Sweet Nothing • (book one) jb

chapter thirty

Songs inspired for the chapter;

Keep holding on - Avril Lavigne

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I was driving about 100 miles per hour down the highway. If I knew something Lexi would do its run far away. She use to be in track in middle school, so she was always a runner at heart, and not just a runner with her feet. She likes to run away from her problems and that's what she was doing now.

I knew it was all my fault though and I couldn't blame it on her. I was the one that said harmful things to her making her leave. I'm the one that kept pushing her past her limits.

"How much will it take to not take her?"

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I don't know what was happening with me. Ever since she showed up at my house that day my whole personality started to change. There was just something about the way she acted towards me that pulled something inside of me, making me the way I was. She would always push me into yelling, and saying things. I just hated her for that so I took everything out on her.

Now that I know it's her I feel like complete trash. She has already gone through so much in her life and I just had to add to it. I felt a tear slip down my cheek at the thoughts of what I did to her. I was such a monster.

Driving off of one of the exits, I entered a city that looked totally abandoned. I put my window down as I started to slow down my speed to look around. There was nothing around. Not a person. Just busted buildings and the smell of musk.

I sighed to myself and put my window back up. I banged my fists against the steering wheel out of frustration, only to pull back because of the pain. I had hurt my hand pretty bad, but the blood had stopped flowing. All that were left were the blood stains in the towel that I threw in the back seat.

I hit the gas pedal harder as I started to speed down the highway. I could feel the dried up tears on my face, but it was okay since I did do myself a fair share of crying.

"Where are you?" I muttered to myself as I increased my speed.

Alex's P.O.V

Wrapping my arms around the young boys neck, I giggled as we danced around the empty room. I felt amazing and empty right now and it felt great. I wish I could be this way forever, but we all know some people have to ruin the fun in life.

Stumbling on my own feet, I fell on the floor taking the boy down with me. He fell on top of me, but I really didn't feel any weight, I just felt tingly inside. My hands kept twitching as I placed them on the boys chest laughing. I just wanted to get up and run around. I swear I could run a marathon at the energy that was flowing through my body.

I tried to get up but the boy wrapped his arms around my waist, flipping us over and pulling me into his chest. Laughing I playfully slapped him on his shoulder. He laughed along with me and next thing I knew he was kissing on my neck. I giggled and tilted my head so that he could have more room. All I knew was that this felt amazing.

He started to suck harder on my neck causing me to giggle. He flipped us over so now he was on top again and started trailing kisses down my collar bone. He would occasionally look up and laugh with me, but then he would get back to work. I felt his cold hands trail up my shirt but before I could react somebody screamed.

"Che cazzo sta succedendo qui?" (what the fuck is going on in here) The strange man that brought me here screamed through the room. The boy immediately stood up and faced the man with a scared expression on his face. It was like the strange man knocked the high feeling out of the boy. It amazed me.

""Ci stiamo solo ballando?" (We were just dancing) The boy spoke. It sounded like he was questioning his own answer, but at this point I was distracted with my fingers. Plus, I didn't even know what they were saying. They were speaking in some foreign language. I'm Italian, but I never learned the language.

""Dancing? Che certo non sembra ballare!" (Dancing? That sure did not look like dancing!) The strange man screamed. He then slapped the boys head and pushed him out of the room. I giggled at the sight and stood up jumping up and down. I felt hands grip my shoulders and then turn me around.

My eyes met with the strange man's so I smiled and waved at him. He just shook his head and pushed me out of the room with his hands still on my shoulders. He walked me through the house before finally we were at the front door.

"I let you come to use the phone not to disappear and get high. Now get out!" He spoke in his italian accent. He pushed me out the front door and slammed it in my face. I frowned at first, but then smiled. I looked out at the town but my eyes caught the glistening of lights coming from the distance.

So I ran.

Justin's P.O.V

As I was driving down the next exit, I banged my fists against the steering wheel once again. I have probably gone through about three cities trying to find this girl and I have no luck. Where could she possibly be?

I was just driving past the spotlight when police lights filled my eyesight. I sighed again because I knew now that I was going to have drive through the stupid mess and it would take forever. My phone has already been blowing up with calls and texts, but I ignored them. I swore I was going to find her in an hour but that hour turned into four. I didn't want to talk to anybody so I just silenced my phone and threw it in the glove box.

Slowing down my speed once again, I made my way through the police traffic. Being curious, I glanced their way seeing what they were doing. It looked like they were trying to get someone up from the sidewalk but that person wasn't budging. I shook my head because of the person's stupidity and turned my head back towards the road, but then I saw the person's hair and hit my brakes as hard as I could.

Swinging the car door open, I didn't even bother shutting it as I jogged towards the police. Shoving my way passed them, I saw one of them hoisting the girl up by her waist but all she was doing was screaming at them to let her go. It horrified me to see.

"You're hurting me stop." She cried as she tried to get out of the man's grip. That was all it took for me to get angry.

I walked over to them and pushed the police officer away from her. She looked horrified but when she saw who it was she stood up and stumbled her way into my arms. I gripped her by her waist pulling her into my chest as she cried into it.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I screamed at the police. The man was looking at me and had his hand placed on his gun. I knew I could get in trouble for pushing a police officer but he shouldn't have touched anybody like that.

"This young lady is intoxicated and we need to take her in." The man said to me. It surprised me that he had an American accent. There wasn't even a trace of Italian in his voice, but he sure did look it.

Looking down at her in my arms I saw that tears were slipping down her face rapidly and it broke my heart. Looking back up at the police guard I glared at him.

"How much will it take to not take her?" I asked him through gritted teeth.

"That will be determined once we take her in." He said. I wasn't having it though. Pulling her closer into my chest I glared at the police officer.

"Then contact me when you determine it. Just call Scooter Braun and tell him you need to speak to Justin Bieber." I said through gritted teeth. I pushed my way past the officers and over to the car I had rented. Putting her in her seat I buckled her and slammed the door shut.

As I sat down in the drivers seat I put my head down on the steering wheel closing my eyes for a moment while I took a deep breath. Opening my eyes again I lifted my head and put one of my hands on the steering wheel. I turned my gaze toward the girl in the passenger seat and sighed deeply.

How did you turn out like this Alex?

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