1st by Cassie Chassey

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'We had been each other’s first everything.

First crush, first dance, first kiss, first break-up, first make-up, first love.

They say you never forget your first love, but I guess there’s an exception if you’re a pop star, because Justin forgot all about me.'

(REPOST, see story notes for details)


Categories: Characters: Chaz Somers, Justin Bieber, Original Character (female), Original Character (male), Pattie Mallette, Ryan Butler
Genre: Action, Angst, Drama, Family, Fluff, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery, Romance, Suspense, Tragedy
Length: Multi-Chapter
Tags: baby, betrayal, breakup, brother, canada, criminal, cute, dark, death, disaster, fluff, forgiveness, friend, hurt/comfort, jealousy, kidnapped, lost love, love/hate, religious, shocking, sister, son, stalker
Warnings: Alcohol Abuse, Death, Emotional Abuse, Graphic Violence, Language, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse
Series: None
Chapters: 20 Completed: No Word count: 31758 Read: 37814 Published: 05/03/14 Updated: 05/13/14
Story Notes:



REVIEWS: 1,338


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Hello there!

It's me, Ashley (penname Cassie Chassey)! As many of you might already know, I posted '1st' a while back from October 30, 2010 thru October 31,2011 and I gathered the stats listed above from then until about a week ago when I deleted the story.

However, I immediately regretted that decision and several of my readers have asked me to re-post all of my stories, so, here I am!

Unfortunately, once a JBFF fic is deleted the ratings and reviews, can not be recovered, so I'm going to have to start from scratch, but all decisions have consequences, right?

Anyway, I hope you guys like the fic just as much this time as you did last time...and even better this time you won't have to wait for months for an update...my goal is to update at least once a week, but hopefully more often :)

I still love you all so much and I look forward to embarking on this journey with you all once again!

-Ashley ♥

1. 1. Chapter One by Cassie Chassey

2. 2. Chapter Two by Cassie Chassey

3. 3. Chapter Three by Cassie Chassey

4. 4. Chapter Four by Cassie Chassey

5. 5. Chapter Five by Cassie Chassey

6. 6. Chapter Six by Cassie Chassey

7. 7. Chapter Seven by Cassie Chassey

8. 8. Chapter Eight by Cassie Chassey

9. 9. Chapter Nine by Cassie Chassey

10. 10. Chapter Ten by Cassie Chassey

11. 11. Chapter Eleven by Cassie Chassey

12. 12. Chapter Twelve by Cassie Chassey

13. 13. Chapter Thirteen by Cassie Chassey

14. 14. Chapter Fourteen by Cassie Chassey

15. 15. Chapter Fifteen by Cassie Chassey

16. 16. Chapter Sixteen by Cassie Chassey

17. 17. Chapter Seventeen by Cassie Chassey

18. 18. Chapter Eighteen by Cassie Chassey

19. 19. Chapter Nineteen by Cassie Chassey

20. 20. Chapter Twenty by Cassie Chassey

1. Chapter One by Cassie Chassey
Author's Notes:





I sat with my legs crossed on my boyfriend’s bed. I had been playing Farmville on Facebook for hours and I finally decided that I needed to take a break.


I clicked on my favorites tab and selected Twitter. Signing into my account, I noticed that I had about 100 new followers and 50 direct messages.


Ever since people had found out that I was Justin’s ex, I’d become pretty popular on the internet.


Some of Justin’s obsessive fans knew more about me than he did.


I clicked the follow button for each of the people who had followed me. If I could make some fan’s day, then I’d happily oblige.


I skimmed through the direct messages.


I deleted the haters’ messages, smiled at the ones who called me pretty, and rolled my eyes when people said that I was sooo lucky to know Justin.


Lucky? More like cursed.


There’s nothing like being head over heels in love with someone, plan your whole life around them and to then hear them say: “Baby, I think we should break up. It’s not you, it’s me....well, it’s my career.”


He might as well have taken a knife dug it right in my heart and twisted it.


Of course, I didn’t let him know how much he’d hurt me. I simply smiled and wished him luck, like any good girlfriend who’s truly in love would do, but then a good boyfriend who’s truly in love would see that you were putting on a facade.


Justin sure didn’t notice, so I guess he doesn’t fall into the good-boyfriend-who’s-truly-in-love category.


I heard the sound of the garage door and I jumped. I glanced at the clock and realized that it was 6pm -- dinner time -- and I hadn’t even started cooking yet.


“Crap.” I muttered.


I shut my laptop and climbed off the bed.


I cautiously made my way down the stairs silently praying that he was in a good mood.


The sound of a slamming door told me he wasn’t.


I gulped hard and made a dash for the kitchen.


“Cate!” he said his voice gruff. “Why don’t I smell something cooking?”


He called me Cate. Oh, boy, I’m gonna get it. He only calls me that when he’s really angry.


I rummaged through the shelves pulling down a box of Kraft Mac and Cheese.


I quickly began putting the ingredients together.


Who was I kidding? Kraft Mac and Cheese cooks fast, but not THAT fast.


“Cate!” I jumped almost dropping the bowl as the voice sounded close behind me. “Did you not hear me talking to you? Are you ignoring me?”


I closed my eyes as he screamed so loud my eardrums felt like they were going to burst.


“I-I-I’m s-s-s-sorry.” I muttered my voice shaky.


“Why are you stuttering?” he demanded.


I didn’t respond.


He slammed his fist on the counter top next to me.


“Because you know you didn’t do what you were supposed to do!” he answered.




He yanked me by my hair.


Sending tears to my eyes.


“Didn’t I just tell you to stop stuttering?” he screamed in my face. “Why are you crying? Answer me, bitch!”

“You s-s-scared me.”


I felt his hand come across my face.


It was like being hit by a MACK truck.


“I scared you, huh? Well maybe you need to be scared more often. Maybe then you’d do what I ask you to do.” He yelled down at me. “I took you in after that faggot, Justin, dropped you like a hot potato--”


“Don’t talk about him like that.” I said quietly.


“Did you just interrupt me!?” He shook me violently. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!”


I looked up at Seth.


His piercing blue eyes were ice-cold and his muscular arms tense from squeezing my small frame so hard.


He had dark brown hair and a perfect tan.


He appeared to be the dream boyfriend. Almost like the Ken dolls you play with when you’re five.


Except I don’t ever recall Ken making Barbie feel as small as a molecule.


“Did you forget what happened last week?”


I shook my head quickly.


How could I forget?


He had stolen the one thing I couldn’t back from me.


“I think you need to be reminded.” he smirked.


“No! Seth, please!” I begged.


“Please bang you? Sure.” he grinned wickedly.


He tightened his grip around my wrists until it was numb.


He dragged me up the stairs and into his bedroom where he threw me on the bed.


“Please.” I cried as tears streamed down my face. “Don’t do this to me, please. I love you.”


“LIAR!” He screamed as he backhanded me across the face. “You hate me.”


“No, I don’t.” I lied.


I did hate him. I hated him with every fiber in my body. I didn’t use to hate him, but when he raped me, I couldn’t help it. I realized he didn’t love me at all. I was just his punching bag and now his sex toy.


“You know what, I’m gonna hurt you just because you lied to me.”


I closed my eyes and tried to block what was happening out as ripped my clothes off.


My mind began to flash through memories of Justin.


We had been each other’s first everything.


First crush, first dance, first kiss, first break-up, first make-up, first love.


They say you never forget your first love, but I guess there’s an exception if you’re pop star, because Justin forgot all about me.


Still, we had shared a lot of great, romantic times together.


One of my favorites was my 13th birthday when Justin had told me how proud he was of me for deciding to stay pure until I got married.


That thought made me cry harder as I was violated.


Seth hadn’t cared what I wanted. He hadn’t given me a choice, he’d just taken my precious gift away from me.


My 13th birthday had become meaningless — the ring on my left hand a piece of junk. I’d only left it there to avoid my mother’s questions. I knew that if I took it off she’d notice.


Though, when I wore it, I felt like the world’s biggest liar.


When I sat in youth group and heard the pastor talk about how true love waits, I felt like there was a big red sign on my forehead that read:




“Scream my name!” Seth said his voice husky from forcing himself on me.


“Seth!” I screamed it was really out of anger for what he was doing to me, but he took it as obedience and that’s all that matters.


When he was finally done, he climbed off of me and threw my clothes at me.


“Get out of here, bitch.”




I slid on my clothes.


My whole bottom half aching from being abused.


I walked stiffly out to my little old Volvo and buckled myself in.


I drove up the streets of Stratford, Ontario.


I stopped by Grandma’s Goodies, a little Mom and Pop bakery that I went to often.


It wasn’t because I was hungry, but because my mom had asked me to bring home a fresh loaf of bread.


I parked my car and forcing my injured thighs to act right, I walked into the store. The aroma of freshly made pastries filled the air.


“Caitlin!” Mrs. Jones, the daughter-in-law of the owner greeted. “How are you?”


“Fine.” I smiled politely.


“That’s good. I’ve already gotten your mama’s order ready.” she smiled. “And there’s an extra doughnut to help you celebrate.”


Mrs. Jones winked.


I wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but I thanked her anyway.


I got back in my car and drove home.


I was still unsure of what Mrs. Jones was talking about and then it hit me, to day was my Sweet Sixteen.


I suddenly felt sick.


I’d been raped on my sixteenth birthday and the only guy I truly loved was nowhere to be found.

Happy birthday to me.

End Notes:

hope you guys like it!

plz review and let me know :)

God Bless,

Ashley ♥

2. Chapter Two by Cassie Chassey
Author's Notes:

3 reviews and 51 reads in one day...that's better than I expected!! haha Love you all <33



I pulled my car into the empty garage and stiffly climbed out.

I walked into the vacant house and placed the bread in the bread box.

I sat my doughnut on a plate and poured myself a glass of milk.

Glancing at the clock, I realized it was now 7:15. 

My parents were at my younger brother, Christian’s soccer game which was about an hour and a half away from here.

The game was supposed to start at 7:30 and last until about 9:00. 

So, they probably wouldn’t be home until 11:00.

I went upstairs and made myself a bubble bath and sprinkled in Epsom salt to help with the pain.

I slid out of my clothes and glanced at my bruised body in the mirror.

My cheek, stomach, and inner thighs had turned black and blue.

I sighed.

I pulled my hair into a ponytail and clipped it up.

I slid into the warm water closing my eyes.

I heard my cell phone ring and I grabbed it off the toilet, careful not to drop it.

“Hello?” I said.

“Hey, Caitlin!”

“Hey, Chaz.” I smiled. “What’re you doing?”

“Nothing. What about you?”

“Just relaxing.” I said. 

“Oh, okay. Do you know if you have any powdered sugar?”

“I’ll have to check, but I’m pretty sure we do, Why?”

“Because, my mom’s trying to make cupcakes and we ran out.”

“Couldn’t you run to the store?” 

“Yeah, but I’m lazy. Can you PLEASE bring it over!?” he asked.

I laughed. “Yeah, give me 30 minutes.”

“Aiight.” he said. “Thanks a million.”

“Yeah, yeah, you owe me, Somers.”

“Don’t I always, Beadles?” he said matter-of-factly. “See you in a few.”

“See ya.”

I hung up the phone and sat it back on the toilet.

I soaked in the water for about 15 more minutes before getting out.

I gently dried off my body and wrapped in my plush, pink bath robe.

I walked over to my dresser and rummaging through my drawers, I pulled out a striped pink and white sweater dress and black skinny jeans.

I slid on my clothes; thankful that the salt had relieved some of the pain.

I pulled a bottle of extra-strength Tylenol from my drawer and swallowed two pills.

I walked back into my bedroom and inspected the bruise on my face.

I sighed and pulled out my foundation and concealer.

Once I’d worked my magic, you could hardly tell that Seth had slapped me. If someone did ask, it was light enough where I could say that I’d fallen out of bed and hit my face on the night stand.

After being hit multiple times, I’d unfortunately gotten good at hiding the marks.

I pulled my hair down and brushed it.

It fell perfectly around my face and I didn’t bother with curling it.

I pulled my jacket out of the closet, slid my phone and keys in to my pocket, grabbed the bag of powdered sugar and dropped it in a Wal-mart bag and I was ready to go.

It was getting dark, but I loved the chill of night air.

I grabbed a flashlight and went out my front door.

I began walking towards Chaz’s home.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

I pulled it out and flipped it open.

The screen alerted me that I’d received a text from Seth.

I rolled my eyes and flipped it open.

Seth: Hey baby, i’m sorry 4 2nite. don’t kno what got n2 me....4give me?

I sighed and typed the message I always send back.

Caitlin: Of course.

I put the phone back in my pocket and kept walking.

I fought back tears as I realized that not only had I forgotten about my birthday, but so had everyone else.

I felt a chill go through my body as a wind passed through.

I finally arrived at Chaz’s house.

The porch lights were on as always. 

Chaz’s family constantly had people in their house.

I rang the doorbell and after a few seconds the door opened to reveal Chaz.

“Hey Caitlin!” he grinned, excitedly.

“Hey Chaz.” I smiled stepping into the house. “I came to your rescue, once again.”

