Wanted (A Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter 3

Suddenly, a big hang covers my mouth and I am lunged against the brick wall. I can hear my muffled screams as a sharp pain goes through my shoulder. I open my eyes to reveal Justin; the guy that gave me the $100 tip.

"Shhh." Justin coos, still holding me back. He looks over his shoulder. I hear loud voices in the parking lot.

"Where the fuck did he go!?" A male voice echoes through the parking lot.

I whine through Justin's hand.

"You need to be quiet." Justin whispers, scooting me away from the parking lot.

Finally, we are away from the cafe and parking lot when Justin uncovers my mouth. "Help!" I yell as he uncovers my mouth but he covers it right back up

"You have to be quiet!" He growls, letting go of my mouth.

"Please, just let me go." I cry.

"Shh, I am not here to hurt you. Those guys in the parking lot, yeah? They were about to come in the cafe, rob it, and kidnap you. I was still in the parking lot and I stopped them. I saved you." He explains.

"How can I trust you!?" I cry, a single tear escapes my eye.

"I know this seems as if I am kidnapping you, but I promise you, I'm not. You weren't safe. i saved you. If I was just going to kidnap you, then why exactly would that guy be looking for me. If I was kidnapping you, I would most likely be with them. I am not here to hurt you." He explains more. "Do you trust me?" He asks softly, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. I nod quickly. I did trust him. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me, i knew he wouldn't. "We should probably get going. Those guys, i know them. They're bad. They know your with me now and they will be looking for me. I just need to drop you off at your house and we are good to go."
Shit! "Fuck!" I yell, not loud enough for the bad men to hear.

"What?!" Justin panics.

"I fucking forgot my phone in the cafe!" I panic.

"Is your address in any part of your phone?"

I think for a minute. Fuck. My address was in some of my text messages. I had told my friend my address so they could come over.

"Yeah." I groan.

"You can't go home then. I know those guys, they can get every piece of information on you. They're that good. Heck, they don't need to even go through you phone to get the address. They just need your first and last name to look you up."

"Where am I going to go?!" I yell with panic in my tone. Justin stands with concentration on his face.

"My house, if you can trust me." He smirks. i think for a moment.

"Why can't I stay and a motel or something?" I ask.

"Like I said, they're that good." He reminds me.

"Okay, take me to your house." I hesitate before answering. A smirk appears on his face. He grabs my hand and leads me to a car. Woah, expensive, expensive. I think as I sit in the leather seat next to Justin.

We pull in the driveway to a huge house. Scratch that. We pull up in the driveway to a mansion. "Woah. You live here?" I gaze. Justin plants a sweet smile on his face and nods. Two other cars are parked in the driveway. "Who else is here?"

"Alfredo, Za, and Ryan" He responds.

"Yay. " I respond sarcastically.

"They were there in the parking lot when those guys came. I told Fredo to leave and come to my house." He explains.

He gets out of the car and comes to the other side to let me out. We walk up to his door and he slams open the door, revealing his house. I gaze at the diamond chandelier and golden wood flooring that seems to shine.

"Fredo, Ryan, Za!" Justin calls, shutting the big, auburn wooden door behind me. I look around and take in my surroundings. I stare at the beautiful velvet staircase and the marble kitchen I can only see a glance of before Fredo walks towards us with a bottle of Vodka in his clumsy hands.

"Carly! What a nice surprise! I knew you would come crawling back to this." Fredo calls. I can tell he is not fully wasted yet, still fully aware. He probably hasn't even had one glass yet.

"Here, let's get this away from you. We don't want what happened at Lexi Sims party to happen tonight, now do we?" Justin snatches the bottle of Vodka out of Fredo's hands and stuffs it back in a small compartment where many other bottles lie.

"Are you okay?!" Za yells as he trudges down the stairs. I hadn't even asked Justin if he was okay yet! He could be shot or something!

"Yeah, i am fine. They almost got Carly. They have her phone. She can't go back to her house because they have her address." Justin tells Za as I awkwardly stand around, looking at the small statues that have been placed on top of the auburn mantle above the fireplace.

"Oh. That's right. Rusty and his guys are pretty good." Za plops down on the velvet couch next to Fredo. I guessed Rusty might have been the leader of their group or something.

"Are you hurt at all? I accidently slammed you against that wall pretty hard." Justin asks as I examine the pictures of two little kids; a boy and girl.

"No. I am fine." I remember the sharp tear in my shoulder. No, i didn't want to be weak around them.

"Dang, your pretty great at lying. Not as good as me though. We could definitely use you in our gang."