Twisted: Chapter 9.

Well guys... I'm sorry to say this but, this is the last chapter. I feel like you will beg me for more, BUT OMFG DON'T BECAUSE I FALL FOR STUFF LIKE THAT BECAUSE I FEEL BAD. Lol.

Saturday, September 29th, 2012

11:00pm

(JUSTIN'S POV)

 

“Woah, where are you going?” I asked (YN) as I stood in front of her, the smile disappearing from my face quickly.

She just didn’t answer, just tried to walk around me. I grabbed her arm and tried to stop her, but I let go because she was struggling and I didn’t want to hurt her.

“(YN) please-“ I begged.

“Do you really care Justin? About me? Do you?”

I saw Olivia enter the room and I paused. She came to ruin things again. I wanted to tell her that Olivia was just trying to get me back and yell at Olivia. I couldn’t answer her question. I parted my lips slightly, but I couldn’t find the right words. I did care about her, and she would never know. I could see her tearing up and I wanted to grab and hold her, but she wiped them away quickly.

“That’s what I thought.”

She turned around to see Olivia and she stopped in her tracks. I couldn’t tell what was going to happen, but I didn’t want anything to happen.

“Juju.” Olivia said as she strode past (YN), tracing her fingers down my chest.

(YN) took a run for it and before I knew it she was gone. I felt like my heart just broke into a million pieces because of a girl that wasn’t even mine. Olivia just had to come here and kiss me and ruin things with (YN). She had been trying to get me back all night, but I wanted to be with (YN). And I think my chances were ruined now.

“Get off of me!” I yelled at Olivia.

“What’s your problem?”

“You are.”

I pushed past her and started pacing the floors, thinking of what I could possibly do to to get her back. I knew that nothing would make this better and so many questions ran through my head. What if she quits? What if she leaves me forever?

I took a deep breath and turned back to Olivia. She was sitting down on the couch now; acting like everything was all peaches and cream and she filed her nails. 

“Listen Olivia, we aren’t dating. We never will be dating. And I regret that we ever did. So you can just stop trying, I’ve been done with you; I thought we went through this.”

“Justin, I’m sorry for everything and I-“

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Get out!” I yelled.

She looked frightened as I yelled at her. She stood up and grabbed her little prissy purse and left. I closed my eyes because I was so angry at everyone. I had no idea how I was going to be at the dinner, but I had to somehow put on a happy face in front of everyone.

Scooter walked in and so did Fredo, looking behind them and watching (YN) leave. It was the hardest thing, watching her leave. Even though she was on a bus behind ours, it was heartbreaking. I’d never felt like this over a girl.

“What happened?” Scooter asked as he sat down.

“I just lost her. I really liked her man, and now she’s gone because of Liv.” I said as I buried my face in my hands.

“She can’t go far; I mean she is your main dancer.” Fredo reassured me.

“That’s the thing. What if she quits?”

Everyone became quiet. No one knew what to say to me to comfort me, because words wouldn’t help anyways. I just couldn’t deal with this; I had to get ready for the dinner anyways.

I went in the back bedroom, which was mine, and changed. I fixed my hair a bit and grabbed some shoes by the time we arrived at the restaurant. I put on my hat and got off of the bus, avoiding cameras and everything and everyone around me.

When we got in the restaurant, we all sat down; Scooter on my left, Allison on my right, across from me was (YN) sitting in between Aubree and Fredo. I didn’t want to stare, but glancing over at her wouldn’t hurt, as long as she didn’t notice. I looked up at her and our eyes met. I quickly looked away and began talking to Scooter, avoiding any more awkward eye contact.

(YOUR POV)

I quickly looked away and back down at my menu. I completely regretted looking up in the first place. I knew that I shouldn't have taken a chance to glance at him. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Good thing that Olivia wasn’t here, I feel like if I saw her again I would probably freak out on her, and it wouldn't be pretty. Maybe a little hitting… I just could not stand her, she had called me horrible names and Justin still is with her.

“I think I’m going to get this.” I said to Aubree with a smile as I turned to her.

“Oh, that looks good. I think I’ll get that too.”

I smiled and looked back down. The only time I looked up was to thank the waitress who brought my drink; I just got plain water.

“Alright guys, now that we all have our drinks, I’d like to make a toast,” Justin said as he stood up, “I’d like to thank Scooter, Alfredo, Allison, Scrappy, Dan Kanter, and Ryan Good. You all have been there since the start and this tour is just beginning. A big thanks to my dancers; (YN), you did amazing out there tonight. You all did, and I can’t thank you enough.”

We all clanked our glasses together and everyone aroused in cheers and clapping. I faked a smile, because inside I was dying. When he spoke my name, it sent shivers down my spine. Our eyes meeting, once again, and it made me get butterflies. But I had to somehow get rid of them, because I couldn’t fall for Justin, not again.

Soon our food arrived and everyone began eating. We all practically devoured our food right away, even the slow eaters. The first concert was nerve racking and none of us wanted to ruin it, so we barely ate before it. When we all finished and just sat around to talk for a while, I decided to head to the bathroom. I practically ran there, trying not to make a scene what-so-ever.

I ran into a stall and stuck my finger down my throat, throwing up in the toilet. My throat burned once again, but after I was done I did my normal routine. I took a deep breath and glanced at my body in the mirror as I unbutton my shirt slightly. I could obviously see that my ribs were beginning to show in an obvious way that I was bulimic. Hopefully no one would notice anytime soon.

I walked out of the bathroom and ran into a few people, making me realize that everyone was already leaving. I looked up to see Justin standing in front of me; he was the person that I had run in to. Out of all of the hundred people in here, it had to be him. I parted my lips, as if I was going to speak, but no words came out.

“(YN), can I talk to you?” he asked.

“I have to get back to my bus.” I answered quickly.

I tried walking away, but he grabbed my wrist. I winced in pain and turned around as he let go. I held my wrist in my hand and he gave me a questionable look. I took a deep breath and waited for him to say something.

“Come to mine.”

“Fine.” I breathed out

I let him walk around me and I followed close behind, covering my face from the flashes. When we got on the bus, everyone spread out into their different rooms and just chilled out until we got to Las Vegas.  It would be 5 hours on this bus with Justin. I wanted badly to be on the other bus, but I knew that they wouldn't stop just for me. We went straight in his room in the back of the bus. I stayed standing up, next to Justin, looking up into his eyes with my arms folded across my chest.

“Can I just explain things to you?” he asked me.

“Explain what? Explain to me that you lead me on only to break my heart. I actually like you Justin, I thought maybe, just maybe that you-“

Before I could finish my sentence, Justin pressed his lips down on mine hard. I could barely react, but when I did, I dropped my arms and closed my eyes. When I snapped out of it, I pushed Justin away and backed away.

“Listen, Olivia and I aren’t together if that’s what you think. She tried to kiss me and she’s trying to get back together with me. She kissed me at the concert, but I pushed her away. If you really want to know the truth, I like you (YN). Not her.”

My breath hitched in my throat and I couldn’t find the right words. It was odd, this feeling that I had. He liked me? And all this time I thought that he was dating Olivia. But what about this whole past month?

“Who have you been texting and smiling ever since I met you then?”

A smile slowly crept on his face and he began laughing. I felt really dumb; it must not have been Olivia after all.

“Well let’s look,” he pulled out his phone and unlocked it, “Ryan, Chaz, Erin my stepmom, my Dad, my Mom, Za, Twist, oh and I’ve been replying to fans on twitter.”

"What about when you wouldn't sleep in the same bed as me?"

"I thought you were mad at me."

I could feel my cheeks getting red and I looked away embarrassed. I couldn’t help but laugh though, because it was all a misunderstanding. I felt Justin wrap his arms around me and we rocked back and forth and laughed together. I didn’t know what this meant, but it felt like the start of something.

When he let me go, I looked up at him and smiled, but he looked kind of worried. The smile from my face disappeared and I backed away, once again.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“Oh uh no it’s just.” He shook his head and looked away, “at the restaurant, I hurt you when I grabbed your wrist, is something wrong? Did I hurt you?”

I had no idea how to reply. I couldn’t just come out and say ‘hey Justin, I cut myself and starve myself by purposely throwing up to get rid of the painful thoughts and memories I have because I was adopted and my real dad wants nothing to do with me and now I’m tagging along as your dancer to go find my real mom which you don’t even know about yet.’.

“No, I just-“

I couldn’t answer his question. Usually I would be able to come up with a lie to cover up for now, but I couldn’t say much.

“It was just twisted the wrong way when I turned. No biggy.” I said with a smile.

“Oh, okay good, I can’t have my lead dancer hurt.” He said.

I laughed and felt relief that I had come up with something. I was worried that he was going to find out, and he’d think that I was disgusting and revolting. We both sat down on the bed and took off our shoes, laying back and staring at the ceiling.

Justin wasn't going to find out my secrets, ever. I wouldn't allow it, no matter what. And if one day it came to that point, I would leave and disappear from his life and everyone elses, some how, some way.