I gestured to the Wal-Mart bag.

He laughed. 

“Thanks, you can take it into the kitchen and then come down to the basement, there’s something I want to show you.”

“Okay.” I said.

I pushed the door open to the kitchen and sat the sugar on the counter.

I grabbed a cookie off a plate on the counter.

Mrs. Somers was a phenomenal baker.

I opened the door to the basement and went down the stairs.

I was surprised that the lights were off.

“Chaz?” I asked.


I was startled as my eyes adjusted to the dim lights and I saw familiar faces smiling at me.

I couldn’t help it, I started crying.

“Oh my gosh, you guys!” I grinned wiping away my tears. “Thank you.”

“You thought we’d forgotten, didn’t you?” My little brother Christian asked, smiling.

I nodded.

“How could we forget?” Ryan asked. “We’ve known each other since we were babies.”

I chuckled.

“You guys are amazing.” I grinned.

“What do you say we get this party started!” Chaz said turning on the stereo, Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream began blasting.

I started going around the room talking to all of my closest friends.

Everyone I would’ve invited myself was there.

I finally ran into my BFF, Holly Peterson.

“Hey girl,” I grinned, giving her a hug. 

“Happy birthday,” she smiled. “How does it feel to join the sixteen club?”

I laughed.

“I don’t know, I’m still in shock that you guys would plan all of this.”

“Well actually it was all --” 

The rest of Holly’s comment was cut off by Chaz screaming into a microphone.


“YEAH!” Everyone screamed back in unison.

“Well, you ain’t seen nothing yet!” He said. “Everybody get on the dance floor and get ready to dougie!”

“Oh, I that’s my dance!” Holly said running out onto the dance floor.

I laughed as I poured myself another cup of punch.

I’ve never been much of a dancer, I simply enjoy watching others.

“C’mon birthday girl,”

I turned to see Seth with a big, apologetic grin on his face.

“You know I don’t dance.” I said.

“Aww, c’mon baby, it’s not hard.” 

He pulled me out onto the dance floor.

“Alright, Seth!” Chaz said. “You convinced Caitlin to come out!”

Seth winked. “I know how to work my magic.”

Chaz chuckled. “Okay, everybody, Ryan’s gonna give you a quick run through on how to do the dance, just in case you don’t know.”

I watched Ryan carefully explain each dance step and I was almost positive I couldn’t do it.

But, before I knew it, the music had started and everyone started dancing. After getting confused a few times, I eventually caught on. It was actually kind of fun with all of the party guests doing the dance.

“That was a blast, but now we’re gonna slow things down a little bit. So, every guy grab a girl!” Chaz announced over the speakers.

Seth instantly pulled me close to him as the sound of L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole began playing.

It was an old song, but everyone knew it was one of my favorites.

“I’m sorry about earlier.” he whispered in my ear. “I really don’t know what got into me. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

I didn’t say anything.

Seth’s apologies and promises didn’t mean anything to me anymore, because I knew they only lasted as long as his temper.

“I love you so much.” he continued. “Sometimes I just get scared that I’m going to lose you and fear can make people do crazy things.”

Yeah, like have dreams about murdering their abusive boyfriends.

“I don’t know what I’d do if some guy tried to take you away from me.” he kissed my cheek and I forced myself not to roll my eyes.

I could feel someone’s heavy gaze on me and I was tempted to turn and look behind me, but Seth had his arms wrapped around me so tightly I could barely move.

Seth continued whispering sweet nothings -- that in my opinion, literally meant nothing -- in my ear until the song ended.

“This has been fun, but I believe that there can always be too much of a good thing. So! Everybody mix and mingle for awhile and the we’ll play games!” Chaz shouted.

“Let’s go over to the snack table” Seth suggested.

I shook my head.

“You go ahead, I gotta go to the bathroom.” I said.

Seth nodded.

I went to the small bathroom, but noticed there were people waiting.

“So, do you like the party?” Chaz asked.

I turned around.

“Yeah, it’s a lot of fun.” I smiled. “I’m just waiting to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh, you know, you can use the upstairs one. My mom won’t care.” he said. “Just don’t let anyone else use it.”

“I won’t. Thanks.” I grinned.

I went upstairs and into the powder bathroom.

Once I was done, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was still neat and my bruises were still hidden. I was in good shape!

I pushed open the door and pulled out my phone.

Looking down, I began trying to read the text I’d received when I collided with someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” I said, looking up.

I gasped when I saw the guy who stood before me dressed in a turquoise hoodie, white skinny jeans and turquoise Supras.

Of course, it was none other, than Justin Bieber.

End Notes:

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3. Chapter Three by Cassie Chassey
Author's Notes:

4 reviews, 174 reads...thanks you guys!! I've decided instead of spreading chapters, I'm just going to repost the whole thing, so I can finish up Always Here faster :)

Here we goo...



Looking down, I began trying to read the text I’d received when I collided with someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” I said, looking up.

I gasped when I saw the guy who stood before me dressed in a turquoise hoodie, white skinny jeans and turquoise Supras.

Of course, it was none other, than Justin Bieber.


“Hey, Caitlin.”

I stared at up at him speechless, an overwhelming sense of hurt and betrayal filling my whole body.

“This is for you.” he continued -- despite my silence -- he handed me a single red rose. 

“Happy birthday.”

A smile lit up his face as he leaned towards me.

Before I’d even known what was happening; I felt his lips press against my cheek sending a warm sensation throughout my body. The exhilaration of the feeling instantly made me forget all resentment that I felt towards him.


I pulled away suddenly, startled by the sound of Seth’s voice. I looked to see him walking towards us.

“There you are! I was so worried.” 

He pulled me close to him in a suffocating hug before holding me at arms length and looking me straight in the eyes.

Justin cleared his throat.

His blue eyes were ice cold with an anger that his faux smile failed to portray as he turned towards Justin.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there.” Seth said.

Although his voice didn’t show any signs of falsity, I knew he was lying.

“I’m Seth, Caitlin’s boyfriend. You must be Justin.”

Seth emphasized the ‘boyfriend’ part.

“Yeah,” Justin nodded “Nice to meet you.”

“Cate’s told me so much about you.” Seth commented continuing his sweet boyfriend facade.

Cate. He called me Cate. He’s gonna hit me when we leave here, I just know it.

“Oh, really?” Justin asked, glancing at me.

He seemed surprised.

“Yeah,” Seth nodded. “But I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about me too.”

Justin opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to the punch.

“Uh, we should probably get back to the party. I think Chaz said that we’re going to play games next.” I said.

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” Justin agreed. “Let’s go.”

He started walking towards the basement door and I followed him.

Seth came up from behind and wrapped his arm tightly around me.

I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he only held on tighter making me feel claustrophobic.

Sure enough, Chaz was starting to have everyone gather around to play a game.

“Here’s the Birthday Princess.” he said when he saw me. “Now we can get started!”

I sat on the floor with Justin on one side of me and Seth on the other.

Seth reached over and grabbed my hand. He squeezed it so tight, I thought he was trying to break it -- which, he probably was. I could tell by his breathing that he was mad as hell. He was always super possessive around other guys and I usually just ignored it, but with Justin around it made me uncomfortable.

“Caitlin, you’re supposed to sit up here on your thrown!” Ryan said, gesturing to a chair that had been decorated.

I stood up gratefully and sat down.

“Alright,” Chaz said. “In this game, each of you are going to get a piece of paper that looks like this.”

He held up a white paper that appeared to be a quiz.

“It’s filled with questions as you can see. You have to fill out the questions the way that you think Caitlin would answer and then after you’re done, we’ll ask her the same questions and see who got the most right. You’ve got five minutes.” Chaz continued. “Any questions?”

Everyone shook their head.

“Alright, go for it!” Chaz shouted.

I watched as the guests’ tapped their pens and pencils against their legs scrutinizing every question.


I turned to see Chaz standing next to me.

“I see you finally ran into Justin.”

“He’s been here the whole time?” I questioned.

He nodded.

“He was trying to get up the nerve to talk to you.” Chaz chuckled. “I was like, ‘Dude, you dated her for heaven’s sake! How hard can it be to just say “Hey?” Go talk to her’. I guess he finally did.”

“Yeah, he did.” I said simply.

“You know this party was all his idea.” he commented.

I looked at him my eyebrows lifted.


“Why do you seem so shocked?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged.

“It’s because you two haven’t talked in so long, isn’t it?” Chaz questioned.

I nodded.

“I guess I thought he’d forgotten about me.”

“Oh, Caitlin Beadles, you’re unforgettable!” He laughed. “Seriously though, Justin would never forget about you.”

I turned my attention back to the guests.

I noticed that Justin and Seth had both sat their pencils down. So had my best friend, Holly

Chaz glanced at his watch.

“Your five minutes are up!” He announced. “When you get an answer wrong, go sit on the other side of the room. I’ll keep reading questions until there’s only one person left. Good luck!”

I glanced at Seth who had a smug look on his face as if he just KNEW that he was going to win.

“Okay, first question: What’s your favorite color?” Chaz asked.

“Pink.” I said easily.

“Since when? I thought it was turquoise!” my classmate, Kevin said as went over to the other side of the room.

I laughed softly.

“What’s your favorite dessert?”

“Chocolate cake.” I replied.

“What!? You told me that you LOVE cheesecake and you don’t even like chocolate ice cream!” Amy, a girl from my church small group, whined.

I shrugged.

The questions kept coming each getting harder and harder until it was down to three people: Holly, Justin, and Seth.

I could feel my palms starting to sweat. I silently prayed that Holly would win.

“Would you rather live on an island with just your family closest friends or in a big city where you don’t know anyone?”

“Live on an island, definitely.” I said.

“What?” Holly asked. “I was positive you’d choose the city!”

She stuck her tongue out at me before sitting with the rest of the guests.

“Whoa,” Ryan said. “It’s down to Caitlin’s ex-boyfriend verses her current boyfriend. This is gonna be good.”

I shot him a look that said, ‘Shut up.’

He simply laughed.

“Okay, last question if you both get it right, then we’ll go into sudden death.” Chaz announced.

Sudden death? What is this, Family Feud?

“Which of these are you the most afraid of: spiders, sharks, or snakes?”

My mind spun back to a trip I’d taken with my church in the 5th grade. A poisonous spider had crept into my sleeping bag and bit me, causing me to go to the emergency room. To this day, I have an extreme phobia when it comes to spiders.

“Spiders.” I answered.

I watched as Seth’s mouth dropped open.

“Spiders?” he questioned.

I nodded.

“I thought it was sharks, especially after your boating accident.”

“I’m afraid of sharks too, but I’m more afraid of spiders.”

“That’s stupid.” Seth said.

“No, it’s not.” Justin argued. 

“Yes, it is. You can step on a spider; not a shark.”

“You weren’t there when she almost died from a venomous spider’s bite.”

I was a bit surprised that Justin knew why I had chosen spiders. I didn’t think that he would’ve remembered.

I twirled the red rose he’d given me around in my hand, it seemed to have a new meaning.

Seth rolled his eyes.

“She’s here now, isn’t she?”

Justin glared at him.

“Okay,” Chaz said noticing the tension. “Let’s open presents now.”

“Good idea.” I agreed.

I sat on the floor and began opening my many presents each one was cool, unique, and showed that all of my friends knew me extremely well. I loved all of the gifts I’d received.

“Thank you guys so much.” I said, grinning.

They all echoed their ‘you’re welcome’s.

“Oh, there’s one more over here.” Ryan said handing me a perfectly wrapped present.

I opened it up carefully, not wanting to ruin the pretty paper.

I slid out a scrapbook and opened it up.

To: Caity

I smiled when I read ‘Caity’ there’s one only one person who called me that.

I flipped through the pages and saw several pictures of Justin and I throughout the years. Below the pictures were sayings and captions. Some were funny and some where sweet.

“This is beautiful.” I said. “Where’s Justin?”

Chaz and Ryan shrugged.

I stood up, ran up the stairs, and opened the front door.

I spotted him walking down the street.

“Justin!” I called.

He turned as the sound of my voice and I ran towards him.

I wrapped my arms around him in a big hug.

“Thank you.” I said.

“For what?” he questioned.

“Everything.” I looked up at him. “You made this a really great birthday.”

“Oh, it was nothing.” he said, starting to walk towards his car again.

I followed him. 

“Where are you going?” 

“Back to the hotel, I guess.”

“Already?” I inquired.

He nodded, “It’s obvious your boyfriend doesn’t like me and I don’t want the two of us butting heads to ruin your special day.”

I bit my lip.

We walked in silence until we’d reached his car.

“Well, if you’re leaving, can you take me home?”

“Yeah, sure.” he nodded opening the passenger door.


I heard the sound of the Devil’s most studious pupil calling my name.

I ignored him and climbed into Justin’s car.

Justin climbed into the driver’s seat, started the car and was about to pull off when Seth appeared on my side of the car.

He banged on the door.

I slowly rolled the window down.

“What?” I asked.

“Where are you going? I promised your parents I’d bring you home.”

“Oh, I didn’t know.” I said. “Justin already agreed to take me home.”

