Forbidden Love (Justin Bieber FanFiction) {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 7

Rose POV:

I stride along the sidewalk of an old looking town. I can't get the images from last night out of my head. The way Justin looked is haunting me the most. I couldn't think straight after the incident. I shook my head and walked down the street, covering my face with my gray hoodie.

No one had noticed me so far, which means that my mom hasn't reported the police that I'm missing, or she doesn't even care.

I heard my stomach growl. I hadn't eaten anything for two days and I'm starving. I can't imagine how I look like. I probably look like a nervous wreck and smell like a farm.

I looked around, looking for a McDonald. But, I didn't see any. I heard my stomach growl again, louder this time. I put my hand over my stomach. I desperately looked around, seeing if there were any fast-food restaurants around. I walked down, which seemed like the main street.

As I was walking, I sensed as if someone was following me. This town gives me bad vibes, by just how it looks. The buildings are old, the roads are covered in sinkholes, the sidewalk had growing weed plants between the cracks, and the people just seem weird. I quickened my pace. I took a sharp right to a corner, accidentally bumping into someone.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, turning my head to his direction and making sure I want to make eye contact with him. I heard the deep voice behind me cuss in frustration. I continued walking along the cracked up sidewalk until I saw a Burger King sign up ahead. I looked both ways and jogged across the clear road. I sprinted towards the front door, stopping right in front of it. I rested my hand on the handle and pulled it open. The cool air from the air conditioner blew into my face, making me feel relaxed. I slowly went up the empty cash register, waiting for someone to come and take my order. A young man with light brown hair and green eyes recognized me and quickly came to the counter.

"Hello, and welcome to Burger King. How may I help you today?" He asked in a rushed tone. I looked at the menu, everything looked so delicious that I didn't know what to order.

"I would like, a chicken sandwich, with fries and soda, please." I watched him press buttons on the cash register.

"That would be $6.45." He said, opening the register. I dug through my pockets, searching for any loose change that I would usually leave in my jeans or my jacket. After a few seconds, I knew the boy was getting impatient, so I hurried and searched for my last pocket, pulling out a ten-dollar bill. I slid the bill across the counter and the boy snatched it from my grasp.

"Okay, ten dollars, so your change will be $3.55," He pulled out the change and gave me them to me. And ripped out a copy of the receipt to me and kept the hard copy on the counter. I smiled at him, but he was already gone before I could say thank you. I let out a sigh, sitting down at the nearest table.

I looked around, there were a few people in here. A woman with her crying children and old man, reading the newspaper.

I closed my eyes. I could see Justin again. All covered in blood, barely breathing. The way the car was destroyed. I felt chills growing on my arms and spine. I opened my eyes, wishing that I won't see that anymore. But I know that won't happen.

Then the man called the number of my order. I got up and grabbed my food. I thanked him and sat back down at my table. I took off the wrapper and took a bite of my sandwich. My taste buds exploded with flavor once the sandwich touched my tongue.

"Mmm..." I closed my eyes, biting on the food slowly so I can savor it.

When I finished, I left Burger King and continued walking. I realized that no one noticed me yet. That means that my mom hasn't noticed that I was gone or doesn't care about me at all. Well, I don't care either. I'm glad that I left. I should have done this a long time ago, like the day my dad died.