DA ENNNDDDDDD.

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 UNWANTED PART 1:



"No" my mom yelled
   
      "Mom please just let me stay here"
   
      "Never your father was right years ago we should have kicked
      you out sooner your stupid and worthless"
   
      "If that's how you feel then fine I'm gone"
   
      I went packed everything I could and headed out to my car. It
      was a 1998 mustang convertible. I hoped in my car and drove
      until I had to stop for gas I wanted to get as far away from
      yt (your town) as possible. After stopping for gas and
      driving hours longer I had finally gotten to Las Vegas. I
      decided to stop and get some food I figured Dairy Queen I
      pulled up parked the car and walked inside. I decided to
      order something simple so I got a chocolate shake, and a
      cheeseburger. It was almost 11:30 so I decided to eat there
      besides the didn't close till 1 a.m so I had a couple hours.
      When I turned around to find a table I accently ran into
      someone. "Great" I thought "I'm so sorry!!"
   
      "It's fine I promise"
   
      Just then I recognized the voice it was..



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Twisted: Chapter 8.

OMFG IT'S 2:00AM HERE AND IM STILL UP. HAHA so I thought I'd post another chapter since I'm wide awake. Here you are ladies(:

Saturday, September 29th, 2012

7:00pm

 

“Guys, in an hour and a half, we will all be out on that stage for our first concert on the Believe Tour!” Kaili squealed.

We all laughed at her as we got dressed. We had to put on our first outfits for All Around The World. I was excited because I had accomplished a lot in the past month, I was very proud of myself. And now we were in Glendale, for our very first concert. I still was sad about everything that happens with Justin… Yes, it’s still happening.

 

“Good, now move like this,” Justin instructed me, “You got it!”

He threw his hands up in the air with a big smile on his face. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Now let’s run through it one more time, and that’s it! Done until September 29th!”

We went through the last song one more time. I was actually happy today; he was paying attention to me instead of his phone for once. He always was so sweet and flirty during practice, it was making me fall for him. But I didn’t want to fall, because I felt like he wouldn’t be there to catch me. Getting out of my thoughts and back to reality, I felt Justin run his hand up my thigh to finish off the last move. I was breathing hard, but I managed to turn to him and smile weakly.

We both celebrated my finishing all of the dances with yelling and hugging. I felt Justin’s arms wrap around my body and pick me up in the air, swinging me around in circles. When he set me down, I used him to regain my balance. We sat talking and just waiting for the rest of the crew to come for our last meeting until the first concert.

“You know, you’ve managed to always wear a long-sleeved shirt around me.” Justin said as he took a sip of his water.

“So you pay attention to my outfits?” I said slyly.

“Well who wouldn’t, I mean you’re a beautiful girl.”

I blushed and looked away. He always gave me sweet compliments every minute of the day that he could. And I always blushed, of course. He was so sweet and such a flirt, I couldn’t help it. And when he paid attention to me, he actually paid attention to me. He didn’t care or talk about anything else but me. Could a guy get any more perfect?!

 

“(YN), are you going to get your make-up done or what?” Salemah asked me.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I was just getting lost in my thoughts.”

Everyone laughed at me as I sat in the chair and got my make-up done by the make-up artist.

“What?” I asked.

“You were thinking about Justin weren’t you?” Elysandra asked.

“Oh come on! We can totally tell, you don’t have to lie to us, we won’t tell!”

“Okay maybe, but not like you guys think. We’re just friends.”

They all continued to laugh as my make-up was being finished up. I just rolled my eyes and ignored their comments. They had become my best friends, all six of them, over the past month. And I was glad. The only thing that sucked about this whole experience was that I was the lead. And just realizing that made me nervous. I mean it wasn’t like I was going to be all over Justin all night, because I wasn’t, but just the fact that for a few seconds in each song I would be dancing with him, made my nervous. I was a regular dancer, like the rest of these girls, but those few seconds still made me different.

When I checked the time, it came to my attention that it was already 8:15pm. Fifteen minutes until ShowTime. I was trying to shake off my nervousness, but I usually had Justin here to help. He was always so encouraging, but I wouldn’t see him until I got on stage. 

I stood in front of the line as we stood behind the curtain. The whole stage was completely dark as I looked out at the screaming fans. We all crept out on stage into our places and knelt down. We weren’t visible yet, because the lights hadn’t come on. But when Justin came down in his wings, I had to be ready.

The fog started and before the lights flashed on, I looked up to see Justin slowly coming down. We were all kneeling down, waiting for our cue. And as the music began, so did our dancing. I moved just like the other dancers, keeping in sync with the beat. Justin touched the ground and the next move was us going over and touching his body. Of course I wanted to do this, but at the same time I didn’t.

Then we moved away and he began dancing. We all moved the same way, well except for Justin who was singing and dancing a bit different then us. We all moved up and out on the narrow walkway with Justin. Just being next to him made me less nervous. The next move was with Justin, and we did it perfectly. Justin gave me a smile before he started singing again.

When it was all over and we left the stage, leaving Justin there, I was relieved. My adrenaline was pumping and I felt so proud of myself that I went out there, made no mistakes, and danced my heart out. All of us girls celebrated and waited for our next dance. I was more excited for the next one, just to be back on stage.

When we did get back on stage, it seemed like it didn’t last long at all. I wanted to stay out there and dance until the night ended, but after the last song, I gotta admit that I was pretty tired. I sat backstage and took a sip of water. Justin was just doing an encore to end the night, it was his song Believe.

I stared out at the crowd, amazed at how many people there were. It would be like this every night from here on out now, and I loved it. I could finally say that I loved my job.

When Justin ran off stage after thanking the crowd, he ran straight to us and his crew. We all gathered around and talked about how the concert went, it was just amazing.

“So who wants to go out to eat?” Scooter suggested.

Everyone raised their hands and I thought, we are going to need a huge table. We all sat around and laughed and talked for a while before going to change. I wanted to stay behind and talk to Justin, but he headed right off to his dressing room. So I figured that I would just meet him after we changed, on the tour bus. The tour bus; I hadn’t seen it yet or been in it, but I knew that it was huge and nice. I was going to stay on the bus with the dancers, but Justin told me that I could stay on his.

When I walked out of the room with the rest of dancers, we grouped together and talked while we walked. Once we got to the backstage area, I stopped in my tracks. I could feel a few of them running into me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of what I saw.

Olivia was here. Even worse, she was talking to Justin and they were smiling and laughing. Oh wait, it gets worse. A kiss followed as she stood on her tip toes and ran her fingers through his hair. I literally felt broken and now backstabbed. I looked away right away and stared at the ground. Justin put me through hell; making me fall for him and like him, then he goes and gets back together with his ex. After everything she did to him, he takes her back. For all I know, he probably begged her to get back together.

“Hey, are you okay?” Carlena asked.

“I just- can we leave?” I asked, trying to hide my shaky voice.

We all headed out to their bus which was parked right behind Justin’s. I had all of my stuff put onto Justin’s bus, so I had to somehow get it over here.

“I thought that you were staying with Justin tonight?”

“I was, but- why not hang with my girls?”

I gave them a weak smile before telling them that I’d be right back. I exited that bus and headed to Justin’s, hoping that he wasn’t already on. I took a deep breath and snuck into his bus and searched around. It was really a nice bus, I would’ve loved to stay here for the night but honestly, I was glad that I wasn’t.

I looked in each room, and when I opened the last door, I found my bags. I sighed and grabbed them, turning to leave the room. And of course, with my luck, I ran right into Justin, literally. He grabbed me and helped me regain my balance and pick up my bags.

“Woah, where are you going?” he asked, the smile disappearing from his face.

I didn’t answer; I just tried to walk around him. He grabbed my arm and stopped me, and I couldn’t get away. I tried to get out of his hold, and after a few seconds he let go.

“(YN) please-“

“Do you really care Justin? About me? Do you?”

I waited for an answer as I stood with my bags in my hands. He didn’t say anything. He parted his lips slightly, like he was going to, but words never escaped his mouth. I barely started to tear up before I blinked the tears away.

“That’s what I thought.”

I turned and practically ran out of the door and to the other bus. Right before I left, I could here Olivia behind me.

"Juju." She said.

I kept going and I ran into a few people like Scooter and Fredo on my way out of the door, but I didn’t stop. They yelled my name, and even though I could hear them over the screams, I kept moving. When I got back to the bus, all of the girls were sitting around and talking. It was like once I entered the room, everyone became silent. I just looked around with tears in my eyes and ran into the back room to set my bags down.

Kaili came in after me and sat down on the bunk next to me. The bus started moving and she put her hand on my back.

“I’m sorry, if there’s anything, I mean anything I can do, I’ll do it.” she said quietly.