“I really wanted to take you home.” Seth said.

Of course you do, you want to scream at me.

“It’s okay, Caity.” Justin said with a smile. “Happy birthday.”

The sound of his voice calling me by the nickname he’d given me, made me want to crawl in his arms and be his girlfriend again.

“Bye, Justin.”

“Bye, I’ll see you tomorrow. I promised Christian I’d stop by.”

“Okay.” I said.

I reluctantly climbed out of Justin’s car and followed Seth to his car.

I opened the car door for myself since Seth didn’t even offer to open it for me.

I sat down in the passenger seat as he sped off down the street.

“You wanna tell me what the hell that was about?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the road.

“What are you talking about?” I asked innocently.

“You know what I’m talking about!” he screamed at me as he pulled over.“ Just what did you think you were doing? Sneaking off with that Bieber kid.”

“I didn’t ‘sneak off’--” 

My words were cut off my Seth’s fist colliding with my jaw.

Tears instantly sprung to my eyes.

“Don’t talk back to me!” He yelled. “I’m NOT going to put up with you cheating on me.”

“I wasn’t cheating on you. Justin and I are just--”

“Just friends?” Seth asked.

I nodded only to feel Seth backhand me across the face.

“Stop lying to me!” He screamed.

I felt my whole body shake from fear.

“Stay away from him, Cate. I mean it. I don’t want you anywhere near him. You got that?”

I nodded slowly scared to death of what would happen if I didn’t. 

“Good.” he said. “Now, what do you say we go back to my place and have a romantic night?”

I didn’t say anything.

“Babe?” he said his voice icy.

“O-okay.” I stuttered.

Seth drove us back to his place.

I climbed out of the car and walked into his house slowly.

I went into his bathroom and locked the door.

I stared at my bruised body and broke into uncontrollable sobs.

My anger towards Justin returned again as I looked at the red rose in my hand.

Once more, he’d left me.

Why couldn’t he have just told Seth that he wanted to take me home?

I ripped the flower into a million pieces and slid onto the cold tile floor.

I felt numb, helpless and all alone.

Nothing hurts worst than having your heart broken by your first love.

End Notes:

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4. Chapter Four by Cassie Chassey
Author's Notes:




I sat in my black Range Rover and watched as Seth sped off down the road with Caitlin in his passenger seat.

I sighed to myself as I drove off in the opposite direction.

How could I have even allowed myself to believe that she’d come back to me? I should’ve known that she would have already moved on.

I parked my car and locked it before entering the hotel.

I boarded the elevator and couldn’t help noticing the excited whispers coming from the two teenage girls behind me.

I glanced at them and realized they must be twins.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hi, Justin!” They giggled in unison. “Can we have your autograph?”

They both held out a Sharpie and their cell phones.

“Sure.” I smiled.

I signed both of their phones just as the elevator reached my level.

“Here you go, girls. It was nice meeting both of you.”

“Thanks! It was nice meeting you too.” They said at the same time again.

I smiled at them and began to step off the elevator when I felt myself being pulled back.

“Can we get your picture first?” they asked.

“Uh,” I paused unsure. I was kind of ready to get back to my room. “Sure.”

“Yeah!” They cheered.

They took picture after picture as we kept riding the elevator up and down.

I was beginning to get a little ticked off.

Once we reached my floor for the 3rd time, I finally spoke.

“Okay, girls. No more pictures.” I said.

“Just one more!”

I pulled away from them and stepped off the elevator.

I loved my fans, but sometimes they were a bit overbearing.

I walked down the hallway until I reached my hotel room.

I slid my key into the slot and opened the door to reveal my mom sitting on the couch kissing a guy.

The sight made me feel as if I was about to puke, on top of that, I hated the thought of any guy breaking my mom’s heart.

I cleared my throat loudly.

My mom and they mystery guy pulled away from each other startled.

“Justin!” My mom said, surprised. “What are you doing here so early?”

“Who are you?” I asked, ignoring my mother and turning my attention towards the dude who’d had his tongue down my mother’s throat.

“I’m Kevin Allen. Nice to meet you.” he said extending his hand towards me.

I crossed my arms.

“What do you do for a living?” I questioned looking him over.

“I’m a Pediatrician during the day and a youth pastor at night.”

“Really?” I asked.

Uh. Huh. Likely story.

“Actually, I use to teach your Sunday School.”

After he said that, I remembered him. He’d been my favorite Sunday School teacher.

“Well, maybe you should go work on lesson plans or something.”

“Justin!” My mom scolded.

“No, no. It’s alright.” Kevin said. “It’s getting late anyway. I’ll see you around, Justin.”

I stared at him.

I didn’t care how ‘understanding’ he was. I just wanted him to stay far away from my mother.

“Bye Pattie. I’ll call you tomorrow.” he winked at my mother.

I watched as she blushed like a 15 year old on her first date.

I could tell Kevin wanted to kiss her, but my death glare caused him not to.

He left out of the hotel room and closed the door behind him.

Good riddance.

The minute the door shut, my mom came unglued.

“Justin, how dare you behave that way? That was absolutely disrespectful and totally uncalled for!”

“Well, I’m sorry for caring.” I muttered, marching into my adjacent suite.

I heard the sound of my mom sighing.

“Justin,” she said following me. “Look, I know that had to be awkward for you and I should have told you, but Kevin and I have known each other for years. We considered dating before, but you were younger and I knew you probably wouldn’t like the idea of me dating.”

“I don’t like it now either.” I mumbled. 

My mom sat down on the hotel bed.

“This isn’t just about me dating, is it?”

“Sometimes I just wish I could go back to before the fame.” I admitted.

“What makes you say that?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Sometimes it’s just gets to be a bit much.” I sighed.

She nodded.

“That’s why I thought it’d be a good idea to come up here and take a little break from all the madness.”

“Yeah.” I agreed.

“How’d Caitlin’s party go?”

“Fine, I guess. She seemed to enjoy herself.” I said. “And her boyfriend’s infatuated with her.”

“I’m sorry, Justin.”  My mom said giving me a sympathetic smile.

“No, no.” I said. “It’s good, she deserves a good guy who’s going to take care of her and be there for her. I know I can’t do that and be a pop star.”



I sat cowering in a corner of Seth’s bathroom while he beat on the door.

“Cate, if you don’t get your ass out here right now, I’m gonna beat the crap out of you. You understand me, damnit?” he yelled.

Tears streamed down my face. I never pictured myself as the kind of girl who’d be in this situation. 

I have a loving, supportive family and great friends.

Yet, I couldn’t tell them that I was terrified of my boyfriend because he abused me.

“Alright, that’s it. I’m coming in.” he announced gruffly.

I gulped as I heard the sound of the door unlocking.

Seth whipped the door open and stumbled into the room with a beer bottle in his hand.

“Just what did you think you were doing locking yourself up in here? Did you think you’d hide away and then leave once I’d fallen asleep? Huh?” he asked, screaming.

“Answer me, bitch!”

He threw the beer bottle on the tile floor causing it to shatter into a million little pieces. 

I jumped.

“I just want to go home.” I whined.

“I promised you we’d have a romantic night and that’s what we’re going to do.” 

He pulled his shirt up and over his head.

I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest. 

I knew what was coming.

I stood up off the floor and backed away from him until I ran into the wall.

Seth’s eyes were filled with lust as he walked towards me.

“Seth, please.” I begged. “I, I’m still sore from earlier.”

“Well, you won’t try and fight me, will you?” he smirked coming towards me.

He pulled my shirt over my head as I cried.

“You know you want this. You love me.” he said, the heavy stench of beer on his breath made me nauseous.

“Seth please, please.” 

My body shook as he ignored me and unbuttoned my jeans.

He pulled them off of me before undressing himself until he was only in his boxers.

He began to run his fingers over my body squeezing and touching me forcefully.

“Let’s make this interesting.” He said smacking my hips as he turned on the shower water.

He unlatched my bra’s clasp and pulled my underwear down.

He ran his hands over my naked body gruffly.

He took off his boxers and threw me into the shower.


“Happy birthday, baby.” Seth winked at me as he dropped me off at my house.

He placed a forced kiss on my lips.

I didn’t say anything. I climbed out of his car feeling sick as I made my way to the front door. I could barely walk.

Luckily all the lights were off meaning my parents and brother were all asleep.

My parents were like that they were one of those ‘enjoy life while you can’ type of people.

I always contributed it to the fact that they’d been in a near-fatal car accident the day before their wedding.

They’d both realized that life is like a vapor in the wind and you should live it to the fullest.

It was nice in some ways, but when it came to a boyfriend who’d rape me twice on my birthday, I’d rather have super-strict parents who made sure I was home by a decent hour.

I went into the house and opening the freezer, I took out one of the ice packs that Christian used for the bruises he got playing ice hockey.

I went up to my room, wincing with every step.

I slid out of my clothes and placed the ice pack between my legs.

It was really cold, but it felt good against my bruises.

I went over to my closet and slid on an over-sized t-shirt.

I climbed into my bed and bawled.

I ached from head to toe and for all I knew, Seth would beat me again tomorrow.

It was a vicious cycle with no signs of ceasing.

I cried myself to sleep.


The next morning, I awoke to the sound of my mom on the phone.

She was giggling, so I assumed she was talking to Kevin.

I took a quick shower and put on a red hoodie with white skinny jeans.

I ate some of the fruit and french toast that had been provided my room service, told my mom good-bye and climbed into my Range Rover.

I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Christian’s number.

“Hey, Biebs.” Christian answered.

“Hey. Are we still on for today?” I questioned.

“Yeah, man. C’mon over.”

“Alright. I’m on my way. See ya in a few.” I said.

“See ya.”

I hung up the phone and drove up the familiar streets of Stratford.

I spotted the bakery, Grandma’s Goodies and I pulled over.

When we’d lived here in Canada, Grandma’s Goodies had been one of my favorite places. My mom would always take me to get a doughnut or cinnamon roll whenever we had a little extra money.

I parked my car and climbed out.

I went opened the store’s door and I heard the sound of the door chimes ringing announcing my arrival.

The sweet scent of cinnamon rolls and other sweets filled my nostrils.

I breathed in deeply my mouth watering.

“Justin!” smiled Mrs. Jones, the store owner’s daughter-in-law. “How are you?”

“I’m good. How are you?” I asked.

“Just fine. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, well, in person that is. I’ve watched you on t.v. and the internet many times.” she chuckled.

I smiled.

“What do you have that’s been freshly baked today?” I asked.

“Well, these cinnamon rolls just came out the oven.” she said.

I licked my lips in anticipation of the sugary treats touching my tongue.

“I’d like a dozen, please.” I said.

“A dozen, it is.” she smiled. “That’ll be five dollars.”

I handed her the cash and she handed me the box of pastries.

“Will I see you at church tomorrow?” Mrs. Jones asked.

“Probably.” I said nodding.

“Okay, see you then. Bye.” she smiled.


I took the box back out to my car and sat it on the passenger seat.

I started the car and pulled into the Beadles’ driveway.

I grabbed the box and climbed out of my car.

I walked up the porch steps and rang the doorbell.

My heart pounded slightly in hopes that I’d get to spend some time with Caitlin today.

The door opened to reveal Christian.

“Hey, Justin!” He said. “C’mon in.”

“Hey,” I smiled. 

“Is that what I think it is?” he questioned, gesturing towards the white box. 

I nodded.

“I drove by the place and I just couldn’t resist.”

Christian laughed.

“I know what you mean.” he said before running into the kitchen. “Mom, guess what? Justin brought cinnamon rolls!” 

I followed him into the kitchen where Mrs. Beadles was busy wiping down the counter-tops.

“That was very thoughtful of him.” She smiled warmly as she turned towards me. “ Hello Justin. How are you?”

“I’m good. How are you?” 

“I’m doing great. Thanks so much for coming up with the idea of throwing Caitlin a surprise party, I really appreciate it.”

“Oh, it was no problem.”

She grinned.

“How long are you going to be in town?” 

“I really don’t know. My mom decided that we needed to take an extended break. So that we can refocus and look at my career again through a new set of eyes. We were so overwhelmed we were starting to lose sight of the whole purpose that we left and moved to Atlanta.” I said. “It was no longer me just living out my dreams; it was all about politics and no one wants that.”

Mrs. Beadles nodded sympathetically.

“Well, we’re all glad to have you around for a little while. It feels like old times.” she said a little teary-eyed.

“Mom,” Christian groaned. “Please don’t start that again.”

Mrs. Beadles dabbed her eyes.

“Sorry. Christian, your father and I are going to be at the church for a few hours.” She said. “So behave and Caitlin and Justin are in charge. Call us if you need us.”

“Okay.” he said.

“I’ll see you later, Justin and tell your mom I said ‘hi’.” Mrs. Beadles said.

“I will.” I smiled.

Christian pulled out two plates and glasses.

He poured us each some milk and we sat down at the table with the cinnamon rolls.

We talked for awhile catching up and sharing stupid jokes.

“So,” I said, clearing my throat and swallowing. “Is Caitlin here?”

