Maybe Next Time | Justin Bieber ✔

24| Kill her

Not proofread sorry.

•Justin•

I drove fast as my hands clenched the steering wheel.

"Justin slow down." I looked at Ryan.

"I'm not slowing the hell down Ryan. I have to find her." I pushed on the gas pedal harder as we drove on the empty road.

"You guys weren't even dating in the first place." I heard Ryan mumble.

Is he fucking serious right now? Zendaya is in trouble and he's spitting this bullshit?

"Ryan chill out man." Chaz said.

Chaz was my old man. My friend. My brother. I loved him to death.
Trust me it was awkward when we saw each other.

I shook my head and scoffed. Wasn't it him who told me to get back into this?

I got out my phone to make sure I was at the right place.

A warehouse.

It's always a fucking warehouse.

"Let's go." I ordered as we got out the car.

I tiptoed to the door. I gave out the instructions silently but before I could bust down the door, it opened...

•••

•Zendaya•

He twirled the sharp knife or the table as he continued to talk.

"Isn't it just crazy how Jason didn't tell you his background?" He questioned.

I rolled my eyes at the question. Well tried to. Bruises were all over my body and I probably looked like Humpty Dumpty.

"Justin was going to tell me." I titled my head. "Just like he's going to tell you to let me go."

He laughed. "Do you really think my son will order his own father to let his little precious girlfriend go?"

I winced at the word girlfriend. "Oh right," He snapped his fingers. "you're not his girlfriend. Sorry I forgot."

Chelsea walked in. "Guess who's here boss?"

Jeremy smirked. "I guess my son really cares about you."

Justin is here? He came for me?

Of course he did. Why did I doubt him? Oh right because he is Jason Fucking Mcann.

•••

•Justin•

"Dad?"

My eyes went wide as those treacherous nights flashed. "Son!" He said as he welcomed me with opened arms.

"I should've fucking known." I hissed. "First you ruin my fucking childhood and now you want to my ruin my fucking life!?"

"Now son let's talk about this–" Before he could finish, I punch him in his face.

I pull out my gun. "I'm not your fucking son Jeremy." I shoot him in the head.

"Justin come on! " I heard Chaz yell.

We run into the house searching everywhere. Then we heard a scream.

We all look up at each other and start dashing. I ran upstairs yelling Zendaya's name as the screams continued.

I run to a room that was blocked off and tried opening the door. Gun shots echoed the house and the scream continued to scream my name.

Then I smell smoke. "Justin there's a fucking fire! Someone started a fucking fire!" I heard Ryan yell.

Shit.

I tried busting down the door with my shoulder. "Justin!" I heard Zendaya yell.

"You're not going to make it." I turned around.

I grabbed Chelsea by the neck. "You better open this goddamn door right now Chelsea." I was now over beyond angry.

She smiled as I chocked her. "There's the Jason I know."

I threw her against the wall. She winced. "I won't tell you again Chelsea. Open. The. Door."

"Okay." She croaked. I lead her to the door and coughed. I need to hurry up and get her out of here.

She opened the door. I saw Zendaya on the floor bruised up crying.

"Oh baby I'm so sorry." I said as I cried.

"Justin let's go! The house is about to crash!" One of the boys yelled.

"Okay babe let's go." I carefully picked her up and held her bridal style.

"I'm gonna get you out of here."