Deadly In Love (A JB fanfic)

Chapter 52

(Christie's pov)
I don't know how long I've been resting, but I suddenly hear loud thumps and yelling from outside the car.
My eyes shoot open as I gasp, then sit up. About 5-6 guys are fighting around the car, one of them being Justin. I spot him against the window. He punches the guy who's fighting with him. It's Rico. Rico slams Justin against the car, and hits him, making me flinch. I want to help Justin so badly, but I know I'll get hurt if I do. Justin finally gains the strength to punch Rico back. Khalil and Za are fighting with the other guys; then the car door opens, and Justin jumps in, locking the door. He's breathing deeply and shuts his eyes to catch his breath. "Justin what happened?" I scoot closer to get a closer look at him. Soon after, Khalil and Za hop in the car and step on the gas, making me crash into Justin. "Sorry," I murmur before studying him. "It's fine babe," he pulls me close as he lets out a breath. I notice about 3 bruises and a small cut over his left eyebrow. His lip is bleeding and his hair is messy. "Justin. Are you ok?"
I ask worriedly, and he pulls me even closer so that I'm on his lap. "Yeah, it's not that bad baby," he finally opens his eyes to look in mine. "I wanna help you," I get back off him, because the car has parked.
"Ok," he speaks kind of sarcastically. "How you feeling?" I place his arm around my shoulders. "I don't know," I shake my head while I lead him to the bathroom, then search through his cabinets to find ointment, small band aids, cleaning alcohol wipes, and a paper towel.
"You don't have to help me you know," he grins thankfully, his dimple becoming visible. "I know, but I want to," I wipe the blood from the cut on his temple and his busted lip. There's not much I can do for the bruises, except ice them. Justin draws me close when I finish. " I love you," he whispers in my neck.
"I love you too," I whisper back before we slide into bed.
(Justin's pov)
-11:15am-
The Mafias really wanted to start a fight last night. Sure enough, they did, and I ended up with a few bruises and cuts along with a busted lip. Christie helped me, but she's not feeling good, so I didn't really approve of that. At first, I thought she was faking sick, but her forehead was hot and she's been acting weird lately. She's in the bathroom right now, and I'm changing into a clean shirt. I hear the door open, then turned around to smile at her.
"Are you hungry babe?" I step closer to her. "Yeah," she nods softly. When we walk out of my room, I see Khalil and Za eating oatmeal and brownies in the kitchen.
"Want some?" Khalil stands up to throw away his trash.
"Sure. Aye, baby you want some?" I nudge her gently. I know she's sick and all, but I'm hoping she can at least eat some oatmeal.
"Uhm, yeah," she replies, so I pull a chair out for her.
"You feeling better?" I ask her softly. "A little," she puts a little oatmeal on her spoon. "What's wrong?"
Za cuts in from across the table. "She's not feeling good," I answer while rubbing her back.
"Aw, that sucks," Za smiles amiably at her. "Yep," I glance at her as he stand up and throws his trash away too. It looks like it hurts to eat for her.
"Does your throat hurt that bad?" I ask her quietly, and she nods guilty. "You want me to make you a milkshake or something?" I really want food in her system. She only ate a few bites of a parfait yesterday. But Christie shakes her head. "How bout some tea then?" I suggest, and she nods, coughing a little. "Ok, go lay down babe. I'll bring it to you in a minute," I kiss her cheek lovingly before turning on the stove.
(Christie's pov)
I lie down on Justin's bed, and sigh. Guilt takes over my body. Why is this so important to me? Why does my weight matter? Because Justin doesn't want an overweight, fat girlfriend. That's what I am right now, and that's what I'm trying to avoid. I'm freaking 92lbs. That's too much. I need to be like 80lbs. I will reach it one day. I just need to eat less or nothing at all. Suddenly, I feel my phone buzz, so I glanced at the screen. It's an unknown number, but I answer it anyway
"Hello?" I mumble unsurely.
"Christie? Is that you?" a female voice questions me. The voice suddenly hits me, like a bullet through my chest. "Mom?" My voice is shaken. "Oh god. Christie where are you sweetie? Please come home honey"
My mom sounds heartbroken. But I don't buy her love. "No. I'm tired of living with you. It's so unfair," I snap with my voice cracking. "Christie, you better come home right now. We know where you are," she sounds upset, no longer caring. "No. I'm staying with Justin," I hiss through clenched the teeth. "Justin? That's his name? Your kidnapper?" Her voice lowers in disgust. I accidentally revealed Justin's name to her. Shit.
"I love him, and I'm staying with him. You can't do anything about it," I state frustratedly. "We'll find you, and when we do, you're really gonna get it!" she shouts, making my heart race.
"Shut up!" I hang up, then throw my phone forcefully at the wall. Justin just happened to walk in while I threw my phone. It almost hits him, making him flinch a little. I break into tears. This can't be happening.
(Justin's pov)