“Yeah, she’s in her room sleeping, why?” Christian asked.

I shrugged.

“Just wondering.”

“Really?” he asked a knowing look on his face.


“Dude, you’ve got it bad.” Christian said shaking his head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re such a liar.” 

“Even if you are right it doesn’t matter, she seems perfectly happy with Seth.” I said. “She is happy with him, isn’t she?”

“I guess so.” Christian said. “But I don’t spend time interrogating my sister about her love life. In fact, it grosses me out. It took me awhile to get over the fact that you’ve kissed her.”

Christian stuck his tongue out.

I chuckled.


“Yeah, it’s okay. Let’s play on my Wii.” he suggested.

“Yes!” I cheered. 

“I can’t believe that!” Christian stared at the t.v. screen in disbelief.

“Read it and weep!” I laughed.

Christian sat on the couch with his arms crossed while I did my victory dance.

I’d beat him on Mario Kart five times in a row.

“Shut up, Justin.” Christian said, tossing his remote on the couch.

I simply chuckled.

The sound of the doorbell ringing sounded through the whole house.

“Can somebody get that?” Caitlin called.

It was the first sign I’d seen or heard of her even being in the house.

“No, you get it.” Christian yelled back.

“Ugh,” Caitlin sighed I watched as she stiffly walked down the stairs.

“This time, I’m gonna win.” Christian said, setting up another game.

“Oh no, you’re not.” 



I glanced at Justin who was sitting on the couch playing some video game with Christian.

I bit my lip.

I wanted to hang out with him, but if Seth found out, I’d be dead and he ALWAYS had a way of finding out whenever I ‘disobeyed’ him.

I opened the front door to reveal some guy with a giant bouquet of daisies.

“Are you Caitlin Beadles?” he asked.

“Yes.” I nodded.

He stuck the flowers out.

I grabbed them.

“Who’re they from?” I asked.

“I dunno.” he said. “I’m just the delivery guy.”

He turned and walked down the pavement.

“Thanks.” I called after him.

I took the flowers into the kitchen.

“What, are those from Lover Boy?” Christian asked.

I just rolled my eyes and ignored him.

I opened the little card attached to the flowers.

Dear Caitlin,

I’m so sorry about last night. I was drunk and stupid. Please forgive me, it won’t happen again.

I love you.

Forever and Always,


‘Please forgive me it won’t happen again.’

Yeah right.

I stepped on the pedal to lift the lid of the trash can and I threw the flowers in the trash.

“What, did you guys have a fight or something?” Christian asked taking his eyes off the screen and looking at me.

His eyebrows grew close together.

“What’s that on your face?” he asked gesturing to the bruise that I hadn’t been able to hide.

Justin turned and looked at me too.

“No, we didn’t have a fight. And we were playing flashlight hide and seek in his basement and I ran into the cement wall.” I lied.

“Oh, okay.” Christian said turning back to the t.v. completely unsuspicious. 

“If you didn’t have a fight then why’d you throw his flowers away?” Justin asked.

“Okay, I lied. We did have a fight, but it was stupid.” I said.

“Oh.” Justin said. 

I walked over to the fruit bowl to get an apple, but I spotted a white box.

I lifted the lid to reveal cinnamon rolls from Grandma’s Goodies.

“Mmm.” I said. “Who brought these?” 

“Justin did.” Christian answered.

“Oh, really?” I asked. “Thanks, Justin.”

“You’re welcome.” he smiled.

I grabbed a cinnamon roll and a glass of milk.

I trudged over to the couch and sat down.

I could tell Justin and Christian noticed my stiffness.

“I‘m so sore from all that dancing.” I said in an effort to explain. “Justin, I don’t know how you dance and sing on stage every night.”

He laughed.

“You get used to it.”

I watched as Justin beat Christian game after game.

“C’mon!” Christian complained.

“Here, let me play against him.” I said holding out my hand for the controller.

“You sure you wanna do that?” Justin questioned. “It’s not a challenge for the faint of heart.”

“Bring it.” I grinned.

After a long, hard game. I finally won.

“Yes!” I screamed victoriously.

“I. Can. Not. Believe. That!” he said. 

“Believe it.” I grinned.

“I want a rematch!”

“No can-do.” I said.

“Please,” Justin whined as his phone rang. “Hold on.”

Justin answered his phone.

“Hey mom. Yeah. Now? Okay, fine. Love you too. Bye.” he said, hanging up.

“That’s my mom. I’ve gotta go, but I still want a rematch.”

“Whatever Bieber.” I laughed. 

Christian and I told Justin goodbye.

I couldn’t help wishing that things could go back to the way they were and I could be his girlfriend again because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stay made at him and I couldn’t get him out of my head.

So maybe the saying’s true. You never forget your first love.

I heard the sound of the doorbell ringing. I opened it expecting Justin to say he’d forgotten something, but instead a very angry-looking Seth stood before me.

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5. Chapter Five by Cassie Chassey
Author's Notes:




I heard the sound of the doorbell ringing. I opened the door expecting Justin to say he’d forgotten something, but instead a very angry-looking Seth stood before me.


I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest as I looked at him.

“H-H-Hi.” I stuttered. “W-w-what are you doing here?”

I noticed Seth’s jaw clench.

“What am I doing here?” he screamed. “The question is what was that FAGGOT doing here? I specifically told you NOT to hang around him, you stupid bitc-”

Seth was cut off by the sound of Christian’s footsteps.

“Excuse me, Seth.” he said, before turning to me. “Caitlin, you know we’re not supposed to have guests over without Mom and Dad knowing.”

There really was no such rule, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew something was wrong and he was trying to help.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot.” I lied.

“I hate to be rude, but our parents aren’t home and we’re not allowed to have guests unless we ask first. So, you’re going to have to leave, maybe you can come back later.” Christian told Seth.

Seth nodded, but I could see the fury behind his blue eyes.

He stomped down the porch steps and I slammed the door.

I was about to make a mad-dash up the stairs so that I wouldn’t have to explain anything to Christian, but he grabbed my arm.

“Why was Seth screaming at you like that?” Christian asked.

I bit my lip and shrugged.

“I don’t know.”

“Stop lying.”

“Okay, fine.” I sighed. “Seth’s jealous of Justin. So he’s making sure I don’t hang out with him.”

“You mean his stalking and harassing you! What kind of insecure creep sits outside of his girlfriend’s house to make sure that she’s not with another guy?”

“I know, it drives me crazy, but that’s just how Seth is.” I stated.

“Why don’t you break up with him?”

“Christian, I can’t break-up with him just because he questioned me about another guy!”

“He didn’t question you, he screamed at you and called you stupid!” Christian exclaimed. “Any guy who’s that possessive is dangerous. If he got that upset over you having Justin over here, if there was ever a rumor that you’d cheated on him, he might--”

“Might what?” I asked after Christian had stopped mid-sentence.

Christian shook his head.

“Nothing. Forget about it. I just really think that you should break-up with him.” Christian said. “It’s not like you’d be stuck being single.”

“You say that like there’s some guy just waiting to be my boyfriend.” I said crossing my arms.

“There is.”


“Justin.” Christian said simply. “He’s still in love with you.”

“How do you know that?” I asked.

“He told me today.” 


“Yep. You’re so blind, Caitlin! Justin never wanted to break-up with you. He wanted you to beg him to stay or at least say that you could work out a long distance relationship, but you just acted like you didn’t even care.”

Christian shook his head and walked off.

I stared after him in disbelief.

Was what my little brother had said true? Did Justin really still love me? Had he wanted me to show my true feelings and not pretend to me overly-happy when he left?

I felt like I’d been hit by a ton of bricks, that all the conclusions I’d drawn had just back-fired on me and turned out to be absolutely false. Maybe, I could have avoided ever meeting Seth if I had just told Justin the truth.

My parents had always said that honesty is the best policy.

Could that saying be more than just a saying?

I pushed my thoughts to the back of my mind, deciding that the realization that maybe I’d had everything all wrong was just too much.

I stiffly made my way up the stairs and into my bedroom.

Each shooting pain as I walked made me aware that my younger brother’s words held wisdom beyond his years.

Seth was a dangerous person and I should break-up with him.

My eyes wandered the room landing on pictures of Seth and I smiling happily as if we were the most perfect couple on the planet, when in reality, he made my life a living nightmare.

I eventually settled my attention on the large pile of gifts sitting on my window seat that I’d received the night before.

Wincing, I climbed off the bed and grabbed the scrapbook that Justin had given me.

I sat the other gifts on the floor and curling up on the seat, I opened the book.

I looked at the pictures of me and Justin. In some of the pictures, we were also smiling like the most perfect couple on the planet just as Seth and I had, the difference was that my smiles in these pictures were genuine. In one photo, I was crying and Justin was hugging me.

A sweet bitterness filled my soul. I remembered that day vividly, that was the day my dog, Sylvia had died.

My mom had asked me to take her for a walk, but I had decided it was too cold and I didn’t want to. So, I’d reluctantly put her on her leash, grumbling the whole time, and taken her outside. 

I’d carelessly been walking her down the streets, not paying any attention, when Sylvia had started barking loudly, I’d harshly fussed at her telling her to shut up, but she hadn’t stopped.

Before I’d known what was happening, a wild coyote had leaped out of nowhere and tried to attack me.

I’d run in fear and hid behind a tree while Sylvia fought the coyote off.

Sylvia had scared the beast enough to make it leave, but she had suffered such terrible wounds, that she’d died shortly afterwards.

I’d wept and wept feeling sorry for my selfishness.

Justin had been the first one to find me and the only one who seemed to truly understand my deep feelings of remorse.

A tear slid down my face and I wiped it away.

I glanced back around my room seeing the pictures of Seth and a new sense of anger filled me.

I didn’t deserve to have to put up with him beating and raping me. 

I stood up and grabbed all of the pictures of Seth off my walls. 

I threw them onto the ground shattering the frames.

I snatched my coat out of the closet and slung it onto my shoulders.

I stuffed my feet into my shoes and I put my cellphone into my pocket.

I stormed down the stairs the adrenaline in my body keeping me from feeling the soreness in my legs.

“What are you doing?” Christian asked.

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago.” I said grabbing my keys off the hook.

“I don’t understand.” he said.

I looked Christian straight in the eyes. “For once, I’m going to take your advice.”

I marched out the door and put my keys into ignition.

I slammed on the accelerator and sped through the streets until I reached Seth’s house.

I hopped out of my car and ran up the front porch steps.

I whipped open his front door and let myself into his home.



I drove down the streets of Stratford as my mother sat next to me fidgeting.

“How do I look?” she asked, for what seemed like the millionth time.

“You look fine, Mom.” I answered. 

“Just fine?” she asked. “Oh, I knew I should have worn something else.”

“No, no. You look beautiful.” I smiled. “Besides, you could be wearing sweats and this Kevin dude would still be salivating over you.”

I rolled my eyes.

My mother was forcing me to come to dinner with her and Kevin. Supposedly Kevin’s niece had just moved here and didn’t know anyone.

“Justin,” Mom said, firmly. “You’d better behave yourself tonight. I expect for you to behave like the gentleman I’ve raised you to be. I am NOT going to have Kevin thinking that my son is a stuck-up pop-star, you understand me?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I answered, reluctantly.

“Besides, I’m sure you’re going to have tons of fun.” she beamed. 

I could think of a million sarcastic come backs for that, but I knew better than to disrespect my mother.

We pulled into the parking lot of some small restaurant called David’s Bistro.

I parked the car on the side of the building and climbed out before opening my mom’s door and helping her out.

“And you’re sure I look okay?” she questioned.

“Positive, Mom. Absolutely positive.” I assured her.

We walked into the little business-casual bistro and noticed Kevin and a girl whom I assumed to be his niece, waving at us.

I reluctantly followed my mom over to the table.

“Hello, Pattie you look gorgeous.” Kevin smiled.

Mom seemed to light up at his compliment.

“Oh, thank you,” she blushed. “You look very handsome as well.”

“Thanks.” Kevin said before turning to me. “Justin, it’s nice to see you again.”

I forced a smile.

“You too, sir.”

Kevin’s visage showed his relief that I wasn’t showing any hostility tonight.

“This is my niece, Kayla.” he said.

A pretty caramel-skinned girl with sparkling brown eyes and dimples smiled at me.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” she smiled. “You’re Justin Bieber, aren’t you?”

I nodded.


“I think your music is really cool.” she complimented.

I noticed she had a funny accent when she said ‘cool’.

“Thanks.” I smiled back.

“Well,” my mom said. “Why don’t you kids sit at this table and Kevin and I will be right over there.”

She gestured to the table across the aisle.

“Okay,” we both said in unison.

Kayla laughed before sitting down.

“So, you just moved here?” I questioned.

“I guess you could say that.” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, my home back in Wisconsin wasn’t exactly the greatest. My stepdad is physically abusive. Uncle Kevin found out and he brought me here to live with him.”

I felt an anger rush through my veins.

The mere thought of any guy hitting a girl made me angry.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I said. “He never hurt you did he?”

“No. Just my mom.” she answered.

I nodded.

