Deadly In Love (A JB fanfic)

Chapter 39

(Christie's pov)
Last night I made a big mistake. Who knew I could be that stupid to cut myself. Plus, to think Justin wouldn't figure out again? Ugh, I'm such a bitch. Speaking of Justin, he's not next to me. I could've sworn I was woken up by the door shutting. I hear voices speaking, but I can't make them out. Justin must be talking to his friends. I know that it's private, but I'm tired of being left out. I'm living here too. So, I kneel down by the door.
"I got 6 calls since last night, complaining about your girl." I hear Khalil's voice. "Complaining? What are they? Fucking 6 year olds?"
a Canadian accent speaks.
"I don't think 6 year olds would want your girl dead bro." I hear another voice, which means it's Za. Immediately, I feel fear crawl up my spine, and my chest feels shot with worry.
"Did they say that?" Justin asks, sounding upset.
"Yeah, that, and they wanna screw her." My head crowds with frightening thoughts.
"You don't have to say it like that," Justin hisses. There's an angry thump as well.
"Sorry sorry, I didn't mean it like that." I can't listen anymore. People want to kill me? They want to actually kill me? And if they don't kill me, they want to rape me? This is what Justin doesn't want to tell me? Now, I understand why he doesn't . I'm a little scared right now. Is that wrong? When I've just found out that people are trying to kill me, do I have the right to be frightened? I lie back in bed, trying to forget what I heard. Soon enough, the door opens, so I hide my face in my pillow. I knew it's Justin.
"Dammit." An aggravated whisper comes out of his mouth. It's all silent until I feel something grab my hand.
"You do know that you're shaking right?" I hear Justin speak, not even trying to see if I'm awake. I pull my hand back, which probably gave it away that I'm worried. He already knows anyway.
"What's up babe?" I feel him sit next to me, so I turn to face him. I'm afraid to look in his eyes, because he might notice something. But I'm more afraid of what I just heard. "Nothing," I mumble, another silence ensuing. "I know something's up. What is it?" Dammit, why does he have to know me so well?
"I don't want to talk about it."
"But I want you to," he lifts my chin up, and I glance at him. "Baby, I'm serious," he sounds serious too. I know I have to open up eventually.
"Why are they wanting to kill me?" Regret spills all over his face. "You heard that?" he talks softer, and I nod guiltily. A deep sigh escapes his lips. "People are jealous of me." "But..." I can't think straight. I'm too scared. "...You're not going anywhere. Nobody's dying at all," Justin reaches for my face, and I barely nod. "Hey, your birthday's tomorrow," Justin grins, changing the subject. "Really?" I never keep track of it, because nobody else did. It means a lot to me that Justin remembers. "How old you turning?" Oh that's right. We never told each other our ages. Man, for all I know I could be dating a 30 year old! But he doesn't look that old. He's about my age.
"18," I answer and smile, because his smile is contagious. "It's gonna be special," he winks, so I blush. "I'm gonna go talk with them, and I've got my eye on you this time," he jokes harmlessly. "Ok," I roll my eyes, which makes him raise his eyebrows and kiss my cheek.
(Justin's pov)
Dammit. This is exactly why I didn't want to tell Christie anything. Now how do I erase the fear in her eyes? I need to get my mind off this.
"Hey guys, we need to plan something," I stand and block the tv from them. They sigh, yet give me their attention.
"...So it's Christie's birthday tomorrow, and I need your help." "What do we know about birthdays?" Za shrugs and groans. "Dude, it's her birthday. She deserves at least one day where she can enjoy herself," I sigh at their stubbornness. "Ok, I'll help," Khalil cuts in. "Me too, what do you have in mind?" Za joins in as well. "I guess I can make homemade waffles," I suggest, because I know she likes them. "Oh man, I love those." "Well, it's the only thing I can cook anyway," I shrug nonchalantly. "I'll buy her a cake. What's her favorite?" Khalil asks. "Just get her vanilla." I don't want to overwhelm her with too much. The waffles might just trigger her. "Ok, I'll get her that," Khalil nods affirmatively. "I'll take us out for dinner," Za offers. "Where?" "Somewhere expensive for sure." "Thanks guys. I'll pay you back," I smile appreciatively. "Nah, it's your girl man," Khalil slaps my back. I examine my SnapBacks and choose a gray one.