Justin Bieber. My Criminal (On Hold)

Chapter 6:We need to talk

Caleb

I watched him slip into consciousness then slip out for the last two days. It was pathetic to watch him lay helplessly and I knew he must've hated it too.

Most of the bleeding stopped except for some stubborn cuts. Damn! Those guard beat him down, it was ruthless and hateful.

For the week he stayed there, they must've picked on him because of his fame. Thought him to be some sweet punk who got protected by bodyguards at every turn of his entire life.

What they didn't know was celebrities trained to protect themselves and with the attention Bieber had from the world, it would've been stupid not to know how to defend himself.

It has been quite for the two days they've been here, no police beating down their door asking questions. No news of me wanted along the suspects mentioned in the channels. The situation was still deep and it was going to take forever for it to cool down.

They showed the responses of the officers who were interrogated. None of them had seen me or enough to describe me. They did however describe on a few of my colleagues who helped the prison break.

They had a number of two suspects, Mark and Mill. Their identities jeopardized but they must've flown out of the country now.

Their escape was really none of my concern, I have paid their end of the bargain. The job was done, I just hope if caught, they'll keep quite.

But with the CIA and the FBI combined, I knew we don't have much time. For now we would lay low and hope.

I knew the peace wasn't going to last long.

Jennifer has been helpful but distant from us. I couldn't really blame her, it must have taken alot of patience and courage to sleep under the same roof as strangers being hunted down by all of America.

Her uncle was right about her. She possessed a strong soul but was hurt so many times. No wonder she didn't trust easily.

The bed creaked faintly and I looked over to bieber, He was still unconscious.

Most of his bruises would heal but the fractures in his ribs needed a doctor. That was really bad. A check-in at a hospital would surely cost us.

I had to make a phone call to a friend of mine. I got up with restraining energy, every muscle in my body shrieked from the strain.

I walked over to the door just as it opened wide.

Jennifer stood in the door way, phone in my hand I stared at her since forty eight hours.

If she looked tired two days ago, she resembled a zombie now. Even though she hadn't spoke to me, I felt her presence in the house the whole time.

She didn't leave her house since we arrived much less rest.

The fatigue was catching up to her and her eyes looked dead. Still her stare shook my coexistence.

If she looked like that, I wondered what I looked like.

'I've given you silence, space and time, now I need answers.' Her look dead on challenged my life.

'We need to talk.'

With a resigned sigh, I nodded my head.

It was time for answers.