Justin's POV
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings.
"Hello?" A raspy voice echoed through the phone line.
"Who's this?" I asked, questioning whether I entered the correct number I had memorized.
"Brad."
I exhaled through my nose in anger, trying to stay calm.
"Where's Rachel?" I asked through my clenched jaw.
"Who is - Oh," He chuckled, "Is this Justin?" He laughed, as I heard a crackling sound at the end of the line.
Such bad signal in prison.
"Fuck you." I spat in anger, still keeping my inner beast tamed.
"Rachel already has." He chuckled, and I knew it wasn't true.
I wouldn't let that dumbfuck bring his one-inch dick anywhere near my Rachy.
"Where is she?!" I raised my voice impatiently, as I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.
"She doesn't want you, Bieber." He chuckled yet again.
"You're full of shit, you know that? I won't let your cheap words get to me!" I yelled through the phone, a few prisoners chuckling behind me in the queue.
"Give her the phone." I lowered my voice, clenching my hand around the telephone.
"She doesn't want to talk to you, how many times must I say it?" His tone became frustrated.
"Prove it, you fucktard!"
"Alright." He simply said, as I heard the phone being placed down.
I heard crackling after a few seconds, indicating that the phone had been picked up.
"Hello?" I questioned.
"It's still me, I'm just going to ask her a question while the phone is on, so shut up, alright?"
I complied, since I have nothing better to do, as I listened closely.
"Rachel, why don't you go visit Justin?"
"Justin deserves to rot in hell." Her voice cracked.
What?
How could she?
I helped her, I'm here because I helped her.
Tears pricked the back of my eyes, as I sniffed them back.
"Eyo man, is he crying?" I heard one of the prisoners whisper behind me.
"See? She doesn't want you anymore, just deal. I'm not such a fucktard anymore, am I ?" Brad chuckled, as I heard a beep meaning he ended the call.
I punched the thick brick wall besides the phone in frustration, probably fracturing a few knuckles since it cracked and hurt like a bitch.
I slammed the telephone into it's holder, walking away from the area with my jaw and fists clenched.
I was going to crack any second now.
Mess with me, I fucking dare you.
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Brad's POV
I stopped the recording of Rachel, chuckling at Justin through the phone. He's so fucking gullible.
"See? She doesn't want you anymore, just deal. I'm not such a fucktard anymore, am I ?" I chuckled, pulling the phone away from my ear and ending the call.
I looked over to the couch, Rachel 'sleeping' peacefully under a thin blanket. She had a blue and black bruise beneath her eye, that was swelling every possible second.
I smiled, grabbing the keys off the counter as I headed out the door.
I grabbed the handle of Rachel's beautiful car, opening the door and entering it.
I'm sure she won't mind if I take it for a spin.
I shoved the keys into the ignition, starting up the car. I entered the familiar address into the GPS, sighing and rubbing my forehead.
I knew I was going to get a massive headache just by speaking to her.
I sped off to the destination, smirking at my success over the past month.
I finally made it to the familiar spot, hooting before I exited the car. I killed the engine, locking the car after I had closed the door.
"Bradley!!" She squealed as she whipped the door open.
Her designer heels clacked against the brick driveway as she attempted to run to me.
She placed her hands on her hair to prevent it from being messed up as she 'ran' towards me.
She eventually made it to me, jumping in my arms as I wrapped my arms around her sexy frame.
She pecked my cheek, smiling as I walked into the house, holding her bridal style.
I placed her down, as she walked across the huge house.
"So?" She questioned, opening the fridge and browsing for food.
"I managed to do it." I smirked, proudly.
"Really?!" She squealed, her voice already giving me a headache.
I flinched at her squeal, as she held some yogurt in her hands.
"Ew, this has fat." She rolled her eyes before yelling, "Patricia! What the fuck did I say about fat foods?!"
"Chill." I calmed her down, as she shot me a glare.
"Anyways, Justin's probably gonna be in there for a long time." I smirked yet again.
"Awesome! I knew you'd get the job done! I can't trust your brother, he's useless. Took him forever to do one thing." She rolled her brown eyes.
"Well, sometimes people don't like to ruin other peoples' lives, Melanie." I rolled my eyes at her.
"I'm not ruining her life! I just want my dad back, okay?" Her eyes began to water.
"Alright. I'm sorry." I apologized before a tear could slip out of her eye.
"It's okay, just don't turn on me like Lucas." She waved her arms around.
"Don't think so low of me, I'd never be like my brother."
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Rachel's POV
I opened my eye, noticing I could only see one angle of the area. My other eye must've swollen shut.
Thanks Brad. Note the sarcasm.
I stood up, stretching my weak arms as I let out a yawn.
I've got to see Justin.
I headed to the counter, grabbing my purse, as my eyes widened when my car keys weren't in sight.
"No no no no no no!" I paced around the kitchen, scruffing through his filthy mess.
I pray I don't find a fucking rat.
"I can't loose my car keys! My parents would kill me!" I yelled to myself, sweat drops forming on the edge of my hairline.
Only 2 more days 'till breaks over and I've lost my keys? Wait.
"Brad." I said through a clenched jaw.
I grabbed my phone as I whipped the door open, stomping off in anger.
Dating Brad was a bad idea, and I regret every single second. He seemed like such a nice guy, maybe too perfect.
I should've known.
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I scrolled down my call history, making sure Brad didn't do anything stupid.
Debbie blabbed about her crappy week, but God, if she knew about mine.
We were in Starbucks, having some Iced-Coffee-stuff that she recommended.
My eyes widened at what I saw in my phone call history.
I received a call from a Private number...
"Dammit! I can't call back." I mumbled to myself.
"Huh? Are you even listening to my story?" She glanced down to her nails before placing her gaze back onto me.
"Yeah, of course." I said in an obvious tone, sarcasm lacing my words.
She shot me a glare, before continuing her stupid story. I love her, I really do, but she won't even let you talk about yourself for a second.
It always somehow turns into a story about her, she can go on for hours without even realizing.
All it takes is a match to spark that flame.
I glanced back down to my screen, before looking back up to her as if I was listening.
I raised my eyebrows questioningly, still confused about who could have possibly called.
Private numbers usually come from businesses or prisons...
It can't be Justin, can it?
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*gasps*
Lucas and Brad are brothers¿?!
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