Wanted (A Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter 10

Carly's p.o.v

My head pounds me awake. How much did I drink last night? I peel open my eyes to see a sleeping Justin next to me. Last night flashes into my head. Best. Night. Ever. I stare at Justin's relaxed face. He looks so peaceful. His golden hair is all messed up and ruffled to the side. His cheek is smashed up against his hand. I stare at the tattoos on his relaxed chest. I get up and put on some underwear, gray sweatpants, and a a gray Snoopy shirt. My head hurts so bad. Is this how it feels everytime you drink?

I sneak out of the bedroom and shut the door quietly behind me, tiptoeing to the kitchen to get some coffee. "Carly. I see you and Justin had some night activities. Saw you go in your room with him, heard your fun too." Ryan booms as he holds a fresh cup of coffee in between his fingers. He sits on a stool at the counter.

"Yeah." I mutter. I feel my cheeks get red and hot. Damn, you blushes.

"So cute." He coos. "How's your head?"

"Horrible. I feel like I just slept in a dumpster." I groan as I pour a cup of fresh coffee. The aroma of sweet coffee fills my nostrils. Oh, how I love coffee.

"Here. It will help your head." He hands me two small red pills. I gladly take them. Anything to get feeling better. I twirl the warm cup in my hands.

"Should I go wake Justin?" I ask, taking a small sip of my warm drink. "Nah, let him sleep at least for another hour. It's early and he drank a lot. Probably was up super late too having sex with you." My cheeks feel hot and I can tell they are turning to a bright red.

"I'm going back to bed." I mutter. I rub my forehead, indicating my headache.

I crawl in bed next to Justin. He hasn't moved at all since I woke up. I lightly grabs his free hand and study his tattoos that are lined up and down his arm. Some tattoos ment nothing at all but some were definitely important. Two cursive names catch my eye: Jazzy and Jaxon: Heaven Gained Two Young Angels.

"Who's Jazzy and Jaxon?" I mutter to myself. I look up at Justin to see him staring at me. "I'm, uh, sorry."

"No, it's okay." He croaks. I see him try to swallow the hard lump in his throat. "So, you want to know who Jazzy and Jaxon were?"

I swallow the hard lump in my throat and nod, not breaking eye contact with him. "Jazzy was my little sister and Jaxon was my little brother. The-they were so young when they got killed. They both got shot and killed in my mom's house. I didn't give these bad guys what they wanted, so they killed the two people I loved with all my heart. They both died in my arms. I killed the guys that killed my brother and sister. Jazzy had been shot in the stomach and Jaxon was shot in the head. They both bled to death in my arms. My fucking arms!" He croaks and a single tear escapes his right eye. "So, you wanted to know who Jazzy and Jaxon are. There you go.."