Kayla and I kept talking for quite awhile and I decided that she was a sweet girl. Someone that I’d like to get to know more.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, but I ignored it deciding that it would be rude to read a text in front of a girl I’d just met.

My phone kept buzzing again and again until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Excuse me.” I said. “My phone keeps buzzing.”

“Oh, that’s fine.” Kayla smiled.

I pulled my phone out and noticed I had ten text from Christian.

Caity left 2 hrs. ago. dnt kno where she went. shes not answrng her phone. i’m scared. - Chris

As I glanced at the text, I chuckled to myself.

Leave it up to Christian to prank me after I’d brutally beat him in Mario Kart.

I stuck the phone back in my pocket.

“It was just one of my friends pulling a prank.” I explained to Kayla who had a puzzled expression on her face.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” I nodded.


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6. Chapter Six by Cassie Chassey
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My mom and I said our goodbyes to Kayla and Kevin and headed back to my Range Rover.

I opened the door for my mom and sat down in the driver’s seat.

My phone started ringing and when I saw that the call was from Chris, I was completely ticked off. He’d been bugging me during the whole duration of dinner.

“What the heck is your problem?” I snapped as I answered the phone.

My mom gave me a look, but I didn’t care.

“Didn’t you read my text?” Chris asked his voice sounded hoarse almost as if he’d been crying.

That instantly changed my demeanor.

Chris NEVER cries.

“Yeah...” I said cautiously. 

“Well, why didn’t you respond?” he asked angrily.

“I thought you were joking.” I explained.

“About my sister missing?” he asked. “Why would I joke about something like that?”

“I dunno.” I said suddenly realizing how stupid it sounded now.

Then, another realization hit me. If he wasn’t joking, Caitlin had been missing for about four hours now.

“Oh. My. God.” I breathed. “Caitlin’s really missing!”

“Yes.” Chris said. “My parents called the police, but they won’t do anything until she’s gone for 24 hours. We’re trying to call everyone we know to help find her.”

“Okay, I’ll be there pronto.” I said hanging up the phone.

I turned on my emergency lights and slammed on the accelerator.

“What’s going on?” my mom asked. “Is Caitlin missing?”

I sighed, “Sounds like it.”


I awoke to a shooting pain in my leg.

I glanced around to find that I was in an unfamiliar place.

Suddenly everything came flashing back to me at once.

I’d gone to Seth’s place to break-up with him and he’d gone ballistic.

He’d thrown me around his parents’ house and raped me.

Then he’d forced me to get in his car and ‘go on vacation’ with him.

I’d tried to jump out of his car and run away, but he’d broken my leg. 

After that, I’d passed out.

As I looked around the room again, I realized I was in what appeared to be a vacant cabin.

I slid my hand down into my jeans’ pocket only to realize that my cell phone had been stolen.

“Looking for this?”

I turned to see Seth holding up my hot-pink flip phone before putting it back in his pocket.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“You son of a bit-” 

I was cut off by the his hand across my face.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he clicked his tounge. “Cate, dear, when are you going to learn? You don’t deserve me yet, I keep putting up with you. Seems the least you could do is respect me. After all, I brought you to this lavish place.”

He made a sweeping gesture towards the cabin.

“Where am I?”

“It’s a secret.” he said placing a finger in front of his lips before letting out a cackle.

I clenched and unclenched my fingers trying to release some of the anger that was boiling inside of me.

Every inch of me wanted to find a knife and plunge straight into Seth’s heart.

Instead I drew my attention to my own body.

My jeans were ripped and torn and my shirt was crumpled.

I knew that my face and hair must be a sight.

I badly wanted to bathe.

“Oh, where are my manners?” Seth asked. 

As if reading my mind, he continued: “I bet you want a shower, don’t you?”

His blue eyes told me that a shower meant sex.

I quickly shook my head.

“N-n-no. I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me.” he screamed through clenched teeth. 

His face was inches from mine.

I stared at the floor.

“Fine.” he said. “We’ll do what I want then, and I want to make love to you.”

Make love to me? Puh-leease.

He began unzipping my jeans.

I closed my eyes tightly to hold back tears and the urge to fight him.

I’d learned that fighting Seth only made the whole experience worst.


“You wanna do it again, don’t you?” Seth asked huskily as he straddled me “Don’t lie. I know you liked it.”

My whole body was numb.

I hadn’t even felt him rape me. I couldn’t feel anything.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” I said in a low voice.

“Why?” he questioned angrily.

“I’ve gotta pee.” I said.

He growled.

“Let me help you over there.” he said a hint of kindness in his voice.

I was about to protest, but the minute he helped me stand up, a pain shot through my leg that caused me to scream reminding me that it was broken.

It seemed as if at that moment, I could feel every single bruise that Seth had inflicted on me.

Tears streamed down my face.

“Look, I thought you had to go to the bathroom.” he said irritated.

Gritting my teeth and swallowing hard, I limped to the bathroom.

To my relief, Seth didn’t try and go in with me.

The minute I entered the bathroom, I caught my reflection and gasped.

I looked terrible.

My whole bare body was black and blue.

A tear slid down my face .

I glanced around the room and realized there were no windows.

I began to press on the logs to see if any of them were loose. I’d seen once on a movie where a girl had found a loose area in the wall and escaped, but of course, there were no loose places in the wall.

“Cate,” Seth’s voice sounded. “You should be done in there by now.”

“Coming,” I called back.

I quickly opened the door and limped back out to the cabin where Seth stood holding my clothes.

“Get dressed.” he instructed.

I did as I was told being careful of my leg which was swollen.

I shooting pain ran through me once again.

“Ow,” I yelped clutching my ankle.

Seth glanced at me.

“Let me see it,” he said.

I held my leg out cautiously.

“It’s starting to swell, damnit.” he muttered.

“Here, you stay here and I’ll go get some Tylenol and you put ice on it. I can’t have you limping around, just in case....” he said his voice trailing off.

I watched as he put on a fresh pair of clothes and left.

I could see his headlights through the windows indicating he was leaving.

As soon as I was sure he was gone, I went over to the jeans he’d warn earlier and grabbed my phone.

I tried to make a call, but there was no reception.

“Crap,” I fussed aloud.

Deciding to bare the pain, I put on my shoes and went out the front door.

I realized I was in the middle of the woods.

Since I had no idea which way was home, I went in the opposite direction of Seth.

I walked as fast as I could hoping that the woods would eventually open to an intersection or some form of civilization.

If Seth was getting Tylenol, we couldn’t be too desolate.

After about an hour of walking, I hadn’t gotten very far at all, but due to my limp, I was exhausted.

I heard the sound of leaves crackling and I began to quicken my pace.

I wanted to go home.

I wanted to get back to my family.

Despite my throbbing leg, I began to run.

“Don’t make another move, Cate.” Seth’s voice sounded.

I ignored him and continued to run.

Tears streamed down my face from fear and pain.

Before I knew it, I heard the sound of a gun shot and I instantly fell to the ground.

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7. Chapter Seven by Cassie Chassey
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I sat in the Beadles’ living room listening to the sound of everyone talking at once. We had all searched every inch of Stratford and we couldn’t find a single sign of her anywhere.

Mr. Somers, a former detective and Chaz’s dad, clapped his hands.

We all turned and looked at him.

“Okay, so we’ve all done our best to try and find Caitlin. Although, we weren’t able to find her, I’m sure we’ve gathered some sort of information that can help.” he said. “So, first off, who was the last person to see her?”

“I was.” Chris said, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Okay,” Chaz’s dad said. “Do you recall what she said when she left? Because we know that her car is missing and if she was upset, maybe...” 

“Are you trying to imply that she ran away?” Mrs. Beadles asked looking horrified.

“Our daughter would NOT run away.” Mr. Beadles added defensively. “She has no reason to run away. She does well in school, has lots of friends, and she knows we love her.”

“I’m not implying anything. I’m simply trying to cover all of our bases here.” Mr. Somers said looking offended.

“Everybody calm down.” My mom said. “We’re all here for the same purpose. Let’s just all work together.”

The Beadles and Mr. Somers all nodded relunctantly.

“Pattie’s right.” Mrs. Somers said.

“To answer your question, Mr. Somers,I think she said something about how she was going to take my advice.” Chris answered.

“Your advice?” Mr. Somers questioned. “What did you tell her.”

“That she should break-up with that douche bag.” Chris stated.

“Chris!” Mrs. Somers scolded.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“Are you talking about Seth?” I asked. 

“After you left, he showed up on our doorstep and cussed Caitlin out.” Chris answered. “He seemed almost....”

“Almost what?” I asked feeling my blood begin to boil.

Chris swallowed hard, “He seemed almost...abusive.” 

“What?” Mr. and Mrs. Beadles exclaimed in unison.

“Are you sure?” Mr. Somers questioned.

I suddenly felt faint as I thought through all that had happened.

Caitlin’s limp, the bruise on her face, her reluctance to get in the car with Seth, all of it made sense.

“I think he’s right,” I said.

Everyone in the room turned to look at me.

“If what you’re saying is true, this could be extremely serious.” Mr. Somers said. “Abusive relationships are a dangerous thing.”


I clutched my arm and screamed out in agony.

“Now, now, Caity.” Seth said in a sickeningly kind voice. “Looks like you’re going to need me to take care of you. Especially now that you’ve hurt your ankle AND your shoulder.”

He tsked, “What a shame too.”

I glared at the gun that sat in the holster on his belt.

I wanted so badly to murder him—right here, right now—but, the pain was excruciating.

As much as I didn’t want to, I began to cry like a big baby.

“Let me see it.” Seth said moving my fingers from around my shoulder.

My fingers were red with blood.

I thought I’d pass out at any moment.

“You’re in luck!” he said. “Bullet went straight through.”

“I need a doctor.” I said as sweat beaded my forehead.

“Nah.” he shook his head. “My mama’s a doctor. I’ve watched her stitch up plenty of people and there’s a first aid kit back in the cabin. I’ll take care of it.”

“A-are you sure?” I asked beginning to feel faint.

“Of course I’m sure!” he snapped. “Look, I’m NOT stupid. I’m not gonna take you to a doctor and let you tell him what’s going on. You’re never gonna leave me. You might as well get that in your head. If I can’t have you, no one can.”

I felt a coldness run through my body.

He was right. I’d never get away from him. It was hopeless. I looked around and realized we were in the middle of nowhere. 

I was stuck in the middle of nowhere with a complete psychopath and there was nothing, absolutely NOTHING I could do about it.

At that moment, I wanted to die, but instead, I fainted.


When I awoke, I was back in the cabin and my whole body was numb from head to toe.

“Hey Sleeping Beauty,”

I turned to see Seth who sat on the couch watching t.v.

I opened my mouth to ask what had happened, but when I moved my arm, I remembered.

“You’ve been out for two days straight.” he said. “I started to call someone, but..”

His voice trailed off and I was glad.

Every word he spoke made me sick.

Suddenly I actually needed to puke.

“What’s wrong?” Seth questioned gently.

For once, his kindness almost seemed genuine.

“I feel sick.” I said.

“That’s normal.”

He held up a trash can and I began to puke up liquid.

It was a horrible experience–throwing up when your stomach’s empty.

My head throbbed and I could feel my pulse.

“Here, have some soup.” Seth said once I was finished.

He lifted my head off the pillow and slowly helped me swallow tomato soup.

I was so hungry, I began to gulp it down, but then I almost choked.

“Careful.” he said. “You can’t eat too much, it’ll just make things worst.”

I looked up at Seth and decided I wasn’t completely insane.

Many times when Seth had hurt me, I’d wondered if I had lost my mind, but now, seeing him show kindness told me that I wasn’t crazy.

THIS was the Seth I’d fallen for.

The one who put bandages on kids’ knees when they fell at the playground, the one who dreamed of being a doctor, but unfortunately, this Seth didn’t show up very often.

“Let’s check your bandage.” he said propping me up.

Seth unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing, that was obviously his, and gently slid my right arm out of the sleeve.

He unwrapped the white gauze.

I was expecting to see a horrific sight, but instead his stitches looked professional.

And the cut didn’t look infected either.

“Seems to be healing pretty well.” He commented. “Now, it’s gonna hurt, but I’m going to need you to move your arm around for me.”

I gritted my teeth in order to help bare the pain that I was about to endure.

“On the count of three,” he said. “One, two, three..”

Sweat formed on my forehead as I bent my arm.

“That’s enough for now.” Seth said he leaned into kiss me, but I pulled away.

He looked me straight in the eyes and I could see that his blue eyes were moist.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“What?” I asked taken aback. “Can you repeat that?”

I wanted to make sure I’d heard correctly.

A single tear slid down Seth’s face.

“I’m so, so, so sorry.” he said louder this time. “I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for hitting you, for forcing myself on you, for—for shooting you, I’m sooo sorry. I know you probably can’t forgive me and I’m not expecting you to, but just know that I’m sorry.”

I paused for a moment before speaking. I was unsure of how to respond.

Seth’s cell phone on the nightstand caught my eye.

“I’ll forgive you, if you prove that you’re truly sorry.”

“I’ll do anything, baby. Anything.” he said.

