelve

"That was a waste of fucking time," Justin shook his head, adjusting his jacket as we walked away from the circular tent where the ripper talk was. the place was packed, filled with tourists, aspiring criminologists and just people who were interested in the matter.  

"I didn't think it was all bad," I looked over at Justin who was kicking a small stone with his shoe. "I mean the guy did have some pretty great theories" 

Justin scoffed and looked at me, "That douche was ape shit"  

"It could have been a possibility that they were mildly related, all the prostitutes he murdered and that he could have had a vendetta against them" 

"Or" he said loudly, "He was just a maniac who liked killing loose women" 

"Yeah, or that" I groaned, "This is pointless, I can't wait to get it done and just move on" 

We walked around the fair for a while in search of a toilet because according to Justin his penis was going to burst due to the amount of urine he had been holding in from the past few hours.  

"Oh my god, we so have to go!" I pointed to a clairvoyant stall after Justin had peed. It was only $2 and I loved going to palm readings and tarot card sessions and all of that. I turned to look behind me to see Justin justin the small stall with distaste. 

"What's the matter Bieber, scared or something?" 

He stuffed his hands into the depths of his pockets, "I don't like the idea of someone telling me my future"  

I rolled my eyes, "It's a fifty-fifty chance and It's fun" I grinned, "Please?" 

He set his jaw before pulling out two one dollar bills from his pocket, "This old lady better be tell me I have a good future" I clapped my hands happily and skipped to the stall where a middle aged woman with a bright pink turban on her head sat with a cigar between her lips. 

"Um, hi can we get a reading please?" I asked, pushing Justin forward so he would go first. He looked behind me and shot me a death glare. 

The lady looked at both of us, then sighed. "Sit down, by all means" She waved her hand unconcerned, her accent was deep and southern.  

"Hey, you got a lighter?" Justin asked the lady, and she pulled one out from her pockets and handed it to Justin who lit his fag. 

"Dude!" I looked at him sharply.  

"You're not my mom" He shrugged, "Okay can we get this shit done?" 

The lady sighed and took Justin's right palm in her hands and closed her eyes, It was a few minutes later until she opened them and looked into Justin's caramel one's deeply. 

"You are the protector," then she let go of Justin's hand and nodded toward me. 

"That's it?" Justin made a face and turned to me, "What the fuck?" 

I chewed on my lip. It wasn't like this. They read your palm and showed you different possibilities. I shook my head at him saying I didn't know what was happening but instead sat down next to him and then the lady took my hands and her eyes shut. 

"Ah" I yelped when she stood up suddenly, letting go of my hands as if they burnt her and it was like they did. Her hands were scorched red and her pupils took over her irises.  

"What's happening?" my voice shook as I stood up from the chair, moving around the table to ask the woman what was wrong. I lifted my hand to touch her shoulder, 

"Don't-" Justin said. 

The second I made contact with her pashmina her face snapped over to mine and her hands took hold of my arms. Her hands gripped my arms tightly and I felt her shaking. I felt everything around me still in motion, the squeals of little children on the fair rides and the fair ground music blaring from speakers but it was as if I wasn't part of it. I was in a  little bubble with the frantic old lady, her eyes searching mine as if looking for a long sought out answer.