Church Boy Gone Bad // Jelena

Chapter 10

Justin's P.O.V.

    Then suddenly I hear a loud "thun!". I uncover my eyes and find Selena lying on the ground with closed eyes.

"Selena?" I asked worried. "Selena?!" I yell once she doesn't respond.

    The worst thought comes to my mind. She's dead! But I paid close attention to her chest and saw that it was still rising up and down. Thank God she's alive. She must have fainted then, she must be claustrophobic too.

I had forgotten about that!

    The room is getting smaller! The room is getting smaller! Oh no, oh no this isn't good!

Focus on Selena. Yeah, focus on her.

    I slowly crawled over to her side and pulled her onto my lap. I shook her body lightly then furiously once she didn't wake up.

"Selena, wake up." I whisper yelled as I patted her pale cheeks.

She doesn't wake up.

What am I going to do?

    Maybe I should carry her upstairs into her room again. She wasn't so grateful when I told her I carried her in the last time. Maybe I should just leave her here. No, that would be a cruel thing to do.

    It is my duty as a conclusive church member to help someone in need. And Selena definitely needs my help. Then again it is also my duty to inform an adult when a teenager has any possession of any drugs.

This is a tough decision.

Do what I've been taught to do all my life

or

do what Selena would do.

Brick it.

    I struggle to stand up with Selena in my arms wedding style. She seems lighter than the last time I carried her. Drugs maybe? I carefully walk up stairs trying not to drop her. I forgot the door was locked. Dog poop!

    I slowly removed my arm from under Selena's head to try and open the door. Her head hung from her body and dragged the rest of it down. Oh no. . . She's slipping. I try to re-grab her head but her body weight just dragged it down. Then as I struggled to keep her up I accidentally quickly let go of her legs.

I watch as she rolls down the stairs.

Oh sweet potatoes.

    She groans and sits up looking confused. Blood leaks from her head. Once she touches it and sees it on her shaking hand she screams. Her eyes roll back into their sockets and she falls back to the ground.

    I sigh loud and make my way back downstairs. Let's see if I can get this right this time.

                           

    I got out. The door wasn't locked, it was just stuck. Thank God. If it was locked I would of cried and panicked and have no choice but to scream for my parents.

    Once I laid Selena on her bed, I went back downstairs to the basement. I stood over the box for a long time before I could think of a good plan to remove these drugs from my home. I'll put it in the shed outside in the backyard.

No one ever goes in there anymore.

The question now is. . . how am I going to get it there?

    Maybe I should just leave it here. Its not my fault Selena's brilliant plan didn't work. But a deals a deal I suppose.

    The thought of me, Justin Bieber, actually going to parties is fascinating. It would be nice to finally fit in. . . somewhat. Hang out with people my age behaving the way they should, like fools, would be great. I have to do this. For my humanity.