Wicked Intentions

Prologue

WARNING
The story is going to be quite dark which means it'll include a lot of sexual and triggering moments!

PROLOGUE

JUSTIN BIEBER

"You are a free man," Dave, the police officer says after I look up into his old, tired eyes.

He opens the door of the prison cell I was locked up for the past four years. But now it's different. Now it's not because I'm allowed to eat or to go outside, it's because I'm finally allowed to leave this bullshit and live again.

I used to count the days until I'm a free man again. Well, back when I was sixteen. But hey, I stopped after a few months because it was kind of upsetting me even more, since it seemed like the counting was endless. Damn, I was so weak back then. Now I got so much stronger while I grew up in here. You need to earn your respect otherwise you won't make it out of here. Most of the guys in here don't have mercy with anyone, they would kill you with their bare hands if you piss them off, but they never once touched me. It's fun, because I'm younger than all of them, but apparently it's one of the reasons they stay away from me. And I'm not complaining at all.

Now I'm ready to get rid of the police officers who think they're so much better than I am. I always told them they're going to regret punishing me. Man, they all thought I was joking, but they have literally no idea what things come into your mind when you're stuck in a small cell with nothing but a bed and a toilet. At first you go crazy, you try to ruin everything, but once you realize it won't change anything, you just stop wasting your energy. My daily routine was something like waking up, eat breakfast, spend half of the day with working out, eat again and go back to sleep. There wasn't much I could've done instead.

It was just me and my thoughts every single minute of a day for 1460 days.

Do they really think criminals turn into good people after getting out of this hell?

"Get out Bieber, or would you like to stay some extra days?" Dave asks, interrupting my thoughts.

I feel my lips form into a genuine smirk as I get up from this thing called bed. I slowly walk over to Dave, his eyes never leaving mine. Of course I don't miss the fact that his hand is resting protectively on his gun. He's such a pussy.

"It was about time," I grin and push him to the side before I walk out of the cell.

"Watch your manners," Dave growls as he closes the door and starts to lead me to the exit of the building.

"I don't fucking care," I spit.

"You better should."

A humorless chuckle escapes my lips, if he only knew what I planned in the past four years.

After a few minutes, which seemed to go by in only a few seconds, we finally reached the exit. A smirk found its way back on my lips again. I waited so long for this day to happen. I tried so hard to get out of here at first. I had fights with some cops, I stole the key, I broke the alarm, hell, I even killed. I know my eyes darken just at the thought rushing back into my head. It feels like yesterday. I told Peter to keep his mouth shut, but he wouldn't listen, didn't turn out so well for him. He knew he shouldn't mess with me in the first place.

"Get out already, Bieber," Dave says, interrupting my thoughts again.

I smirk and turn around, looking back at the cells and the cops walking by.

"See you in hell, motherfuckers," I yell, throwing my arms in the air.

The cops stop with what they were doing and all their eyes are on me now. They obviously don't know if they should be worried or relieved about the fact that I'm leaving now. I simply chuckle and turn back around to finally leave the building.

I am free.

I couldn't feel any better right now, even though the weather sucks. It's cloudy and getting dark already again because the sun can't shine through. But I don't care at all.

I ignore Dave talking about how sure he is that I'm a better person now and that he's also sure that I learned from my mistakes and other things, I didn't really pay attention to. I simply pull out a cigarette, put it between my lips and lighten it while I walk away.

People are so naïve. Everyone expects you to change in jail and leave as the total opposite, but they're wrong. I didn't change. Well, I got stronger and I obviously grew up but I definitely didn't change to their definition of a "Good Guy".

I had other things planned, and if they'd know, they wouldn't dare to even look at me.

"Let the game begin," I exhale the smoke and walk down the familiar street.