Fearless & Careless™ (Justin Bieber, Indy Marie)

Fearless & Careless: Chapter 9

I walked over to my motorcycle and hopped over one leg. I grabbed my helmet and put it on my head as I turned my motorcycle on, as I raced of away from the Montgomery's to wherever.

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As soon as I got to place. I walked right over to the stand. "Hey give me 3 vodka shots, don't water my drink either." I told the cute bartender, "Uh, this is a college party we never water our drinks where are you from" he told me. "Believe me I've been here" I winked at the bartender as he walked over to the back.

"Here you go" he came back with my drink. I sniffed it for drugs before I drank the shot. "You know your cute what's your name?" The bartender asked me. "Colombia", "Colombia! Are you Colombian or something? What are your parents" I rolled my eyes as he asked me this. "Yes, my mom is black and my dad is Colombian, he's from Colombia but something happened to his family there, so when he came down here he met my mom had a kid and named her Colombia." Now when people ask me questions about my parents I give them false information or tell them not to worry about it. But when they ask me how did I get my name that's the only true information they get. Or what are my parents nationality. "So we have a mixed Latino" I nodded my head yes. "Kinda of sorta"

"So where's the curly hair" he asked "Straighten, are we down playing 20 questions I don't know your name but you know mine" I barked. "Tyler" he told me his name "but here" he pulled a pen out and wrote his number on my napkin. "Oh Colombia one more question" I lifted one of my eyebrows at him sending him the message to continue. "Make sure you tell Julesina and Greg I said hi"

shit.
I can never go nowhere without them haunting me. I can't never have peace, it's like they owe the world something and I'm fucking cursed forever some fucking bull.

"Excuse me?" I asked him. "Yeah, I kinda knew who you were when you walked in but the name and the races of your parents just gave it away" Tyler chuckled. "You know they did a lot of damage to my family and it took a lot of repairing to get our family back to one whole piece." I shrugged my shoulders "You wanna know something? I honestly don't care of what you think of them. Everyday of my life I can't get stopped without someone asking those same questions, and hearing the same thing over and over. What did my parents do to your family? Huh? Did my mom seduce your dad for a couple grand? Did my dad do it to your mom at the same time? Did they threaten your family? What! Cause everyone has a problem with something my parents did and blames it on me for them being their daughter" I cried "Without knowing that they manipulated me the same way they did to your parents" and without a hesitation I walked out. I pushed threw the sweaty hot bodies grinding on each other.

Everything was like in slow motion as I kept pushing the horny college kids out my way. Until I reached the door. I looked over my shoulder before exiting the dorm room. I hopped on my motorcycle and I began to drive. I drove and I didn't dare let a tear fall down my cheek. I can never have peace they ruined my life for ever and I can never forgive them for that.

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I reached my designated place and I got off of my motorcycle. It was a old looking house, I grew up here and this was where my most favorite memories were. Correction only favorite memories, when I hit about 16 I had rented it cause that was about the age I started working at Uncle Carl's. I opened the trunk of my vehicle as I grabbed the spray paint, I walked over to the wall and sprayed COLOMBIA in big bold letters.

'Your parents didn't give 2 shits about you'

BOOM!

'They didn't love you'

BOOM!

'Feed you'

BOOM!

'All they cared about was themselves and crack.'

BOOM!

Every thought of them. Was every punch I threw at the wall. Anger builded up on my body, I wasn't sad I wasn't happy I was just so damn angry all the time that the only thing that helped me was sex, parties, and drugs. I wasn't sad that they left me, I wasn't angry cause they left me either. I was mad because I can never love because I wasn't loved by the ones who should love you the most. My love was sex. I couldn't hang with friends because I had trust issues as big as space, my hang was hardcore partying. I couldn't make friends because all I did was focus on drugs and the missions uncle Carl sent me on. My parents taught me one thing in life and it was to live my life, because I ruined their lives. I looked at my wrist to see them bleeding, I squeezed my hands as the blood gushed out.

"AHHHHH" I screamed and punched the wall again with full force. Repeatedly over and over and over. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUUUCKKKKK" I screamed as I punched the wall for the last time. I looked at the wall to see blood on the wall. I turned my back to the wall as I pushed my hair back and out of my face. I was in a peaceful silence finally all my anger from today it was let go of I closed my eyes and started taking in slow breaths.

"Damn girl. You're crazy as fuck" I heard a voice say. I groaned and opened my eyes, "And hot as fuck" I chuckled at his response. "Thank you, do you know where the nearest bathroom is? I need to get this blood of me"

"Sure follow me" he said and indeed I did. He walked out of the house and walked out to the street. He crossed the street to a door, huh, I didn't even notice the house over there or that there was a party going on. "Dude, you really brought her" a boy in all white said to the guy who came and stopped me from my madness. "Yeah, only cause she needs to get this blood off of her" The other guy nodded "Yeah right, I don't see no blood" I smirked at his sudden thought that we were lying, I lifted up my fist to show him the blood that was still gushing all over my hand. Both of the guys gasped "Damn girl what are you doing here go to the bathroom" one of them said. I busted out laughing at there sudden reaction, "Come on lets go" The guy I walked in with said. He opened the door and like always all eyes were on me. The dancing just stopped and eyes were just lingering on my body, but it gets weird after a few seconds the eyes stop and they go back to dancing. I might just start wearing blood on my knuckles all the time.

I turned on the water in the bathroom and put my hand in the sink and I watched the blood come off of me. "I never caught your name" I said to the guy. "Aries I would shake your hand but" he gestured to my hands, I smiled "Yeah, I'ma bloody mess"
"Literally" Aries said
"So you"
"Colombia"
"Huh?"
"My name is Colombia"
"For real?"
"Yes"
"Uh huh, yeah right"
"You don't believe me ok" I pulled my phone out of my pocket. "Siri, what is my name?" I asked Siri. "Your Colombia that's what you told me anyway" Siri responded instantly answering my question. "Wow, that's a exotic name" Aries said. "Yeah, your named after a sign. So not much you can say"

Aries opened up a cabinet and reached for peroxide and cotton balls he opened the peroxide and put a cotton ball on top of the bottle turned the bottle over. I cleaned my hands and turned around to face him he held has palm out and I put my hand on top of it, "I'm pretty sure this won't hurt" Aries said as he put the peroxide on my bruises. I winced as the cotton touched my hand, "The bad girl winces, didn't even know it was possible" Aries said, I smirked "It's the aftermath".

"All done" Aries said, I looked down at my hand to see it all bandaged. "Oh good, thanks" I smiled as I hopped off the sink and began to walk out "Colombia try to stay at the party" Aries said. "Uh, well it's been a quite a night for me. And I don't need no cold sores" I stated. Aries looked at me and chuckled "Please" don't have to ask me twice.

"Ok"

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"I walked down to the living room" as don't judge by Trey Songz was playing. Damn these some horny ass teenagers they need the damn holy water sprinkled in here. Damn near having sex, I laughed to myself. I'm so god damn funny.

"Colombia?" I heard a familiar voice call. I turned to face the voice. "Damn boy do you know every party or are you just following me around?" I asked him. It was Jake, for someone who's in college I sure see his annoying ass face everyday. "I'm positive it's the 1st one" Jake answered me. "Well don't think you're about to get a dance because you're not, I know this wasn't the only party you've been to besides your sisters" I screamed over the loud music. "Nahh, I went to others they were just whack. And the same question goes to you" I nodded "Same."

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