Smooth Criminal (a Justin Bieber fan fiction)

FINAL CHAPTER "You're not gonna kill him." "Try to stop me."

I'm waking up, but slowly. The migraine feels like it's cutting my brain in two pieces. I'm sitting up and I look around, confused and scared. Everything's blurry and I'm still seeing everything double. I'm not at the masquerade ball anymore. I don't know where I am. I stand up, but my heels are too high, I can't stand straight. People dancing and drinking. People making out. There's people everywhere. Loud music. I can't even hear my own thoughts. My head is pounding, everything's spinning.

Someone gives me a shot. I take it, I'm terrified but I drink it anyway. I drink another. I like it. I'm laughing so hard but I don't know why. Another shot. I turn to a guy beside me and I start to kiss him roughly. He's sliding his tongue down my throat. I'm enjoying it. He starts to caress my breasts. I have no control over my body and I don't know what i'm doing. I am so damn drunk and so damn high that it's terrifying but I'm enjoying it.

One more shot. Two hands comes from behind as I snatch. Someone is licking my ear and whispering something but I don't know what but it's a mans voice. I like it. He massages my waist sensually. A sexual tension is growing between us. He takes my hand but I need more help standing straight. I'm wrapping my arms around his soft neck and he squeezes my ass making me jump up in his embrace. It's still blurry and I can't see his face but I don't care. He smashes our heads together, kissing me heavy. Our tongues fighting desperately for dominance. I can feel the air thinning. I need a breath pause but I keep kissing him as he carry me upstairs.

We're in a room, a big master bedroom. A dark bedroom, dark sheets, dark furniture, dark everything. He is holding me pinned against the wall. He's tugging on my neck and squeezing my ass, hard as I am moaning out loud. I know what's gonna happen next and I'm totally up for it. The guy is tearing my dress apart as I am throwing off his white t-shirt. I'm caressing his abs same time as he unbutton his jeans. I throw them away as our lips and tongues retouches once again. He unclenches my bra and let it fall to the floor. He's holding my left leg against his hips and massaging my breasts sexually making me moan into the wet kiss. I'm running my hands through his spiky chocolate brown hair. I can feel my heart beating faster and my body get warmer. He travels down from my mouth to my neck, from my neck to my collarbone, from my collarbone to my breasts. He's sucking my nipples making me moan even louder. I'm moaning his name "Na.. Nate" I need to breath. "Nathaniel!"

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I could feel the ice cold wind penetrating my clothes, desperate to harm my fragile body. It felt like sharp shards made of ice, wanting to cut my skin. My whole body was completely frozen, my eyes were heavy as lead and my heart was barely beating. Like I had no pulse. Dead.

Thud..

Thud..

Thud..

I felt dead.

The wind got colder as the shards cut me harsher, it was as if the wind forced me to wake up. I flickered my heavy eyes open as I stretched on my body, that was almost one with the bench I was laying on. My heart started to pound more frequently as I looked around, feeling my stomach crunch in panic and remorse. I sat up harshly, not knowing where I was. I could feel the terror entering my body and the fear running through my veins. I was lying on a bench in the middle of a street I'd never seen before. Neither did I see any people. It felt like my heartbeats were pounding faster than what light travels. My heart was almost popping out of my chest.

Thud- thud- thud- thud- thud..

My body pushed me down to the bench as I put a hand on my forehead, feeling the massive migraine like needles in my brain. I gasped with wide eyes as the memories from last night were slowly coming back. The punch on my cheek started to ache again. I started to remember the whole night but the details were blurry.