I nodded and after a few minutes, she left the room. We were supposed to go to a dinner, and I had no idea if I wanted to go or not. I mean I really should, because it would be horribly mean if I didn’t. First, I had to get rid of the pain. I headed to the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind me, making sure that no one disturbed me. No one could find out that I did this; it was like an addiction, a horrible addiction. I wanted to stop, but the pain took away my worries, if that made any sense.

When I was done I did what I usually did. I washed away the blood and watched it disappear down the drain. It was a relief that I didn’t have to worry about any other things. When I got out of the bathroom, everyone was getting ready to go. I just need to fix my hair and put on a quick outfit, and then I could go. I didn’t want to face Justin, but I knew that he wouldn’t make a scene in front of everyone, so I was ready.

Arriving at the restaurant was hectic; there were so many people outside. We all got inside, and surprisingly it wasn’t packed. We all sat down, I sat in between Aubree and Alfredo. Across from me was Justin. I tried avoiding eye contact, but as soon as I looked up, our eyes met.

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Twisted: Chapter 7.

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Monday, August 20th, 2012

7:25am

The next morning, I woke up before Justin and I actually wasn’t tired. I was pretty rejuvenated and ready to go for the day. I just put on a normal dance outfit. I usually just wore some leggings and a tank top, but I couldn’t here because of my wrists. I had to put on a long sleeve shirt, to cover up my scars.

I left my hair down and let it be natural. But I did put on a bit of make-up, just so that maybe I could look good in front of Justin. I was starting to like him more now, he was a great guy. I really thought that maybe he’d be a fame whore and be a dick, but he was the exact opposite. He never talked about his fame to me, and he was very generous. The only bad thing was that he was really noisy, but I guess that really was adorable.

I left the bathroom and headed back to the bed where I needed to wake up Justin for his quick interview. I looked at him, sleeping so peacefully. I didn’t want to wake him, but I had to. I went to his side of the bed and shook his shoulder slightly. He groaned and I giggled.

“Justin, time to get up. You have an interview remember?” I said quietly.

“I’ll be up in a minute.” He groaned again.

I laughed. His voice was so groggy, but it was adorable. I went out to the kitchen and got myself a glass of water. I could hear Justin getting out of bed, but I didn’t think that he was getting ready. He walked out towards me and smiled.

“No interview! I talked to Liv and she’s not going to say anything so we’re cool.”

He smiled and I smiled right back. He looked down at his phone and I could tell that he was texting, probably Scooter. He walked over to me and got a glass of water too before sitting down on the couch and resting again. He laid down and closed his eyes. I laughed because it was pretty funny that he was so tired. I walked over to the back of the couch and poked him to annoy him.

“Justy-wusty, are you tired?” I said in a baby voice.

He groaned and I laughed some more. Then before I realized what was happening, Justin grabbed me and flipped me over the back of the couch, and pinned me down on the couch. I wriggled around, but he wouldn’t let me go.

“Justin!” I yelled as I laughed.

I made a pouty face and after a minute he finally let me go, letting me get up and stretch. He stood to and laughed at me.

“Hey, do you wanna go in early, I can teach you part of the routine?” he asked.

“Sure, get ready and I’ll be waiting.”

He shrugged and headed into the room to change and take a quick shower. I waited a few minutes and soon he came back all ready to go. We headed out in disguise and luckily no one noticed us as we got into the car. It was Justin’s personal car, so there was no one else with us. I had brought my dance bag with me and Justin brought a small bag.

When we arrived, we walked inside and it looked the same as it did a few days ago before I met Justin. I set my bag down and stretched on the floor a bit while Justin found a speaker for music. He stretched also before we began.

“Alright, there’s going to be many different routines that you’ll need to learn in less than a month, hopefully you are good at memorizing them like me. You’ll be the main girl, if that makes any sense. The girl that’s next to me mostly- yeah, that’s a better way to put it. Okay, first song of each night is All Around the World.”

He made his way over to the speakers and pressed play on his phone. He was just playing background music first before we went into it with the song. I stood in my position and he came up behind me and directed me. He guided me through each move and helped me understand it better. It actually wasn’t that hard to go over and remember.

“Okay, now let’s run through it again.” He said.

He turned the music all the way up and turned on his song AATW. I stood in my position and he did in his as we went through the routine. I nailed and after, I jumped up and down and squealed.

“Wow, you’re good. You didn’t do anything wrong…” his voice trailed off.

I smiled and blushed as I pushed my hair back and readjusted my headband. I felt proud that I had already mastered half of the routine.

“Alright, are you ready for the next part?” he asked with a smile.

“Yeah, why do you say it like that?” I asked.

“Because, follow my lead.”

He told me how to do it and it involved him touching me, that was why he was smiling. I followed along with his movement and he moved his hand down my thigh, to my knee, and then pulled my knee outward. I smiled and he stood back up.

“That’s the move, now should we move on or do you wanna try it again?” he asked with another smile.

“Let’s try it again so it’s done more smooth.”

He laughed and we ran through that move once more before continuing. It was fun practicing with him, but before we knew it, he had already taught me the whole dance to a 3 minute song. I had to learn 9 more dances in less than a month. This was going to be tough, but I think I’ll be able to do it. I am a fast learner anyways, it’ll be easy.

Just as we stopped to take a break, the rest of the talkative crew walked in. The all were laughing and wouldn’t stop talking as they set their bags down and stretched. I wasn’t sure if they knew that I was part of the ‘Bieberettes’ yet, but I was sure that Justin would tell them when practice started. When we all gathered together, I stood next to Justin and listened to what he had to say.

“Okay, everyone, you all know (YN).”

They all waved and gave me ‘hi’s’ then quieted down. I felt welcome already, but I felt like they wouldn’t like me considering I am new and I’m already the main person.

“She’s part of our crew now!”

“Really?” one of them asked with a smile.

Justin nodded and before I knew it, she dragged me over to the group of girls to start talking. They were all nice and they all welcomed me. Even though there were only six of them, it seemed like way more.

“So, what position are you then?” Carlena asked.

“Justin said that I was the lead.” I answered.

“Are you serious?!” Deirdre said.

“Is that a bad or good thing?” I asked as I worriedly looked at them.

“Bad and good. I mean it’s really fun, but it’s a lot of work. And you’re new; hopefully Justin knows what he’s doing. Anyways, let’s get to work!” Kaili said as she stood up.

I stood with them and we began working. We started the new dances that the choreographer was teaching us today and I just had to catch up with the other 10 dances that they already knew. One thing was different for me though; my dance had to coordinate with Justin’s so every now and then I had to get with him and practice. Other than that, Justin worked with the guys. I felt such a rush to be dancing again, it was amazing.

When we finished up, Justin stopped the music and we all gathered around for a speech from Scooter and the choreographer.

“Alright guys, the first tour date is September 29th. We have to be ready before then so that’s less than a month. I think you guys will be ready, but (YN), we need to work more with you so you’ll have to stay longer. I don’t want anything going wrong. Kay, see you guys tomorrow!”

And with that, everyone got up and left. Justin walked over to me with his phone in his hands still and he was texting. I couldn’t help but wonder who, because it couldn’t be anyone here. Probably just a friend right? Probably. I tried not to be bothered by it, but I felt somewhat jealous. I don’t know why, I mean I wasn’t his girlfriend anyways.

When we left and got back to the hotel, I changed into my pajamas after taking a quick shower to wash off my body. Justin and I sat together on the couch and tried to watch a movie, but he was just texting and texting. I was getting so annoyed, that I had to leave the room, I couldn’t stay there.

“I’m going to go to bed.” I said quietly as I peeled back the light blanket that I had over me.

“Alright.”

He went back to texting… of course. I rolled my eyes and went into the bedroom. I was just overreacting, I mean we had no connection at all, why did I get like this?

As I laid down in bed, I listened to music and went on my twitter account. I had thousands of new followers, just like that. I couldn’t help but smile as the number rose. It was annoying though, ever few seconds getting some more. I went on Instagram and posted a picture of myself from early today, before practice when Justin and I were together practicing ourselves. It was a great picture, and it showed us both smiling and acting happy. The caption: I’m blessed to be living like this. 

I wasn’t very tired yet, but I wanted to fall asleep to get rid of my thoughts. I honestly felt like crying because of Justin. Is this what it felt like to be a normal fan when your idol betrays you? I guess I couldn’t say that he betrayed me, because he didn’t, but it sure felt like it.

My stomach grumbled and I realized that I hadn’t eaten all day. But I really didn’t want to eat, because food didn’t sound good anyways. I suppressed my hunger and turned towards the window to look out at the city lights. Just as I closed my eyes, I heard the door behind me open. I didn’t bother turning over to see Justin, I was too… sad.

“Hey, (YN), are you awake?” he asked quietly.

I sat up and turned to him while scratching my head, just to prove that I still was awake. I stared at his figure that was the only lit thing in the room from the hallway light. He wasn’t currently wearing a shirt anymore, just some pajama pants and socks. He weakly smiled at me and made his way over to the bed.

