Chapter Seventeen
- Justin's POV -
My hand gripped the phone hard, to say the least. Although my body was froze at the sound of his voice, my mind was racing. I felt my anger starting to surface.
"You are a dumb bastard you know that?"
"What the fuck do you want?" I seethed through my teeth. I heard the security guard cough at my choice of words.
"I have a preposition for you," his voice was filled amusement, as if he knew something I didn't. I felt my jaw naturally clench. I did not want to here what he had to say. I was tempted to hang up but he started to talk again.
"I know you don't want to be there Justin," he sounded, if I dare say it, calm. He was never like that.
"What's your damn point," I spat my words as I shifted on the hard bed. For once, he was right about something. I did not want to be here.
"My point is, I can get you out," his voice was still fueled with amusement. He was up to something, I could feel it. But the word out, sounded very promising right now.
"What makes you think I am going to trust you?" I asked. I noticed the security guard was watching me intently.
"I am not saying you have too, I'm just saying, I can get you out," he was starting to sound annoyed with me. Once again, his words sounded promising. I cleared my throat.
"I don't even know my bail yet," I said in a quieter tone. And yet, I don't even know why the fuck I am in here. Yes, I may have beaten the absolute shit out of someone (who deserved it), I just do not understand how the cops have gotten involved. No one was there to call them, unless it was a neighbor... but it seemed like there were no lights on in the whole neighborhood. God-dammit, this is getting more confusing.
"Exactly, you'll find out, then you'll call me and boom, you're out of that place," he coughed, as is he was smoking something. Probably a Cuban. My eyes traveled all around the cell and landed on the floor. Shivers ran up my arms, damn it's cold.
"Fine," my mouth was dry as I agreed to his 'preposition'.
"Good, behave Justin," and with that, the line went dead. I brought the phone to my lap and stared at it.
"Sir," the guard said through the bars. He motioned me to bring the phone. I got up slowly and gave it to him. He nodded but I didn't do anything. Suddenly he was out of my sight and walking down the hallway.
Soon after, I felt my blood boil. What. Am. I. Doing? My fist balled up at my sides and I could take it any longer. I brought one up and punched the cold, hard wall. I ignored the pain and did it two more times. I rested my hands and forehead on the wall, trying to calm myself down.
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My Badboy Fairytale {Justin Bieber} [Sequel to He's Just...Different]
FanfictionWhen you meet someone, someone who is different from everyone else. What would you do? Learn more about them or run. Kellie and Justin have been through hell and back, but their story isn't finished. Or is it? © LindzFrienz12 2013/2015 ©