“Call my parents. Tell them where we are. I’m certain that they’re worried sick.”



Mr. Somers, the Beadles, Mom, Kevin, Kayla and I all stood outside of Seth McIntosh’s home ringing the doorbell.

After Kevin and Kayla had heard the news, they’d instantly began helping us.

“I don’t think anyone is home.” Mrs. Beadles said on the verge of tears.

She’d cried so much over the last two days that I was certain that her tears could fill the Indian Ocean.

The police were now involved, but their results were worst than ours.

“Well, we don’t have any other way to contact them, so we’re gonna have to keep trying.” Mr. Somers stated.

We’d rummaged through Caitlin’s room, but we hadn’t found any information of how to contact either of Seth’s parents.

“Why don’t we just break in?” I asked growing impatient.

It had been two days already, almost 48 hours. Everyone knows that when you get passed 48 hours the chances of finding a missing person are slim.

They’re even slimmer when the missing person is with a complete nutcase.

“Justin!” Mom scolded. “We can’t become criminals.”

I sighed. 

I felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders.

No one had made me feel as if any of this was my fault, but I still felt like it was, besides, no one had said that it WASN’T my fault either.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find her.” Mr. Somers said. “I promise.”

I trudged back to my Range Rover and Kayla followed me.

The two of us had ridden over here together, while Mom had caught a ride with Kevin.

I opened the door for her before climbing into my own seat.

Kayla reached over and placed her hand on mine.

“It’s not your fault, you know.” she said.

I looked up at her surprised. Had she just read my mind?

“And no, I’m not a mind reader.” she chuckled. “It’s just how I would feel if someone I cared about went missing.”

I smiled at her gratefully.

“Don’t worry, Justin. They’ll find her. I know they will.” 

“I hope you’re right.” I sighed. “I hope you’re right.”

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8. Chapter Eight by Cassie Chassey
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That night, I lay wide awake inside of my hotel room staring at the wall. Although Kayla’s words had been a comfort, it still didn’t change the fact that Caitlin was missing and no one seemed to be doing a God-blessed thing about it.

I glanced at the clock and realized it was now 1AM. I’d been trying to fall asleep since 9:30.

Sighing, I climbed out of bed, threw on a hoodie and skinny jeans, grabbed my car keys, my cell phone and left the hotel room without even waking my mother.

I rode the elevator to the empty lobby.

I walked through the glass doors and out to my Range Rover.

I hopped in the car and started driving.

I had no idea where I was going and honestly, there was nothing to do in Stratford at one in the morning.

I drove until I found myself in my mother’s boyfriend, Kevin’s driveway. I climbed out of my car and walked over to the front door.

Wondering if I’d lost my mind, I knocked on the door.

Just when I was about to turn and walk away, the door opened to reveal Kayla dressed in red satin pajamas, a matching robe, and flip-flop style slippers.

“Justin?” She asked. “What’re you doing here?”

I stood there flabbergasted. I opened and closed my mouth, but no words came. Honestly, I had no idea why I was here. 

She simply smiled at me and gestured for me to enter the house.

I stepped inside and looked around.

The house was 3 stories and resembled the traditional family home. It was warm and cozy, but sensible.

I followed Kayla into the kitchen where she placed to mugs of water into the microwave and watched her move around the kitchen.

I’m not sure if it’s the fact it was 1 in the morning and I was half-crazy, but I saw something in her that I hadn’t seen before.

The kindness in her tone, although, I’d woken her up in the middle of the night, her sweet hospitable nature. The way her red satin PJs flowed behind her, caused her to resemble a fairy. I could see her being a pastor’s wife someday.

She placed the tea and sugar on a tray and led me into the family room.

“I hope you like raspberry tea.” she said as she sat the bags in the tea cups.

I simply nodded as my eyes fell on her perfect pink lips.

“I’m sorry for bothering you.” I said. “I just...”

“Couldn’t sleep?” she finished for me. “It’s fine. Besides, Uncle Kevin’s at the hospital praying for one of the kids at his youth group that has Leukemia. This place gets pretty creepy when you’re home alone.”

She opened up the little porcelain container that contained sugar cubes.

“Do you like one or two?” She questioned.

“Five.” I said with a crooked grin. “If that’s not too greedy.”

She laughed, “I always get five too. The secret is you discreetly keep adding them.”

I chuckled as she handed me the cup.

“So, tell me, what’s on your mind?” she asked as she took a sip.

Once again, my eyes landed on her mouth. 

“Huh?” I asked realizing she was talking to me.

She giggled softly.

She must think I’m a complete lunatic. First, I knocked on her door in the middle of the night and now I was acting like a blubbering fool.

“You miss Caitlin, don’t you?” She asked.

I made sure I listened this time.

“I just wish I knew she was safe.” I sighed. 

She nodded her understanding.

“And the thought that Seth is hurting her...it just...it scares me, a lot.” I admitted. “I feel as if it’s somehow my fault—that I should have seen it. Afterall, I’ve always been the one who could read her like a book. This time I failed and it hurts.”

“I know how you feel.” she said.

“You do?” 

“Yep.” she said. “You know, I told you my step-dad abused my mom.”

I nodded.

“Well, every time he’d do it, I’d just sit there and cry and watch. I was too scared to do anything and then I’d feel bad, like I was the one who’d inflicted the pain.”

“But, Kayla,” I protested. “You couldn’t fight a grown man!”

“I know that now, but then I thought that I should have, that it was my duty to protect my mother. But someone made me realize that even if that was true—it wasn’t—but if it WAS that I couldn’t change the past and honestly, I couldn’t control the future either.”

“Who made you realize that?” I asked.

I was just waiting for her to gush about her perfect boyfriend. Pretty, sweet, perfect, sensitive girls like Kayla always have a boyfriend.

“God.” she said.

I did a double-take.


“God.” she repeated. “I fell on my knees and prayed really hard and God made me see that it was out of my control, I had to trust in Him and that’s what you need to do too, Justin, throw your burdens on God. He knows where Caitlin is right now and He can help her.”

I allowed Kayla’s words to sink in. 

I called myself a Christian, in fact the Beadles and all of their friends did, but we had yet to go to God about this. If anything, we’d all been silently second-guessing where He was at the moment—how could He let something like this happen?

“I can pray for you right now, if you’d like.” she said holding out her hands

I took them in mine. They were soft and dainty—a sharp contrast to my rough, guitar string & hockey stick callused ones.

We both bowed our heads in reverence.

“Hi Heaven Father!” she began to speak as if she was talking to her best friend.

“I’m here with Justin and I know that you know that he’s hurting, Lord. His friend Caitlin has gone missing and we’re all worried about her. Please just help him to not feel guilty and to allow You to take on his burdens. Help him to rest at night and keep a clear mind so that he can be ready to help find Caitlin—if that’s Your will.

In Your Son, Jesus Christ’s name,


I felt tears fill my eyes as I slowly lifted my face.

I won’t lie, it wasn’t one of those, ‘It’s a miracle! My pain has magically disappeared!’ moments, but I still felt better after hearing her prayer. 

She had known just the right words to say and I felt even more drawn to her.

“How about we get some rest?” she suggested standing up. “You can sleep in the guest room tonight. Uncle Kevin won’t mind.”

I opened my mouth to refuse, but Kayla leaned over and pressed a finger against my lips. As she bent over, her pajama top slid down a little, allowing me to catch a glimpse of her black bra.

I tried not to look—but, I’m a teenage boy, in a house all alone with a pretty girl—how much can you expect from me?

“No buts.” she giggled.

Although she was being completely innocent, every move of her body was seducing me.

“Follow me,” she said walking towards the steps.

Her hips swayed as she walked and her long legs could’ve belonged to a super-model.

I felt my pulse quicken as I looked at her.

I stood up off the couch and followed her.

She led me to a room that had a big comfy-looking bed and mahogany furniture.

“My cousin usually sleeps in here when we visit Uncle Kevin. I’m sure he probably left some pajamas that you can wear.” she said as she walked over to the closet.

I found my feet moving towards her.

“Here, try these on.” she said closing the door and turning towards me.

I must’ve misjudged the space between us, because she ran smack into my chest.

She began to back away to widen the gap between us, but she was up against the closet door.

My hormones took over and before I’d even known what I’d done, I had leaned down and kissed her.

I felt a surge of electricity go through my whole body. It was like the adrenaline rush I got when I was on stage in front of thousands of screaming fans, but this feeling was like that—times 100. I never wanted the feeling to end, but Kayla pulled away and slid to the side of me.

Her cheeks were cherry-red as she bit her lip and cleared her throat.

“Uh, um, goodnight, Justin.” she stuttered before hurriedly leaving the room.

I stood in place, once again speechless and more confused than ever.

What had just happened? What did I feel for Kayla? Was it a crush? Something more? Or just lust? Why had I come here instead of going to Ryan or Chaz’s house?

I’d wanted peace not more confusion! 

Now, I was worried about Caitlin AND whether or not I’d just ruined the friendship I was building with the one person who seemed to be able to understand what I was going through.

I considered going and apologizing, but then I decided against it. Was I really sorry? My head hurt. I didn’t want to have to deal with this—not now.


Seth’s cell phone on the nightstand caught my eye.

“I’ll forgive you, if you prove that you’re truly sorry.”

“I’ll do anything, baby. Anything.” he said.

“Call my parents. Tell them where we are. I’m certain that they’re worried sick.”


It was the middle of the night and I sat in the passenger seat of Seth’s car as he drove off to some distant location from where we were staying, in order to find a pay-phone. He hadn’t been willing to call my parents from his cell-phone, which was really no surprise. He’d said it was too risky, but to my utter amazement he’d suggested calling them from a pay-phone and had agreed to let me speak to them.

He turned up the radio and began singing along to Love Like This by Natasha Bedingfield and Sean Kingston. He reached over and squeezed my hand.

“Relax, would you? You keep acting like you think I’m gonna flip out and change my mind.” he chuckled.

I forced a smile, but I couldn’t relax. Seth had done too many crazy things for me to allow myself to let my guard down.

He finally selected a gas station that looked like it’d been deserted since the 1960’s. 

Seth helped me hobble over to the dusty old phone and held me up as I held the phone away from my ear, but close enough to be sure it had a dial tone—I wasn’t about to press it against my ear, who knew what germs were all over it?

Once I was sure that it was working, I inserted the requested amount and dialed the number to my house.

The phone rang and rang and I silently prayed that someone would pick up, but no one did. I only got the answering machine.

I swallowed hard and forced a peppy voice. Seth handed me the script he’d written for me to say.

“Hi everyone! It’s Caitlin,” I said in a sing-song voice. “I’m calling to let you all know that I’m fine. Seth just decided to take me on....vacation.” What a lie. “And there wasn’t any reception, but anyway, don’t worry. I’ll see you all soon. Love you! Bye!”

As I hung up the phone, I felt tears burn the rim of eyes. I probably would’ve just been better off not contacting them at all. What if they took my message seriously and stopped looking for me? I decided to look on the bright side—at least now they knew I was still living and for now, Seth was being nice to me.

But how long would that last? I had no idea.

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9. Chapter Nine by Cassie Chassey
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I sat on the edge of the bed staring mindlessly at the television as some athletes—whose names I didn’t know, and honestly didn’t care to know—bounced a little orange and black ball up and down and ran down the court trying to steal it from one another.

“Get the ball to Kobe!” Seth screamed at the t.v.

I rolled my eyes and rubbed my temples.

My head was throbbing and Seth screaming every few minutes wasn’t helping.

I was worried about my friends and family—hoping that they would realize that the message I’d left had been a big lie and they’d come and get me. 

I was tired of limping around on my injured leg, I was tired of my sore arm and ultimately, I was tired of Seth.

Sure, he’d been nice to me lately, but I still didn’t trust him.

After he’d allowed me to call my parents, I’d kept my promise and forgiven him, but I’m not one of those people who believe in the saying: ‘forgive and forget’. I don’t think that’s even possible.

Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming sense of nausea.

I clutched the little trash can that leaned against the bed.

“Again?” Seth asked actually paying attention to me for the first time. “That’s like your fifth time throwing up this morning! And you’ve lost your cookies everyday this week.” Yeah, Mr. Obvious, like I didn’t notice.

When I finally finished I felt even worse.

“Here,” Seth said handing me a glass of water and a mint.

“Thanks,” I said my voice sounding hoarse because of my raw throat.

Seth placed his hand against my forehead.

“You’re not running a fever.” he said. “Do you have chills?”

“No,” I shook my head. “I’m not sick.”

“Well, something is wrong.” he insisted.

“Maybe I’m allergic to something,” I said. Like this dusty old cabin.

“Maybe, but I doubt it.” he said.

Honestly, I doubted that it was an allergy too, but what else could make me feel like this?

“Just get some rest.” Seth said pulling back the covers on the bed. “Maybe it’s a stomach virus or something.”


I woke up the next morning to the sound of my phone ringing. I rubbed my eyes and reached over on the night stand where I’d sat it.

“Hello,” I answered groggily.

“Justin!” It was my mother’s voice.