I thought Christie was mad at me, but then she starts crying. So I quickly set the cup of tea on the nightstand, then sit next to her.
"Christie, what the he—" "My mom called me. They're gonna find us Justin. She said I'm really gonna get it when she finds me," she cries in my lap, so I hold her close.
"Calm down baby. They aren't gonna find us. They don't even know who we are," I rubbed her back soothingly. She starts to calm down, sniffling a little; then I gently cup her face in my hands.
"Don't stress yourself out Christie. It's gonna be alright," I dry her eyes, then hand her the cup of tea. She  just stares at it, then sniffles and sips it. To keep her calm, I keep rubbing her back until her breathing returns to its normal pace. We stay quiet until she finishes the tea I made her. Quietly, she puts it aside before I kiss her cheek.
"I'm gonna take a nap Justin," she slips inside the covers. "Ok, you need it babe," I dim the lights, then leave to give her some peace and quiet. In the other room, Khalil's on the laptop, typing something. He glances at me. "What was all the ruckus?" he asks but pays more attention to the screen. "Her mom called," I walk over to see what he's doing. His eyes dart to me in a heartbeat.
"Her mom called? What did she say?" Khalil's now interested in what I just said.
"She said she knows where we're at, but we all know that's a lie," I reply flatly.
"As long as they don't know our names or personal information, we're good," Khalil turns back to the laptop. "What are you doing?" I lean closer to the screen. "Making sure nothing's cancelled," he clicks a profile. It shows a picture of the girl that's trying to kill me, which make my jaw clench.
"Recognize her?"
Khalil must've noticed me tense up. "Yeah, she's the girl I accidentally slept with that night," I keep staring at the screen. Fiona Angelo is her name.
"She works for the CIA? She's mad at you. Why?"
Khalil looks at me intensely.
"I didn't call her back. She thought we were dating I guess. She's trying to kill me," I break my stare to look back at Khalil. "She's what?"
Khalil's eyes widen a bit.
"She tried to kill me twice. A few days ago, then yesterday," I add on. "Man, this ain't good. You're in big situation here. She could actually kill you, or one of us. No joke," Khalil sounds serious, like we're all gonna die. Yeah, right.
"That's not gonna happen," I mutter, but he looks at me seriously. "It's very possible." His eyes are not kidding. "Ugh, ok. There's nothing I can do. Besides kill her," I looked back in his eyes, still not taking this seriously. "Then the whole CIA will come after us," Khalil remarks. "Damn. Well, she's the one that's crazy. Why would the CIA hire a psychotic bitch? She doesn't even have the right to ducking kill me," I frustratedly sit down on the couch. "We're not leaving this apartment until everything's cleared up. Got it?" he points a demanding finger at me. "Ok," I sigh irascibly as Khalil returns to his laptop.
"...I found her parents here," Khalil says while clicking on something. So I get back up, and walk over to him. Two profiles pop up on the screen. Christie's parents. Damn, they looked like they're wasted or something. "They're both drinkers, smokers, and retired," Khalil states before exiting the page. "No wonder," I sit back on the couch, hating the fact that Christie had to deal with those people.
-3pm-
Time went by fast. It's already 4pm. I need to check on Christie. She's been sleeping all day. I walked in my room to see her awake in my bed. She turns to me and sits up when I enter the room.
"Hey, you're awake?" I sit beside her. "Yeah, I didn't want to bother you," she tucks her hair behind her ear. "Aw, you wouldn't have bothered me babe," I help her off the bed, remembering that she hasn't eaten. "I want you to try to eat something," I lead her into the kitchen. Khalil isn't here anymore. Christie needs to at least eat some food. I can't just let her starve, even if she's sick. I heat up some soup for her.
"Is this good?" I set the bowl down in front of her, where she's sitting. There's no reason why she shouldn't be able to eat this. It's perfect for a sore throat.
"Yeah," she seems insecure. Her eyes gaze at the soup like it's the scariest thing ever. Finally, she puts her spoon in and sips it.
"Uhm...I can't eat this," Christie pushes her chair back, and my heart falls.
"Why not?" I ask her, thoroughly searching her eyes. But I can't; they aren't in contact with mine.
"I don't feel good," she stands up, looking everywhere except at me. Then I realize something: she isn't sick. She faked it as an excuse to not eat. At first, I'm hurt. It hurts my pride and my trust. But then I start getting angry. She lied to me. She made me feel so sorry for her when she was really starving herself.
"C'mere," I order, holding my anger in. Christie nervously steps to me. Then I grab her hand, so she can't walk away. "You're not really sick are you?"

(A/N: I've got a homecoming dance tonight. Wish me luck, as well as everyone else out tonight. This is a short author's note, but oh well. At least JB was found and finally posted something 😻 Next post is on Monday/Tuesday)

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