“I just wanted to say that practice was great today and I’m looking forward to tomorrow with you.”

“Uh, yeah. Me too.” I said quietly.

He smiled and just stood there awkwardly. I wasn’t sure if he was going to get in the bed or not, but I was kind of hoping that he would. I opened my mouth to say something, but I just didn’t know what.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch tonight, if that’s fine with you?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

And with that, he left the room, shutting the door behind him. I felt like something inside of me had just burst, causing pain all over my body. I wanted him back, I wanted him to stay in this bed with me and at least lay next to me. How can you be so involved with someone when you barely even know them?

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Twisted: Chapter 6.

Sunday, August 19th, 2012

6:00pm

 

I got a hotel room with Justin after we landed back in Atlanta. I still felt a bit of awkwardness between us but I just tried to brush it off. I was about ready to go to bed after a long day of doing nothing, but Justin was all hyped up about me joining him on tour.

“Tell you what; let’s go out for a celebratory dinner!” Justin yelled.

I laughed at him as he ran around like a crazy little kid. I couldn’t help but go with him, because I just couldn’t turn that down. I put on a nice classy outfit and did my hair and got ready for our little dinner date. I was less tired now, just thinking about it. Justin was already ready, like he had been all day.

When I walked out of the bedroom, Justin turned towards me and smiled. He looked away and scratched the back of his head like he was nervous. I laughed at him and he smiled.

“Should we go?” he asked.

“Yeah, let me just grab my purse.”

We headed out of the hotel and to the van that Justin had arranged. Of course there were a lot of guards around us to make sure that we didn’t get trampled or seen. I wondered how the media was anyways with Justin and Olivia. Of course no one knew yet, but when Justin was seen with me, wouldn’t they think something was up?

When we got to the restaurant, it was as bad when we got out of the car. Justin put his arm around me and led me inside. We got a table right away, and I felt bad for the people waiting for their reservations, but oh well.

We sat down and ordered drinks before we started talking. I just ordered a simple water; I wasn’t very big on carbonated drinks.

“So what are you thinking about ordering?” Justin asked as he looked through his menu.

“I have no idea yet. I usually don’t come to such fancy restaurants.”

“Well I thought it’d be a treat for the both of us. I don’t usually come to fancy places either to be honest with you.”

We both laughed and smiled at each other. It was quiet for a few minutes, and within those, I looked around at the people staring at us. Some were taking videos while they ate, and others just staring and taking pictures. I guess I wasn’t that bothered by it, but it wasn’t very comfortable either.

When we ordered, Justin just ordered something that the both of us could share. Some sort of pasta dish, I guess. Our food came and we gladly shared the big platter that was set in the middle of our table. It was really good, but I didn’t eat much as usual. When we finished, well not the pasta, we were just full; I set my napkin from my lap back onto the table.

“I’m going to the bathroom, be right back.”

Justin nodded and I stood and found my way through the tables to the bathroom. I went immediately to the stall and knelt down on my knees. I gagged myself, making myself throw up. I couldn’t keep that food down, it just wasn’t me.

 

“You’re seriously making me go to the doctor?” I asked as I sat in the backseat.

“Yes, honey. What you’re doing isn’t normal. You need to stop, you need to get help.”

“Nothing about me is ever normal.” I mumbled.

My mom wanted me to go to the doctor; no she was making me, because I wouldn’t eat. And when I did eat, I just threw it up. I already figured that I was bulimic, but she wanted me to get help. Nothing was going to help the fact that I was perfect. Every single damn time I look in the mirror I see and ugly, overweight, unwanted girl; so I try to changed that by throwing up my problems. It seemed to be working, but I was never skinny enough.

“The results came back, and (YN), you’re very underweight. I know that you’ve probably heard it before, but you need to start gaining weight before something bad happens to you. Bulimia can be fatal, and I don’t want to see that happening. I’ve prescribed you to these pills that will help you gain weight…”

She just kept on talking and talking and talking! I just wanted to yell ‘shut up’ and run out of her office, but of course that wouldn’t turn out very well. She finished her little speech and gave my mom some papers before we left and headed to the car. I walked fast, trying to avoid contact with my mom. That didn’t work at all.

“Did you understand everything that she said (YN)? You could die from this if you don’t stop.”

“Whatever.”

I sighed and got in the car, put my headphones in, and curled my knees up to my chest. Even though I was 17 years old, I was not going to sit in the front seat next to that bitch.

 

I snapped out of my thoughts and coughed. My throat burned badly so I got up, flushed the toilet, and headed to the sink, pulling down my dress. I cupped some whatever in my hands and washed my mouth out before using my little bottle of mouthwash to finish the job; minty fresh. Yes, I could die from this. No, I didn’t care very much. I wasn’t afraid of the idea of death. It didn’t overwhelm me. Plus, that was a year ago and I was still alive after doing it every day.

I walked out of the bathroom to see Justin paying for our dinner. I walked to our table and stood by my chair as he stood up. I gave him a smile and hugged him. He seemed surprised as I put my arms around his neck; it took him a few minutes to return the favor.

“Thanks for dinner, really.” I whispered in his ear.

“No big deal.” He smiled.

We left the restaurant and went back to the hotel. Even though the food was delicious, I couldn’t have kept it down. But Justin didn’t need to know that, not now, not ever.

When we got back, we settled down; both changing into pajamas and sitting together on the couch and watching TV. It was like normal, all except for when TMZ came on. I offered to turn it off, but Justin wanted to watch it because we were on TV. Wait, I was on TV! With Justin Bieber! Shit… This was not good, now everyone would know where I was and ugh. Life sucks. I sat with my knees pulled up to my chest, waiting for Justin’s segment to come on.

“Last night, Justin was seen entering a five star hotel in Charlotte, North Carolina with just a girl, none of his crew by his back. We’re all wondering, what happened to Olivia? Well she’s in Europe of course, working, while Justin is in a hotel with a girl. Could he be cheating with this mysterious girl? Or just friends? The following footage is them the following morning leaving with his entire crew.”

A video flashed up of us leaving, but you couldn’t see who I was luckily. I had covered up pretty well. While I was worrying about if I was seen or not, Justin was pacing the floors angrily. He looked like he wanted to punch something, or someone… I stood and stopped him by placing my hand on his chest and standing in front of him.

“Justin, what are you going to do about all of this?” I asked quietly.

“Hand me my phone.” He said.

I quickly grabbed his phone and gave it to him. I had no idea who he was calling or what he was doing, but I wasn’t the only one wondering. Fredo had knocked on the door and I let him come in. We both sat anxiously and waited for Justin to calm down.

“Do you know who he’s calling?” he asked me.

I shrugged and tried listening to Justin. He was still walking back and forth, his face tense and his fists clenched.

“What the hell are you saying to them?!” Justin yelled into the phone.

It was Olivia, Fredo and I both knew right away. I was scared myself, Just listening to what he said to her.

 

(Justin’s POV)

 

“Hello?” she said in a preppy voice.

I was pissed. I knew right away that Olivia had done an interview with everyone she could. I knew that after yesterday, she was going to parade the streets with a sign saying that I was the douchebag.

“What the hell are you going to say them!?” I yelled at her.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m going to fucking worry about it Liv. Tell me right now.”

“I’m just going to give them the facts. How you broke my heart and made me feel worthless and that you cheated on me with the whore.”

Her words sort of hurt me. She called (YN) a whore, and now I was even more pissed at her. (YN) meant a lot to me; she was beautiful and smart and funny and- I’m getting lost in my thoughts. Back to Liv.

“Listen, you act like I don’t know about the time you hooked up with your manager. The only whore in this situation is you.

“Who told you that!?” she screamed.

“Trust me, I have my ways. Now listen if you tell them that I cheated on you and that I’m a douchebag, you’ll regret it.”

“Oh yeah, and why is that?”

“Because, don’t forget- I have 30 million people defending me, and without me, you’re nothing.”

“Like you can do anything. You wouldn’t do that anyways!”

“Watch me.”

I hung up the phone and before Fredo or (YN) could say anything more, I dialed Scooter’s number. I was going to tell everyone about Olivia and her lying cheating ways. I knew that she was going to tell everyone that I ‘cheated on her’, but it wouldn’t be as bad as what I was going to say.

“Hey, is there any way that you can get me an interview before our choreography tomorrow?” I asked in a somewhat calm voice.

“Choreography starts at 9:00am, you would get up before then?” he joked.

“Yeah, just please do this for me.”

“Alright, alright. Why anyways?”

“Because, the truth needs to come out.”

He laughed and agreed before I hung up the phone and calmed myself down. I was upset that Olivia was being such a bitch, but payback is one too, and it hurt. I was ready for that interview tomorrow as I sat back down on the couch and rested for a minute.

“Man, what was that all about?” Fredo asked as he sat on the other couch.

(YN) was by my side, but she was being fairly quiet. She looked comfortable, hair tied up with no make-up on. She looked- beautiful. I couldn’t help but stare until Fredo interrupted me and she caught me.