Suddenly it dawned on me that I’d left our hotel room without telling her.

“I’m sorry that I left without telling you....I was gonna come back, but then I came to Kayla and Kevin’s house and....”

“Yes, we’ll talk about that later.” She interrupted. “I’m calling because Caitlin called the Beadles late last night. They just got the message this morning.”

“Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed. “Is she okay? Is she coming home?”

“They said that she’s fine and she just went on a last minute vacation with Seth. There cancelling all of the search parties and everything.”

“What?” I asked. “Why would they do that? What if she’s lying?”

“Lying?” Pattie asked. “Why would she do that?”

“I dunno, but if Seth’s a psychopath like Christian think he is, maybe he forced her to lie.” I said. “They should let me listen to that message.”

“Honey, I know you’re concerned about Caitlin, but I’m sure her parents know her well enough to detect whether or not she’s being truthful.”

I bit my lip.

This whole ordeal didn’t make sense.

Caitlin’s a planner, she doesn’t just randomly do things. She certainly wouldn’t just go off on a spontaneous vacation without telling anyone. She’s at least tell her best friend.

“Has anyone spoken to Holly Peterson?”

“No, not yet. I think Holly and her family just came into town.” Mom answered. “Wh—”

My mind was racing at the speed of light as I instinctively slammed the phone shut and climbed out of bed.

I threw on the clothes I’d worn over here last night and made a mad-dash down the stairs.

I entered the family room to find Kayla sitting in a chair reading her Bible.

“What’s up?” she asked. Her eyes drew together in concern as they landed on me. “Are you alright?”

“No time to talk, now. I’ll explain later.” I said grabbing her by the hand and pulling her behind me.

I snatched our jackets off the coat rack and left the house.

I opened the door to my Range Rover for her.

“Justin, are you feeling okay?” she asked cautiously.

“Never been better, just get in the car.” I rushed.

Kayla climbed in, but her uncertainty was evident.

I hopped in the driver’s seat and slammed on the accelerator.

I drove up the streets of Stratford towards the country. Towards Holly Peterson, Caitlin’s best friend.

As I drove, Kayla rattled off questions, but my mind was so focused on trying to prove my theory that I didn’t pay her an ounce of attention.

I pulled into the driveway and undid my seat belt.

“C’mon.” I said.

“Justin!” Kayla yelled. “You need to slow down and explain to me what’s going on, right now.”

“You’ll understand, let’s just go.” I said reaching over her and opening her door.

She stopped me and re-shut the door.

“Justin! Stop!” she said. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong with you! You show up on my doorstep last night and I think that you just need a friend to talk to, but then you end up kissing me. Now this morning you come flying down the steps, drag me into your car, and drive me to some stranger’s house in the boonies!”

I stared at Kayla for a moment. I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Kayla,” I began. “I’m not really sure how to explain all of this, but you’re just going to have to trust me.”

She shook her head.

“I can’t do that, Justin. I’m sorry.”

She hopped out of the car and began to walk up the street. I wasn’t sure where she was going to go, but I didn’t have time to worry about that. Instead, I had to focus on finding Caitlin. 

There was no way she’d agreed to go on vacation with Seth. Just absolutely no way.



I grasped tightly onto the sides of the toilet as I threw-up—again.

I wiped my mouth off with a towel and flushed the toilet.

I groaned as I wiped the sweat off my forehead.

Something was wrong—terribly wrong.

I walked over to the sink and splashed cold water on my face. As I glanced at the calendar, it dawned on me.

“No,” I whispered quietly. “God, please no.”

A single tear rolled down my face and I quickly wiped it away. Maybe it wasn’t true. Maybe it was just late, but there was only one way to know....

“Seth,” I called into the living room.

He didn’t reply and I was about to call him again when he appeared at the doorway and concerned look on his face.

“What is it babe?” he asked.

“I need you to take me to the drugstore.” I said quietly.

“The drugstore?” he repeated. “Why?”

“I, uh, need to get uh, something.” I stuttered.

“Like what?” he asked I could tell he was getting angry. “You know I can’t risk letting you out alone. I’ll get it for you, what do you want?”

I swallowed hard.

“It’s personal.” I said.

Seth’s eyes turned ice-cold as he tightly grasped my arm.

“You’re not keeping something from me, are you?”


“Then just tell me what you fudgein’ need and I’ll buy it.”

I swallowed hard.

“I missed it.” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

“What?” he snapped. “Speak louder, bitch. I can’t hear you!”

I trembled in fear as the tears returned.

“My period. It didn’t come.” I wailed.

Seth shoved me into the wall.

“You’d better not be.” he said. “I’m gonna go buy the frickin’ test, but you’d better not be.”

Seth slapped me across the face and stormed out of the bathroom.

I clutched my cheek and sobbed as I heard the front door slam.

I grabbed my crutches and hobbled into the kitchen.

I began to rummage through the drawers.

One thing for sure, Seth didn’t have to worry about seeing a little pink plus sign, because if there was a life inside of me now, there wouldn’t be when he got back. It would be gone with me to see the angels.

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10. Chapter Ten by Cassie Chassey
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I banged on the door like a maniac as I stood on Caitlin’s best friend, Holly Peterson’s doorstep.

“C’mon, open up.” I whined.

After what felt like a lifetime, the door finally swung open to reveal Holly.

“Gosh, Justin,” she said. “What’re you trying to do? Break the door?”

I ignored her comment and stepped into the house without waiting for her invitation.

“We need to talk,”

“Okay...” she answered as a puzzled look appeared on her face.

“Caitlin’s missing—”

“What!” she exclaimed. “Since when?”

“A few days ago.” I said. “ She disappeared without a trace. But, this morning my mom said she called the Beadles and told them that she’d gone on vacation with Seth—”

Holly shook her head.

“She’s lying.” Holly stated. “She wouldn’t just up and leave without telling anyone.”

“That’s what I thought.” I agreed. “But I just didn’t know where Seth would take her.”

Holly bit her lip as she thought for a moment.

“I remember once Seth said something about how his grandparents lived in a cabin before they died, but it’s the fall, what idiot would go to a cabin in the fall?”

“An idiot who doesn’t want anyone to find him.” I replied. “Where is the cabin?”

“I’m not sure exactly, but I know he said it was in the woods about ten minutes from here.”

“Alright then, let’s go.” I said.

Holly stared at me. 

“What are you crazy? You can’t just go off into the woods and start looking!”

“Why not?” I questioned.

“Because, you just...can’t Justin! It could be dangerous.”

“That’s exactly why we SHOULD go.” I exclaimed. 

“I just think that we should leave this kind of thing to the police.” she said.

“Did you not listen to anything that I’ve said? The police and everyone else believe that she’s on vacation and they’ve given up on her!”

Holly sighed. “Fine,”

I smiled as she ran up the stairs.

“Ashlynn,” she announced. “I’m going to go hang with Justin.”

“Yeah, whatever.” she called back. “But if Mom and Dad get mad, I’m not bailing you out.”

Holly rolled her eyes as she came back down the stairs with her phone and jacket.

“Let’s go.”



I rummaged through the drawer until I finally found a large knife. 

The sound of Seth’s car caused me to jump and I quickly hid the knife back into the drawer. I hadn’t expected him to get back so quickly.

I heard the sound of the door slam open and I looked up to see a furious Seth with a bag in his hand.

“Do you have any idea how much freakin’ embarrassment you just put me through?” he hollered at me.

I shivered slightly as he stormed towards me.

I began to back away from him until I ran into the counter-top. I felt the pointed corner dig into my back as he pressed his body against mine.

I cowered in fear.

“Go take the damn test,” he cussed shoving the bag into my hand.

I swallowed hard. I could smell alcohol on his breath and I knew that if I was pregnant, he’d beat the hell out of me.

“NOW!” he screamed before slapping me.

Tears strolled down my cheeks as I tried to manage holding the bag and limping over to the bathroom with the crutches.

Once I’d reached the bathroom, I tried to close the door. My logic was that I could simply pour water on the test, but Seth stopped the door with his foot.

“Nice try. I’m going to make sure you don’t try to lie to me.”

I simply cried as I unscrewed the water bottle and began to slowly sip the water. I was about 95 percent sure that I was indeed pregnant, because I never missed my period—never, even in the beginning I hadn’t missed it.

“Hurry up,” Seth growled.

Scared of what would happen if I didn’t obey, I gulped down the rest of the water.

Once I was finished, Seth looked at me expectantly.

“It’s gonna take a little while,” I said hoping he’d leave me alone.

Instead he simply crossed his arms and stared. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Finally, I felt the urge to pee.

I opened the box and followed the instructions.

Once I was done, I sat the stick on the sink with shaky hands.

I set the timer on the box for five minutes.

I looked up to see Seth’s icy blue eyes burning a hole through me.

“What?” I asked quietly. 

“This is all your fudgein’ fault.” he muttered.

I wanted to scream at him and tell him that it was really his fault since he’d been the one to force himself on me, but I just stayed quiet as I sat on the floor with my knees pulled to my chest.

The timer dinged and I slowly stood up off the floor.

I walked over to the bathroom and I felt tears stream down my face as a little pink plus sign sat there as plan as day.



“Are you sure that he said the cabin was ten minutes from your place?” I questioned as I continued to drive my Range Rover down a raggedy dirt road. 

“No, Justin, I’m not sure of anything! I told you this was a bad id—”

Holly was cut off by a loud crash.

“What was that?” she asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Let’s follow it.”

I was already climbing out of the car.

She stared at me blankly.

“You coming?”

She nodded as she also got out of the car.

I locked the doors and began to follow the loud sounds of things banging and breaking.

We began to waddle through the grimy thicket.

We were poked and scratched by branches and it felt as if we weren’t making an ounce of progress, but I wasn’t willing to stop.

Caitlin was nearby, I could feel it in my heart and soul.

“J-J-Justin,” I turned around to see a freaked out Holly. “Look.”

I turned to see a sign posted to a tree and I snatched if off.

“Beware, you’re on private property. Any trespassers will be shot—or worse.” I read aloud.

She stared at me with wide-eyes.

“Do you think they’re serious?” she questioned.

“Of course not,” my voice was a hundred times more confident than I was.



I cowered in a corner as Seth picked up a chair and threw it out of the window.

“My life was fine, just freakin’ fine until YOU came along!” he screamed. “You’ve been nothing, but trouble. Nothing but freakin’ trouble! I’ve got my whole life planned out and it’s not going to be ruined just because you were too stupid to get on birth control!”

An anger that had been boiling for a long time exploded inside of me.

“Me?” I shrieked. “I wanted to wait until I was married, but you didn’t give me a choice. You snatched my innocence from me. Every single time, Seth, I told you I didn’t want to have sex with you, but you didn’t care. You’d just hit me, pin me down and hurt me—over and over again until you were done. I’m tired of you blaming me for everything. I’ve done absolutely NOTHING wrong! This is ALL your fault.”

Seth was furious, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care at all.

He yanked me up by my hair and slammed me against the wall.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear.

“After I’m done with you, it won’t matter whose fault it is, because there won’t be a baby,” He shoved me to the floor and kicked me in the stomach sending tears to my eyes and knocking the air out of me.

I quietly whispered a simple prayer before a blow to my head caused everything to go dark.

“God, help me.”

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11. Chapter Eleven by Cassie Chassey
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“We’ve been wandering around for hours and there’s STILL no sign of her! Why don’t we just give up?”

“No, Holly, we’re NOT giving up! I know she’s out here somewhere. Remember those sounds we heard?”

She sighed, “Yes, I remember, but our parents are going to be worried sick if we don’t get home soon.”

I ignored her as I pushed through yet another branch and stopped dead in my tracks as I stared in disbelief.

“Justin, are you listening to—” she stopped mid-sentence as she stood next to me.

Before us was a large cabin that had several broken windows. The chairs that I assumed had done the damage were sprawled across the lawn.

I swallowed hard and licked my lips as my heart pounded in my chest. Caitlin had been here; I could feel it.

“Stay here,” I told Holly.

I began to walk towards the doorway when I heard the sound of a gun shot. I instantly fell to the ground.

“Who goes there?” called a shaky female voice.

“It’s me,” I said quickly as I stood up off the ground.

“Justin? Oh, thank God!” she clutched her chest as she dropped the rifle and ran towards me.

“Kayla,” I breathed before quickly pulling her into my chest. I could feel her fast heart-beat. “What on earth are you doing out here?”

“I was looking for someone to ask directions,” she said as she looked up at me and I realized the tears running down her cheeks. “So, I’d walked up to the door—” her voice trailed off and I felt myself become concerned.

“You’re not hurt, are you?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m fine.” she sobbed. “But something terrible happened in there.” she shuddered as she spoke.

“What do you mean?” Holly’s hollow voice sounded behind us.

I didn’t wait for an answer. I ran up the raggedy porch steps and stopped when I reached the doorway.

Chairs and tables had been bashed and broken to mere pieces. The trashcan had been turned over and there were broken beer bottles everywhere.

Horrified, I forced myself to step inside the building. Something shiny and pink on the floor near the bed caught my attention. I quickly made my way over to it. I sucked in a sharp breath as I bent down and picked up the shattered pink and silver phone. 

