Wanted (A Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter 7

Justin's p.o.v

"Where the fuck is she!" I yell, running my hand through my hair and tugging at the tips.

"I thought you didn't care." Za mocks.

"I lied!" I yell. I did lie. I wanted to hold Carly in my arms right now. She had been gone for three hours. "I want her by my side! And I let her go!" I yell, stuffing my face in my hands.

She had yelled at me and I yelled ten times harder and worse at her.

"Carly!" Alfredo yells from the hallway. I run out into the hallway. She stands with multiple bags of clothes and other things.

"What-why did you come back?" Za asks.

"I have nowhere to go. And-and someone's following me. He was following me the whole time I was out." She looks traumatized.

"Did he do anything to you?" Alfredo asks with the most serious tone I have ever heard.

"No, bu-but I think he had a gun." She blinks. Her eyes don't land on me not once. What did I do?

"It's okay, Carly. Just get ready for the party. Take as long as you need." Za coos. She sits the multiple bags down and heads to one of the big bathrooms.

"She didn't even look at me." I mutter, sitting on the soft carpet.

"She is just sad. You yelled at her so hard. You have to remember she is taken away from everything she knew. She can't ever go back to her apartment. She is in all this shit and you have to remember that." Alfredo mutters loudly. I nod slightly. "Go talk to her."

I walk in her room and to the bathroom. The bathroom door was locked. I knock on it lightly.

"Yesss?" Her sweet voice rings over the sound of the water.

"It's me, Justin." I say loudly so she can hear me.

Silence.

"What do you want?" She mutters.

"I am so sorry. I was just so frustrated with everything. I haven't slept and I don't want those guys to come back. I don't want them to hurt you." I say, putting my head against the cold door. Steam escapes from the crack under the door.

"It's okay." She says softly. The water shuts off and I hear the glass shower door slide open. She turns the nob and opens the door to reveal and clean, beautiful Carly. A small smile tugs at her lips.

"Do you forgive me?" I ask quietly.

Carly nods her head quickly.

"Let me get changed." She mutters, walking pass me and grabbing an outfit out of a bag.

Carly was finally done getting ready. She had on some high waist shorts that had a small design on the left back pocket, a white tank top that had a tiger design on it, and some white high top converse. She wore some diamond earrings, light makeup, and other jewelry. She had put her long, brown hair up in a big messy bun.

"Let's go party!" Carly yells, making a 'woo woo' sound. I stare at her as she dances funny at the entrance of the elevator. She looked so pretty.

As the elevator hauls us down the multiple floors, my phone buzzes. I pull it out of my pants pocket and stare at the message.

No! No! No!

"Have fun in Vegas, Bieber. See you soon! From your pal, Rusty..."

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