“Olivia’s being an ass. I just can’t stand her right now.” I answered.

I really just wanted to go to bed… in the same one as (YN). I was beginning to like her, as in more than a friend. This was more than I probably should, but she was just so stunning. I was just so amazed that someone like her had come into my life and stay.

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Twisted: Chapter 5.

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Sunday, August 19th, 2012

7:00am

 

I woke up the next morning and slowly stretched my arms. I accidentally hit my knuckles on the headboard and winced in a bit of pain. I yawned and turned on my side to reveal the sunlight directly hitting my eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut for a few seconds, which caused last night to flash back in my head. My eyes were still swollen from crying so much. When I opened them up once more, I saw that the duvet covering the bed had been peeled back, like someone had gotten out. I glanced around and realized that Justin wasn't in the room, so he couldn't have slept in the same bed as me, could he?

I slipped out of bed and stretched one last time, but I was interrupted by noises coming from the window. I had a questioning look on my face as I dragged myself over to the window and opened the curtains. I was literally stunned at what I saw. There were hundreds- no thousands, of girls chanting Justin's name outside of the hotel. It was faint because we were so far up from the ground, but you could still hear it. I shook my head and backed away, shutting the curtains. We had a little patio to our room, but obviously Justin and I couldn't use it now.

I made my way towards the other side of the room and peeked through the crack of the door to peer out into the living room. Justin was pacing back and forth, with his phone held up to his ear. I listened to what he was saying.

"Listen, she's been having a tough time so I took her back to a hotel so she could rest properly... You're overreacting!... Stop calling her that, she's my friend and amazing girl!... Yeah, well right now I like her more than I like you... You know what, we did kiss! And I liked it!... If it helps, we slept in the same bed together last night too... You need to get over yourself; I’m done with you... Well I just did."

My lips slightly parted and I watched as Justin hung up the phone and set it down, taking a deep breath, and then taking a sip of his orange juice. I opened the door all the way and walked towards him, causing him to immediately stand and turn towards me. I smiled and sat down by the counter; he came around the other way and stood.

"I take it you heard all of that?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah, surprisingly over the screams coming from outside."

"Are you kidding me?" I shook my head, "Sometimes I wonder how they always find me..."

We both laughed and then it became quiet again. I could only think about that kiss... And we both liked it. And he just broke up with Olivia; I mean everything was starting to get even more awkward though it shouldn't be. We had even slept in the same bed together the previous night.

"I'll call my security and tell them to come get us, unless you still need to do something here?"

"Nope, nothing here for me." I said quietly.

He walked away and behind me I heard him talking. Things were really weird between us, I mean we didn't even know each other and had already slept together and kissed. Could this trip be any more awkward?!

On top of that, I couldn't get my mind off of my dad... And there was only one way that I got my mind off of things.

"Hey Justin," I said turning around and standing up, "I'm going to go take a shower."

He nodded and went back to talking to them. I snuck back into the bedroom and to the bathroom while he spoke.

"Listen, I'll tell you the story when you get here, just hurry before the hotel kicks us out for causing all of this."

I sighed before closing the door and quietly undressing. I started the shower and stepped in to feel the hot water engulfing my body. The air was filled with steam and I could tell that the mirror was foggy. I took the razor in my hands and took it apart, by now I was getting pretty good at it. I couldn't stop myself as I swiped the sharp blade across my wrist. It was like a satisfaction, feeling the pain. Blood dropped from my arm and fell to the drain, washing away just like that. After some time, I started become somewhat dizzy, and I knew I had to stop. I washed away the excess blood and got out of the shower, wrapping myself up in a towel and leaving the bathroom.

I grabbed a quick outfit and headed back into the bathroom to dry my hair and get dressed. I decided to keep the natural look, no make-up and natural hair. I walked out of the bathroom to see Justin standing outside, on the patio. Great, he wanting to cause the hotel problems didn't he? I smiled and made my way towards the sliding glass doors. I didn't want to walk outside and cause a commotion, so I knocked on the door, causing Justin to turn around and smile at me. He waved goodbye to the screaming, crying fans, and headed back inside.

"They're the only people who make me smile like that." he said.

"I wish I could say that about someone or at least something."

We sat down together in the living room and I turned on the TV. It was going to be awhile until his little crew got here, so we had some time to spare.

"How long until we’re rescued?" I joked.

"An hour or so."

He laughed and within a few minutes, turned off the TV on me! I looked at him funny and he turned to me with a serious face.

"Look, I know that you're having a tough time with your dad and everything but I just want to make sure that you know that I'm always here for you. Over this past- well day- I've made a new friend. And also, about that whole kiss... Well... Let's just keep that between us for now."

"And same with sleeping in the same bed?"

"Yeah. Anyways, tell me about yourself, if you don't mind."

I turned towards him and began telling him about myself, avoiding the topic of siblings and parents. He just sat there staring at me, like he was actually interested. I wasn't sure if he really was, but it was different because nobody ever paid attention to what I had to say. I stopped for a minute and just laughed.

"What?" he asked with a smile.

"You. Just, nobody ever seems so interested in what I say."

He looked at me like I was crazy and moved back in shock. I laughed a little more and he did too.

"Are you kidding me, your so- I love listening to you though!"

I blushed and looked back into his eyes. I guess he really liked to hear about me, unlike everyone else. It was different, but I liked it.

"So tell me about your family, what are they like-"

Just then someone knocked on the door. I untensed myself and felt relief as Justin stood to answer it. Whoever was on the other side just saved my ass. Justin greeted the guy at the door then turned back towards me.

"Shall we?" he said.

I laughed and we grabbed our small bags and headed downstairs. When we got to the lobby, I was honestly scared to leave. I think everyone could tell, at least I knew that Justin could.

"Here, put my sweatshirt over you and just run to the door and hop in, it's that easy." Justin said.

"It doesn't look that easy."

"I know, but just make sure that no one sees you."

I nodded and a guard grabbed my arm and helped me outside. I could feel flashes on me as I ran forward and into the van. I moved quickly away from the door so that Justin and the rest of the people could get in. Once they did, the door shut and we were off already. It went by that quick, I was amazed.

"Wow, you do this everywhere you go?" I asked Justin as he caught his breath.

"Yup, pretty much."

He didn't seem very excited when he said it, he actually seemed really upset. I just kept my mouth shut on the way there. He introduced me to everyone; his manager, Scooter, his director and friend, Fredo, and the rest of his crew and management. They were all nice and gladly accepted me. Then Justin started talking about Olivia and everyone's mood changed. They were all kind of glad that they broke up, but they talked about how they knew that she was going to start something with the media, which I could see her doing. I just sat quietly until we got to the airport and on the jet. It was private, which was really nice, and Justin said that he'd get my car back to Atlanta for me. But really, I had nowhere to go after that, I mean I didn't have enough money to go to Europe... After we took off, I quietly sat with my headphones in and stared out of the window. I knew that Justin was going to bother me either way, but for now, I wanted at least some peace and quiet.

"You look worried." Justin said as he took out my headphones.

I looked over to him and gave him a weak smile. I took a deep breath and looked away again. He got my attention again by placing his hand on my thigh. I looked down then back up into his eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing."

"Where are you going after you leave Atlanta?"

He looked concerned, but I didn't buy it at all. I could barely think about it, I'd have to find a job and stay in a hotel until maybe I could afford an apartment, which might never happen.

"Do you really care?" I asked in a snotty way.

"I just- I'm just wondering."

He back away and leaned back in his seat next to me. Now I felt like a bitch, great, I had to say something. Ugh, why did he have to make me feel so guilty?!

"I'm sorry. But the answer to your question is... nowhere. Unless I can find a way to Europe, I just don't know." I said quietly.

He turned back towards me and smiled. I think that he did that on purpose to make me feel guilty, he was good.

"I have no idea why you want to go to Europe- but I'll be stopping there in February and if you want, you can join me."

I let out a little laugh as I wrapped my headphones around my phone. Go with him? Ha, funny. I couldn't just go with him, I mean I had- oh that's right. I didn't have anything left here for me.

"I can't exactly just 'join' you. I mean what would I do, there's nothing for me to possibly do for 6 months while you’re on tour I can't-"

"You can dance for me."

I looked at him like he was crazy. Dance for him? Dance, how I missed it so. But dance for Justin Bieber. I mean it couldn't be that bad: on a stage every night dancing my heart out for a few hours. That sounds like the life.

"Would they allow it? I mean can I just join?"

"We recently had someone quit and join Rihanna, if that helps." Fredo cut in.

Justin got a huge smile on his face and so did I. I ended up jumping on top of him, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him to death. After a few seconds, he hugged me back and I pulled away to kiss his cheek. When my lips touched his skin, I felt little sparks. When I pulled away, I could tell that he felt it too, and we both smiled. I realized that I was literally sitting on top of him and I blushed.

"Sorry-

"No, no, it's fine. I'm glad that you're happy."

