I couldn't sleep. I spent the next 3 hours nonstop calling
Bailey, all she did was forward me. I laid on my back with
all the lights off, drowning in my own sorrow. I still was
crying, the tears streamed down my cheeks, one after another.
I still was in so much shock about earlier. i was also
getting worried, my mind was unfocused.
All I wanted was my baby to come back to me, I want her here
to cuddle and kiss. I felt a lone without her by my side. I
got out of bed, walking out into the living room where Ryan
was asleep.
"Ryan..." I whispered, trying to wake him up by shaking his
motionless body.
"Hmm?" He groaned, slowly opening his eyes.
"Bailey still hasn't came back. I'm really worried." I said,
squatting next to him. He rose from his lying down position.
"Do you want me to call her?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. I
got up, sitting next to him on the couch.
"Yeah, if you don't mind." He closed his eyes, reaching for
his phone ins groggy motion. He pulled it close to him,
squinting to see the number.
He hit call and I watched closely as he put it on
speaker.
"Hello?" There was her sweet voice on the other end. I could
tell by the way she sounded she had been crying.
"Hey Bailey." Ryan said, acting nonchalant.
"Oh, Hi." She sniffled, starting to cry.
"What's wrong?" Ryan asked under my command.
"This whole Justin thing. He thinks we are having sex behind
his back." She started to cry harder "I love him Ryan. So
damn much but I don't get why he doesn't just trust what we
are doing. I love him..." She contibued to cry.
"I know." Ryan said, being sympathetic. "Where are you, let
me come get you."
She hesitated, "Just you?" She asked.
I shot Ryan a look and he looked at me. He nodded his head,
telling me it was okay. I let him work his magic.
"Yes, just me." He said, rubbing his eyes again.
"Okay, I'm at the corner of 49th and Main street." Ryan shot
me a look, telling me to get going. I shot up without a shirt
and grabbed the keys to ny Ferrari. I ran down the hallway,
chanting the location to myself.
"49th and Main." Over and over again until I got into the
car. I put the keys in the ignition. I turned it and slammed
on the gas, speeding out into a bunch of traffic. I glanced
at the clock, 12:34 am. There was no way in hell there could
be this much traffic. I tapped on the steering wheel
nervously, just wanting to go get Bailey and take her home.
"let's Fucking move jackass!" I yelled, laying on my horn.
The guys stuck up the middle finger through the review
mirror.
"Asshole." I mumbled to myself, taking the first right I
could.down Main st.
I drove down some ways until I saw 49th street. I looked
around when the car came to a stop. Bailey was standing by a
shop, her arms crossed and her cheeks flush pink.
I backed up so I was even with her, honking the horn. She
didn't see it was me, she glanced at the car and began to
walk.
She was almost safe when a group of guys walked down the
sidewalk. Stopping her in her tracks.
I opened the door and one of the guys put their hand on her
ass.
"Can you please not touch me, my ride is here." Her back was
to me.
"Oh come on pretty lady, don't be hostile." he said, bringing
her close to him. "I said stop!" She yelled, pushing him
away.
I ran up behind her, surprising her. "You heard her, back
off."
The one laughed and looked at me, I had forgotten I was
shirtless. "Ha, look guys, its Justin Bieber!" The one
yelled. I took Bailey by the arm, pulling her toward the car.
"Come on Bailey." I said, safely putting her in the passenger
seat. I ran around to thr front but I was stopped by a stiff
arm sticking out.
"You can't just take our girl. That's not cool man." The
other cheered in unison.
I looked away, wiping my lips. "she is my girl, not yours. We
are going now." I said, sitting in my car. I plopped in the
front seat, locking the doors. They stood and watched as I
drove off.
I looked straight on the road, gripping thr steering
wheel.
"Bailey." I said, now turning my attention towrd her. She sat
in the seat, tears rushing down my face.
I didn't say another word until we pulled up to the
hotel.
"Bailey." I whispered again, putting the car in park and
turning it off.
She looked at me, tears fell. Her nose was red and her cheeks
flush pink.
"I'm so sorry." I whimpered out, going to wipe the tears from
her cheeks. She pulled away.
"Stop Justin." She said, opening up the car door and leaving
to go inside.
I sat in my car ans slammed my head on the steering wheel. I
was back in the state I was before, crying to myself. Just as
I thought I'd have my life back, she still hated me.
I got out, walking up to the room. I opened the door and slid
it shut quietly. Ryan looked at me, he saw how upset I
was.
"Where is she?" I asked, walking toward him.
He didn't say a word, he just pointed to the bedroom.