Twisted: Chapter 4.

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Saturday, August 18th, 2012

1:00pm

"So you're not telling me anything about you?" he asked as we drove down the highway, wind whipping my hair around.

I slipped on my sunglasses and smiled looking forward. I wasn't going to answer his question, and I think after a few minutes of silence besides the wind, he understood that. I turned on the radio and avoided any further conversation by turning it all the way up. That quickly ended when we stopped at a light and Justin turned it down.

"One question. Just answer one of my questions."

"What?" I asked as I turned to him annoyed.

"Why are you wearing a long sleeved shirt? It's like 100 degrees out."

"Personal preferences." I simply said with a smile.

He shook his head and we sat in silence with only music once again. Eventually(I figured that this would happen) one of his songs came on. I rolled my eyes as he danced along to it and sang. I couldn't help but laugh and dance along.

"ALL AROUND THE W-O-ORLD PEOPLE WANT TO BE LOVED." We both sang along.

I kept looking over to Justin and smiling. They way he moved and sang along was really cute, I couldn't help but smile.

I told him that there was no questions, and when he asked them, I just gave him simple answers. He stopped asking after that and just sat there content as he ate his candy and sang to every single song. This was such a boring road trip, I didn't understand why he wanted to come with so badly. The only good thing was seeing that he was so happy.

I turned to him to see him holding up his phone towards me. I gave him a funny look and tried swatting it away, but he quickly dodged my hands.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a laugh.

"Updating my fans on Instagram."

"Don't you think that they'll freak out if they see you're posting pictures of another girl?"

"You're right, I'll just keep these to myself."

I playfully hit him and we laughed together. I made him let me see the pictures and I actually looked pretty good. I wanted to share them, but Olivia would find out along with the rest of the fans... That wouldn't go over well.

"Hey, remember at the gas station when you said that you'd sing to me?" I said with a sly smile.

"Do you want me too?"

"Yeah, go for it."

"Alright, um..." He cleared his throat before beginning, "hey what's the situation? I'm just trying to make a little conversation, why the hesitation?"

I smiled and drove along while he sang. He really had a great voice, I couldn't help but smile... Again. I kept on making him sing song after song to me, but he didn't mind.

When we finally crossed the border into North Carolina, there was only about an hour before we arrived in Charlotte, where my dad lived. Justin knew now that we were in North Carolina and he had so many questions.

"Can you please just tell me about yourself!?" he begged.

"Trust me, I have an ugly past and who knows what's going to happen now. You don't want to know."

He groaned and slouched in his seat. We had been driving for 5 hours and I wasn't annoyed by him yet, surprisingly. He asked a question about every five minutes but I never answered him.

"You know, you're beautiful on the outside. But your hiding something on the inside." he said.

"Thanks, and I know." I said.

Welcome to Charlotte! the sign read. I felt relief and my heart raced. Now just to find out where he lived. I had so many things that were running through my head. How do I tell him? How will he react? Will he like me? I couldn't handle myself I was so excited. I was finally getting to meet my dad. Soon enough, I'd be meeting my biological dad...

"So, Charlotte North Carolina. What's here for you?" Justin asked as he sat up and yawned.

"Don't worry about it." I replied as I parked at a gas pump.

"Still a mystery, I like it." he said quietly.

"Are you hitting on me?" I asked with a smile.

"Come on, I-I have a girlfriend." he said uneasily.

I rolled my eyes and got out of the car. I looked around and realized that I was going to need directions in order to get to where I was going. I asked Justin to fill up the tank while I went inside. As I headed up to the door, I unlocked my phone and checked the address. Okay, got it.

"Excuse me, can you give me directions to this address?" I said holding up my phone to the cashier.

"Yeah, um..."

She continued to give me precise directions to his house. I thanked her before heading back out to the car where Justin was patiently waiting. I got in and looked back at the pump.

"Did you pay?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh, uh thanks, you didn't-"

"Yes, I did. Don't even say what I think you're going to."

I gave him a weak smile adn started the car. I took a deep breath and headed to my dad's house. It was nerve racking, especially when I turned on his street. When we pulled up to the house, I looked over and sighed.

"Why are you so nervous?" Justin asked with a smile as he leaned forward a bit.

"Because, I just- stay here okay?"

He nodded and I got out of the car. I headed towards the door, and I wasn't as worried anymore. The house looked really nice on the outside and I felt a lot better. Maybe he had other kids and a wife and he knew how to contact my mom. I approached the door and sighed before knocking. I waited a few minutes, thinking that no one was ever going to answer, but I could hear yelling coming from the other side. I jumped a bit when the door swung open.

"Who the hell are you?" he sneered at me.

"I-I... Are you Des?"

He looked at me with a mean look on his face. I could tell by the looks of it that he was a dead-beat dad. He had a bottle of jack in his hands and his house was a mess. He was visibly an alcoholic and he wasn't a nice one either...

"Yeah, who's asking?"

"Me, I'm (YN), your daughter." I stuttered.

His eyes widened and he dropped the bottle. The glass shattered everywhere and the liquid got all over my feet. Before I could look back up, he had slammed the door in my face and yelled from behind it.

"Leave! I don't have a daughter!"

My lips parted and I could feel my jaw start to tremble a bit. I felt like something inside of me just died... My eyes started tearing up and I broke down, but I hid it. Justin couldn't see me like this. I quickly wiped away my tears and covered my face as I ran back to the car and got in. I started the car but Justin stopped me right away.

"What was that all about, were you crying?" Justin asked frantically.

"No, nothing happened. Can we just stay in a hotel for the night?"

"Yeah- sure- here let me drive."

We switched places and Justin drove to the nearest hotel. Well, not nearest, because I could tell that this was a five star hotel. We grabbed all of our stuff and Justin got us a room and we headed upstairs. Everything was quiet on the way up, I didn't want to speak, at all anymore that night.

When we got settled in, I realized that this was a suite. And it had only one bed. I sat down on the bed and began changing into my pajamas while justin sat in the living room, already changed. When i walked out, he immediately stood and stared at me. I weakly smiled and waved, while he made his way towards me.

"I, uh, know that you don't want to talk about you're problems with me but just so you know, I'm here to listen if you need me, which you probably won't bec-"

I pressed my lips against his without even realizing it. Our lips just moved in sync and I completely forgot everything around us for a few seconds. When I pulled away, we both became wide-eyed and stared at each other awkwardly.

"Oh my gosh did I just do that...?" I asked myself quietly as I looked away.

"Um..."

"I'm so sorry, I obviously know that you have a girlfriend and all it's just i'm in a tough place and-"

My voice trailed off into quiet sobs. I closed my eyes and let the tears soak into my sleeves as I held my hands up to my face. Just then, I felt Justin's arms wrap around me and hold me. I could feel his chest against mine through my sweater. I wanted to stay in that position even though I made things awakard already.

"(YN), I know i'm annoying with my questions, but will you please tell me why were here?" he asked quietly.

My lips trembled as I pulled away. I grabbed his hand and lead him into my room. We sat down on the bed together and I pulled out the papers. I was debating whethere to tell him the real story or not, and I decided not to.

"These papers that you asked about a million times- I was using them to find my dad because... Because I never really knew my dad and I wanted to. But it turns out that he's an alcoholic that wants nothing to do with me."

Tears started welling up in my eyes one last time and I felt Justin scoot clsoer to me and put his arms back around me. My breathing was shaky and I felt like I had died just a little inside. I swallowed hard and listened to Justin's heartbeat as I rested my head on his chest. It was somewhat calming as we sat on that bed throughout my sobs and silent cries for help.

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Twisted: Chapter 3.

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Saturday, August 18th, 2012

12:00pm

"You're just going to leave?!" my 'mom' screamed.

"Well I'm not staying here! Maybe I'll go find my real parents- yeah. That's exactly what I'll do."

"You don't even know their names!" my 'dad' yelled as he pointed fingers at me.

"No, but you do."

I stared at the both of them as I stood in the doorway. I was ready, all packed up and everything, to leave. I just needed to know where to start.

"Your dad lives somewhere in North Carolina. As for your mom, she lives in England or something-"

"What are their names?" I yelled.

"Your dad's name is Des something and I can't exactly remember your mom's. Just- take these with you. There the papers from when we adopted you, they'll give you all of the info." he handed me a folder.

She tried swatting them away but he held her back as he gave me them. I rolled my eyes and mumbled thanks before slamming the door on my way out.

I teared up as I stared at the papers. my real parents were somewhere out there, and all I needed to do was find them. My mom lived in England, but my dad was right here in the United States. I had to find them now, that was my first priority. I wiped away the blood from my wrists, pulled my sleeves down, and set the blade down. I started my car and sniffled before driving off and heading in town to find out where I was. The only thing that really calmed me was having my convertible top down with the wind blowing through my hair. It was calming for some odd reason; breathing in the cold air as I drove along at a steady pace.

I looked around at all of the signs and everything and I eventually found out that I was in Atlanta, Georgia. Figures, seeing Justin Bieber was here. I grabbed my phone and found a correct route to Charlotte, North Carolina. Six hours, great, this was going to be a long drive... And I could only stop on the side of the road to sleep. I parked my car at a gas station and got out to fill my tank. I swear, I have the worst luck ever, because I heard a familiar voice behind me and turned to see the only person I didn't want to, sort of...

"Funny running into you again." Justin's voice echoed throughout the empty gas station.

I rolled my eyes and continued filling up my tank. I tried ignoring him as best I could, but that didn't work so well. I wanted him to just go away, and he wanted me to dance for him. I felt a presence near me and turned to my left to see Justin leaning against my car standing just a foot or so away from me.

"What do you want?" I asked.

He threw his hands up and backed away slightly. I couldn't help but smirk at his attempt to act 'scared' of me.

"Woah there, just wanted to say hi, my bad."

"Well you said it, so now what?"

I was acting real bitchy, and I knew that I was, but I really wanted to leave. And I honestly regretted seeing him, because I had a feeling he wasn't going to leave until I did. Six hours. That's all, and I'd be able to see my dad. Maybe he'd even let me live with him!... I just had to get away from Justin before he did something to make me stay. He was that type of guy; the one to like hypnotize you or something to that extent. I wanted badly to dance for him, because I knew that he would appreciate it and maybe I could get somewhere, but I couldn't. What if he wanted me as one of his dancers? I couldn't do that, I had to find out who I was first.

"Listen, I just wanted to talk. Maybe we could chill before you leave?"

"Sorry, but I'm leaving now-"

"Can I come with?" he asked.

I let out a little laugh and slipped my card into the machine to pay. Him come with me? It was pretty funny to think about. But no, that wasn't possible and it never would be.

"I'm being serious- listen, anything to get away from this life for awhile would be nice. I have a break until my tour anyways. Where are you headed to?"

"Somewhere where you don't want to go."

"Come on, give me a chance."

I sighed and leaned up against my car next to him. He really wanted to go- and I felt like I should let him... Wait no! What am I thinking, he can't come with! He would criticize me about my past and about what I'm doing in the present... He couldn't come with, how would I hide everything from him?

"Don't you have a girlfriend to attend to?" I asked looking around.

"She had to go on a little trip to Europe for her modelling phot shoot. I dropped her off at the airport a little bit ago."

"Model, figures." I mumbled.

He didn't hear me, luckily. I rolled my eyes and started walking towards the gas station. He followed closely behind me and would not leave me alone at all! He just kept begging and begging to go with.

"No matter how much you beg, I'm just going to say no." I said as I walked back out to my car with some candy and beef jerky in my hands.

"Listen," he said as he grabbed my arm and stopped me, "If you don't let me come with you, then I'll have to follow you, and I'm sure that you don't want that. Because trust me, if Justin Bieber follows someone, so do the cameras. And if the cameras follow him, so do the fans."

"Are you threatening me with your fame?" I said with a smirk.

"Sort of- just please! Let me go with you."

"And what's in it for me?" I asked.

"I'll sing for you?" he suggested.

I laughed and shook my head at him. I could not believe that he had just convinced me to bring him with me on my little journey.

"Fine. But on one condition- no questions. Don't ask me where we are going, don't ask me anything about me. Got it?"

"Yes!" he yelled as he threw his hands up in the air.

I shook my head and jumped over the door of my car and sat down. Justin came over to my door as I started my car and did a little dance.

"Meet me at 4 seasons hotel in room 652, you can help me pack."

I nodded and waited a few minutes after he left to give him some time. He wasn't driving his own car, he was in a van with, what I suspected, his crew. When I finally decided to go, I headed to the nearest highway and to the hotel. When I arrived, I couldn't believe what I saw. This hotel was huge, I mean HUGE. I looked all around as I pulled up to the doors. A valet immediately took my car and parked it. Nice manners, I thought. I walked into the doors and up to the desk, trying not to get lost. There was barely any people, surprisingly. The lady at the desk smiled at me and put on her glasses.

"May I help you?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes, um, do you know where Justin Bieber's room is?"

"That's confidential information miss I'm sorr-"

"My names (YN) (YLN)."

Her mouth formed an 'o' and she slid back in her chair. I smiled and tilted my head a bit and waited for her reply.

"(YN), yes, I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience. Room 652 will be on the 6th floor and to your right, just follow the numbers and you'll get there in no time."

I thanked her and headed towards the elevators. Gosh, I forgot that his room had to be 'confidential' because he was famous.

When I arrived at his room number, I knocked on the door and it just opened with my slight touch. I shrugged, yeah, very confidential, I thought.

"Yeah, right now... Yes right now... It was an in-the-moment thing... She's in Europe... Bye." Justin hung up the phone and turned his attention to me.

"Hi." I said quietly.

"Hey, you're already here."

"Yep... You ready to go?" I asked.

"Yeah, lemme just tell Fredo to get the rest of my stuff sent back to my house."

I nodded and sat down, making myself welcoming. He was only bringing a small suitcase, which I thought was weird because he was Justin Bieber. The rest of his luggage was being picked up by someone by the name of Fredo, I guess? But for now, I knew this was going to be a long ass trip.

Twisted: Chapter 2.

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Wednesday, August 15th, 2012

7:00pm

You were adopted. Those words never left my head throughout the whole night and continuing into the next day. Nothing was heard after those words, because I stormed into my room and slammed the door. I stayed awake the whole night, thinking. These people are strangers. For the past 17 years they have lied to me. My real parents are out there somewhere, missing me and wanting me back. And these people, had the nerve to take me away from them.

I got home from dance the next day and stormed back into my room. I went straight to the bathroom, like usual after school and after dance. When I looked in the mirror, I was disgusted by myself. I couldn't stand looking so I had to leave the bathroom before I grabbed that lone blade that I kept in my cabinet. Even though I'd just do it later anyways, I decided to wait to cause myself pain. I sat on my bed, staring into the distance, when my 'mom' walked in and stood there in her work clothes with a stern face.

"I expect to see you at dinner in 15 minutes."

"Fine."

A few minutes had passed, she had stayed staring at me. Then she quietly shut my door and left. I took a deep breath and brushed away the tears. When I headed down to dinner, I was almost about to break down in front of them. Those strangers. We all sat around the table in silence, literally. You could only hear the clanking of the forks hitting the plates. I barely ate, but that was usual. I could feel my 'mom's' eyes on me the whole time. Then they started talking, like normal, like they didn't just tell me that I was fucking adopted. I slammed my fork down on the table, pushed my plate back, and stood up.

"How do you people sit here and act like everything is perfectly fine?! You! You-You bitch!"

"Do not call your mother that!"

"She's not my fucking mother, and you're not my father! This is all fake, you're fake. Thanks for lying to me for the past 18 years of my miserable life."

I ran upstairs, avoiding their last words.  I slammed my door shut and ran to my closet. I took out a bag and began packing.

Saturday, August 18th, 2012

9:00am

I was glad that I had saved up money, because I needed it a lot. I could only drive, drive away from there. Some nights, I just slept in my car because I didn't want to pay for a hotel. I had nowhere left to go anymore. This meant that I had dropped out of school, left everything behind. I knew that I wouldn't have a future unless I danced. Speaking of dancing, I hadn't danced for days now. This never happened. I danced everyday usually, now I was just stopping places to use the bathroom. I hadn't eaten for the past 3 days, but I guess that was normal...

Before I had left, I had found out my real parents names. Now I was searching for them, hoping that maybe they would love me for who I am. But right now, I had no idea what city I was in. I didn't bother figuring it out either. I just wanted to get away from there before I did anything. I could've checked on my phone, but nah. Road trips are fun when you don't know where you are. I stopped and parked in a parking lot, thinking of walking around and checking things out. I tried my hardest not to figure out what city I was in while I walked down the road, and luckily I didn't.

I stopped in front of what looked like an abandoned building. The name had read Dance. Dance, huh? A smile came across my face, because I knew exactly what that meant. Where there's a dance class, there's a studio. Where there's a studio, I'm happy. I looked around to make sure that no one was watching before I approached the door and wiggled the knob. It creaked open and I walked in quickly, shutting the door behind me. I searched around for a light switch, only to find one that lit the whole place. This was a very nice empty studio. I couldn't believe it was just open. I shrugged and got out my phone, putting in my earphones and I began to dance. This was amazing, I got to dance wherever I went. With a smile on my face, I began to sing too. I felt so free and feeling like it didn't matter if I made mistakes, because it didn't.

I finished my dance and closed my eyes, feeling peace as I breathed heavily. I opened my eyes to see people, clapping and cheering for me. I stood quickly and took out my headphones.

"Wow, you are amazing! Where'd you learn that?" I heard someone say.

I turned around on my heel, away from the crowd, to see a very familiar face. My lips parted slightly as I stood there in awe.

"Back in my home town, are you the Justin Bieber?" I stuttered.

"The one and only."

"I-I should leave, I-"

"Why?" he asked.

"I kinda just walked in here, trespassed- would be the perfect word."

I brushed my hair behind my ear and blushed. He laughed and shook his head as he walked closer to me.

"Stay for awhile, I'd like to see you dance more. Plus, I'm here to dance too, so are they." he motioned to the people behind me, "my dancers for my tour. AKA, the Bieberettes and the- we don't have a name for the guys yet..."

They all waved and smiled and I did the same back. We shared a quick laugh and continued talking. Justin kept giving me butterflies in my stomach, it was amazing. I'd never felt like this before, it was odd. I never liked Justin Bieber, but I'd always wanted to dance with him. Every time I saw him dance, it was so amazing. I sat down on the floor and watched them learn the new dances. Justin looked so dedicated and concentrated as he moved in sync with the rest of his little dancers. Just as they called for a break, I heard the door open again and turned my head to see none other than his girlfriend, Olivia Wickham. I hadn't known anything about the either of them, I just knew that they were the knew 'it' couple. After Selena, Justin seemed to have moved on to tall, beautiful, blonde girls, like Olivia.

"JUSTIN! I thought you said that you'd take me shopping today?" she yelled across the room.

Everyone quieted down and looked away. I stared directly at her. The tone of her voice frightened me, I thought maybe she would've been way more nicer than that. I guess I was wrong.

"Babe, I told you that I had to work on this. My tour is in less then a month-"

"But you said that you would take me shopping and I want to go now!"

"Calm down, practice is almost over. Just go sit over there and wait."

"Fine." she snapped back.

Justin took a swig of his water before gathering up his dancers and continuing. Olivia strutted her way over to me and stood just a few feet away. She typed away on her pink iPhone not paying any attention to me. I moved my attention back to Justin dancing, I tapped my foot along to the beat.

"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you dancing?"

I looked up to see her looking down on me. She looked so mean and vicious as she leaned on one hip and flipped her blonde hair.

"Oh, I'm not a dancer, I'm just watching-"

"Then you might as well leave, nothing for you here." she snapped.

She turned her attention back to her phone and began typing away. What a bitch, I thought. I grabbed my bag and stood up. I looked at her once more as she gave me a mean girl look and walked away. I took a deep breath and headed towards the door. Just as I grabbed the handle, I felt a strong hold on my arm pulling me back. I turned around to see Justin smiling at me. The rest of the dancers were packing up and getting ready to leave while Justin stood in front of me smiling.

"Hey, where are you going?" he asked as he breathed heavily.

"Leaving." I abruptly said.

"Oh... Well can I get your number so that I could maybe possibly see you dance again?"

"I don't have a phone..." I lied.

I didn't really want him contacting me after today. Most people would be like why the hell not, but not me. I only had one goal, and that was to find my parents. This was just a pit stop on my way home.

"Then what's that right there." he said pointing to the pocket of my bag.

And of course I had to keep my phone in a clear pocket where it was visible to the whole freaking world. I sighed and nodded, taking my phone out and handing it to him so that he could put in his number. He handed it back and smiled at me one last time.

"I'll see you later then?" he said.

"Probably not, I will be in a different city, maybe even state, by tomorrow."

"Travelling person-"

"Not travelling, just lost."

"JUSTIN! NOW!" Olivia yelled as she interrupted us.

"I'll make sure to see you again." he said before walking backwards towards Olivia.

"Probably not." I said.

I rolled my eyes and turned around and headed out of the studio. I walked all the way back to my car and sat in it smiling. I couldn't stop thinking about Justin, but at the same time I had to stop.

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Twisted: Chapter 1.

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Tuesday, August 14th, 2012

6:30pm

I slipped my headphones in my ears and walked into the studio. It was empty and silent, you could hear a pin drop. I set my bag down and gracefully strode to the middle of the room. The lights were dimmed and it was after hours, when I had my own time. I took a deep breath and pressed play on my phone that I slipped into the waistband of my pants. Everything that had happened that day was gone, all of my worries. I moved my body in sync to the song Moment 4 Life by Nicki Minaj.

"I believe that life is a prize. But to live doesn't mean you're alive..." I rapped out loud.

I liked having a peaceful loneliness like this, I had time to forget about the world and worry about only me and my dancing. It wasn't regular dance, but hip hop dance. It got my heart beating and my adrenaline pumping. The only interruption was time, it seemed to never stop.

I packed up my stuff and checked the time. Seven o'clock. Good, I had some time to get home and be in time for dinner at eight. I swung my bag over my shoulder and walked out of the studio. It was late, and the sun was already setting. I took a deep breath, looked left and right, and crossed the street. Within twenty minutes, I was at home. I put my hair up as I stood outside of my front door, just getting it out of my face. I walked inside to be greeted by my parents warm smiles. I smiled back and waved before running downstairs in the basement where my room was. It was nice and cool as I stripped down and stepped into the hot steamy shower. The water ran down my back and I felt comfort for sometime. Once I got out, I put on comfy baggy clothes and heady upstairs for dinner. My parents were waiting patiently for me and they were ready to say prayers. After prayers, we began another silent dinner. Small talk, but it was the same thing.

"How was school?" my dad asked.

"Good." I simply replied.

"And your little class?" my mom continued.

"It's better mom, I only made a few mistakes today." I said quietly.

"(YN), you know how we feel about that kind of-"

"I know, dad, I'm sorry. It'll be better tomorrow."

"It better. No mistakes, o-our girl isn't going to be a screw up like the rest of these people."

"Or you could just quit and focus on school like a-"

"No mom."

She quieted down and we ate in silence once more. I couldn't stand when she urged me to quit my dancing. It pissed me off, but I never said too much to her about how mad I got. I just brushed the rest off and calmed myself down.

When dinner was over, I headed upstairs to work on some 'homework'. My mom seemed so uneasy today, she must've been stressed at work. I sat down on my bed, put in my headphones, grabbed my binders, and started writing. No mistakes. My parents words echoed in my head. I couldn't stand how they were perfectionists. Every time I got something wrong, they'd ignore me for days, even weeks sometimes, and it was hard. Good thing tonight I didn't have any homework, it gave me some time for other things. I tapped my foot on the floor, chewing on the back of my pencil. Just as I went to write down some lyrics that I thought of, my phone went off. I answered it right away, so that I wouldn't wake my parents with the loud ringtone. You could say that I was really respectful, sometimes...

"Hello?"

"Hey girl, who's up for some partying on a Monday night?"

"Who's this?"

"This is Grace, from your science class... and almost any other class... But anyways, do you wanna come to a party with me?"

"Oh hey Gracie. You're inviting me?"

I was a bit surprised. See, in school I wasn't the most popular person you'd meet. I was more the quiet, shy type. I keep everything to myself, so most people don't know me, I don't let them.

"Of course, I thought maybe the nerd could get out for once." she joked.

"Oh thanks!" I said sarcastically, "but I can't, parents won't allow it."

"Come on, sneak out!"

I thought about it for a minute. Maybe for once I could do something bad... I don't usually, so it wouldn't be that big of a deal if my parents found out. Well, yes it would, but still. I sighed and stood up.

"I'll be ready in 20, meet me outside at the park across from my house."

"Yay! See ya later baby!"

She hung up the phone and I sat back down for a minute. I was surprised that she invited me to a party! Gracie and I were friends, but we didn't hang out outside of school, it was more of an in-school friendship. I didn't mind, because she was literally the only person besides adults, who talked to me.

I put on one of my cutest outfits and did my hair and makeup. I walked back into my room, grabbed my phone, and checked the time. Nine-thirty. I was ready to go, and it had only been fifteen minutes. I waited for a text from Grace, turning my phone on low as I walked out of my room, down the hall, and towards the stairs. I peeked my head behind me, no sign of my parents. As I headed downstairs, I could hear whispers, so I listened in.

"She has to know soon, we can't just keep this from her." my dad whispered.

"But I can't, it'll break her heart. She's ours, our perfect little girl that we always wanted and you can't take that away from me."

"I'm sorry."

I leaned back on the wall and thought. It'll break her heart. What will? I had to know. I slowly walked down the stairs, obviously attracting attention towards myself. My parents both stood, my mom with sadness in her eyes along with my dad. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and stared at the both of them.

"What'll break my heart?" I asked.

"Why are you so dressed up?"

"Stop avoiding my question mom. What will break my heart?"

Both of my parents exchanged glances with each other before looking back at me. They motioned for me to sit down with them and I did. There was literally no noise in the room besides our breathing.

"Honey, promise to be calm about this-"

"Just tell me! I can never be mad at you mom, or you dad."

They stared at me and my mom had tears in her eyes. I felt my phone vibrate and I quickly checked it. Grace was outside waiting for me, but I had to make her wait just a bit longer.

"(YN), we aren't your biological parents. You were adopted."

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