“Oh, God,” I whispered.

The phone had been completely damaged, but there was no doubt that it was Caitlin’s.

My eyes continued to scan the room and I felt faint when they landed on various blood stains outside the closed bathroom door. I walked over to the puddles and realized they were fairly fresh. I was gulping and silently praying as I reluctantly pushed open the door. I’d seen once on a movie where a murderer had killed his wife and left her in a bathtub. The mere thought made me sick, but I knew I had to find out for myself.

Holding my breath, I glanced in the bathroom. Instantly, my heart lightened with relief when I realized that no one was in there, but as I glanced around it became heavy again. With shaky hands I lifted a little white stick off the sink and stared in shock at the pink plus sign.



When I came-to, my head throbbed and I couldn’t remember a thing that had happened. I slowly glanced around my surroundings and realized I was in Seth’s car.

“Where are we going?” My voice came out like a hoarse squeak due to my dry throat.

“None of your damn business, you little slut.” Seth snapped at me. “Now, shut up.”

I bit my lip and did as I was told.

After about 30 minutes, the car came to a stop.

Seth climbed out and slammed the door causing me to jump slightly.

Wincing at the crook in my neck, I turned to see a guy who looked a lot like Seth, except his curly, auburn colored hair and brown eyes instead of blue ones, standing on the porch of a picturesque white house.

Seth snatched my door open and shoved my crutches into my hands.

“Let’s go, sweetie.” his voice had turned back into the sappy one he used when other people were around.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes as I struggled to stand up with the crutches. An excruciating pain ripped through my entire body and I let out a painful hiss.

I could feel Seth’s death glare, but I didn’t care. 

The Seth look-a-like ran down the stairs and over to me.

“Are you alright?” he asked. His voice was full of concern.

Knowing that Seth was watching, I nodded. “I’m fine.”

He seemed unconvinced as he continued to help me up the stairs and inside of the house. He led me to a pink bedroom with a plushy bed and gestured for me to sit down.

“I’m fine, really.” I repeated. I was sure Seth wouldn’t approve of it and I knew that my fragile body couldn’t take another blow. I couldn’t remember anything that had happened, but it was obvious from my soreness that he’d beaten me.

“No, no, you should rest.” he insisted.

Since he was so persistent, I gave in and sat down.

“Thanks—” I paused as I realized I didn’t know his name.

“Adam, Adam McIntosh.” he answered. “Seth and I are cousins. Our moms are twin sisters and our dads are twin brothers...it’s weird, I know.” he chuckled softly.

I nodded as I eased myself on the bed wincing slightly at the pain. “I’m Caitlin Beadles.”

“Caitlin, are you sure that you’re alright?” Adam questioned, his warm brown eyes were filled with kindness.

“Of course she’s alright,” Seth barked. Adam turned to look at him with a startled expression on his face. “I mean, she just fell off her bike and rolled down a hill when we went riding.” he tried to soften his approach. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

Adam nodded slowly. “Oh, okay, well, um, why don’t you get some rest and I’ll bring you some Tylenol to ease the pain and Tomato soup and crackers.” he said. “You do like Tomato Soup, right? I’m sure you’re probably hungry.”

“What are you implying that I having been feeding her?” Seth questioned.

“No, no. I’m just saying that with the long trip and everything...” Adam stammered.

“That’s very kind of you,” I smiled. It was the first time I’d smiled since Seth had kidnapped me. “I’d really appreciate that.”

Adam nodded his appreciation before quickly exiting the room.

Seth’s eyes followed him before darting to me. He closed the door and stormed towards me.

“You’re pushing it Caty,” he whisper-screamed. 

I gulped. “Wh-wh-what’dya mean?”

“You know it EXACTLY what I mean.” he snapped before his lips curled upwards. “Nevertheless, we’re gonna be out of here in a couple of days anyway. I’ve almost worked out all of the papers for us to go the States. Once we’re there we’ll take care of It.” He acted as if he was completely disgusted when he said “It”. 

“What do you mean ‘It’?” I asked. I was completely puzzled as to what he was talking about.

“That baby,” his cold blue eyes landed on my stomach. “We’re going to get rid of it as soon as we get to America.”

I shook my head. “We can’t leave the country!” I exclaimed. “I, I won’t go and I certainly will NOT abort my baby.” he was going to hit me, but I didn’t care.

Sure enough, Seth raised his hand, but the sound of Adam calling his name stopped him. He simply gave me an evil look and then stormed out of the room.

I silently thanked God for the interruption as my eyes wandered the room. They landed on a little pamphlet that sat on the dresser. I reached over and picked it up. On the front was a picture of the house with the words Safe Haven written across the top. I flipped it open and pictures of a pregnant girl who looked to be about my age and another of a bruised woman who was about twenty or so stood out. My heart skipped a beat as I began to read the caption below the pictures:

‘Safe Haven is a secure refuge run by Allen and Marjorie McIntosh for girls and women of all ages to escape their abusive situations and get the help they need.’

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12. Chapter Twelve by Cassie Chassey
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I stared at the pamphlet and read it over and over again. Safe Haven seemed like the perfect place for me to go, but the only problem was that I had no idea how I was going to get there. First off, I didn’t know where it was and second of all, I didn’t know how I’d be able to sneak away.

On the back of the pamphlet, there was a phone number that I could call to get directions, but that still didn’t solve the problem of how to get away from Seth.

I sighed as I swung my feet over the edge of the bed. I grabbed my crutches and wobbled out of the room. I crossed the hall to the bathroom I’d seen earlier when Adam had helped me inside.

As I entered the bathroom, I didn’t dare look at my reflection. I didn’t want to know what I looked like.

Instead, I turned on the shower water and sat down on the lid of the toilet. I took my pants off and began to slowly pull my shirt over my head when I heard the sound of the door opening.

I was so startled I didn’t do anything, but just sat there frozen as if I’d blend into the wall.

I heard the sound of footsteps and I tensed from head to toe. I swallowed hard, this was a perfect opportunity for Seth to hurt me again and no doubt, he was going to take advantage of it. Just as I expected, I felt my shirt being lifted over my head.

I stared in shock as I realized that the guy wasn’t Seth, but instead it was Adam. He had a hard, unreadable expression on his face.

He reached out towards me and I flinched expecting the blow that would no doubt come.

“It’s okay,” he spoke softly as tears filled his eyes. His gaze never left the bruises and hand prints that covered my chest. “Seth did this to you didn’t he?”

I stared at him mindlessly for a moment. I didn’t know what to say or do. I was so terrified, my whole body began to shake.

“Don’t hurt me. Please,” I sobbed quietly.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he assured me as he covered me with a towel. “I just need you to tell me; who did this to you? It was Seth, wasn’t it?”

I continued to shake as tears streamed down my face.

“It’s okay,” he repeated as he kneeled in front of me and gently took my hands in his. “You can tell me.”

“No I can’t,” I whispered as I slowly shook my head and pulled my hands out of his grasp.

“Seth’s not here right now, Caitlin. He decided to go out with some buddies. He won’t hear anything that you say to me and I won’t tell him, I promise.”

“You’re his cousin,” I observed. “Why should I trust you?”

He looked thoughtful for a moment. “I had an older sister named Hillary. She was pretty, popular and smart. She went to college on a full academic scholarship and was the captain of the cheerleading squad and her boyfriend, Chevy, was the star football quarterback. I remember she came home from college and she was totally different. She’d changed from a bubbly person to this guarded invert. I questioned her about it, but she just pushed me away, so I let the whole thing go.” more tears filled his eyes. “A couple weeks later we got a call that from her roommate that she’d found Hillary in her room beaten, raped and strangled to death. She said that Hillary had tried to leave Chevy and obviously he’d gone mad.”

Tears poured down my own cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”

He nodded. “After that, my parents started Safe Haven. It’s a place for girls like Hillary to go and get help. It was a way for all of us to heal the pain and I personally vowed I’d never let a guy hurt another girl, ever.” he looked me in the eyes. “Please, let me help you.”

His gentle words and the story of his sister combined caused me to break down into sobs. Between hiccups and dry heaves I told Adam everything. I told him how Seth hit me and raped me.

“And now,” I gasped for breath. “He’s going to force me into an abortion.”

“No, he’s not.” he shook his head. “He’s not going to force you to do anything ever again, I promise.”



I gulped hard as the realization of what the pink plus sign before me meant. Caitlin was pregnant and Seth had raped her. I had no doubt in my mind that he’d forced himself on her. Caitlin had made a vow when she was thirteen that she wouldn’t have sex until she was married and she was determined to keep that promise.

I slammed my fist down on the sink in anger.

I stormed out of the bathroom and through the cabin. Every single sign of abuse stood out to me causing my rage to increase.

I was just about leave the cabin when my eyes landed on an orange sheet of paper that sat on the counter.

I grabbed it and my eyes quickly scanned the sloppy handwriting.

I stuffed it into my pocket and exited the cabin.

Holly and Kayla were hugging each other and they turned at the sound of my arrival.

“It’s horrible, isn’t it?” Kayla asked.

I clenched my jaw, but I didn’t reply. I was too angry.

“Let’s go,” I said simply.


I’d dropped Holly and Kayla off at Kayla’s house and they had agreed to tell her parents about the cabin and call the police. I, on the other hand, refused to wait around on the cops. They hadn’t done a thing to help up to this point and I didn’t have time for them to do nothing now.

I punched the scribbled address into my Range Rover’s GPS system and I began to follow the instructions.

I drove for about 45 minutes going further and further into Southern Canada until the low gas signal began to flash.

I continued driving until I found a gas station on the side of the road.

I pulled up to one of the pumps and climbed out.

I began to put gas in my car when I heard the unmistakable sound of a camera.

I turned to see a guy dressed in green sitting inside of a bush.

I rolled my eyes, threw my hoodie over my head and tried to focus on filling my gas tank, but after awhile the snaps got louder and closer. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by paparazzi.

“Justin! It’s been awhile, did the pressures of being a pop-star become to much for you?”

“Justin! Over here smile for the camera!”

“Hey Bieber, how does it feel to have stars like Cody Simpson and Greyson Chance steal your fans?”

I began to feel claustrophobic as they closed in on me tighter.

“Look guys, I need you to back up, okay?” It was no use they completely blocked me in on the left side, I couldn’t even get into my vehicle.

I felt my hear pound faster as they began to close in on me. I followed my first instinct. I timed it just right and I began to sprint towards a back alley I’d seen.

I ran and ran through the labyrinth losing every single one of the annoying paps, but I didn’t have a clue where I was.

I leaned against the brick wall breathlessly as I tried to regain my bearings.

The sound of people arguing caught my ear.

“Look, you owe me, man.” screamed a husky voice. “I got rid of your girlfriend’s car AND I was able to arrange for you to leave the country. You told me you’d give me the freakin’ money, now pay up!”

“I don’t remember saying any such thing and you’d better lower your damn voice before my boys and I bash your face in.” came another male voice that was followed by snickers.

I strained my ears as I tried to identify the second voice. I knew it, I was positive that I did, but I couldn’t put my finger on who it belonged to.

“You OWE ME!” the first guy screamed again. “You promised. You know you did! If you don’t give me my money, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” 

“I’ll tell the police what you did to that girl.”

“No, you won’t.”

“Yes, I will.” the 1st guy said defiantly.

“NO, YOU WON’T!” I heard the sound of a gun-shot go off and I felt my heart pound in my chest.

I quickly turned to run away, only to run into a metal garbage can and make a lot of noise.

I began to run, only to feel myself snatched back and in the arms of two muscular guys who reeked of alcohol.

“Who’s our little eavesdropper?” one asked pulling back my hoodie.

I looked up to see none other than the pervert himself, Seth McIntosh.

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13. Chapter Thirteen by Cassie Chassey
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“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Biebs.” Seth said in a mocking sing-song voice. “What are you doing around here? Shouldn’t you be somewhere singing ‘Baby, baby, baby, oooh’ to be a bunch of screaming six year olds?” he smirked.

“Where is she?” I growled as I angrily shrugged out of the two guys’ grip. “Where did you put her?”

“What on earth are you talking about, Bieber?” he asked in an aloof manner. “You’re babbling on like a fool.” He and his thuggish friends let out a guttural chuckle.

Seth took a gulp out of the beer bottle he held in his hand like a trophy. He turned his back and began to walk away, but I ran after him and spun him around so that he was facing me.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” My jaw clenched harder with every word I spoke. “I know that you hurt her and I swear, if she’s not breathing right now, I’ll—”

Seth’s blue eyes turned into a menacing glare as all of the blood in his face disappeared. He started to swagger away again.

“If I were you, I’d watch my tongue,” He slurred his words, but the threatening tone was still excessively evident. He was the epitome of insolence, and it only made my blood boil hotter.

“Or what?” I challenged. I was unaffected by his arrogant rudeness and threats.

“Or, you’ll be like him,” Seth jerked his thumb towards the motionless body that had threatened to go to the authorities only moments before. The red stain on his left breast sent a cold shiver down my spine. I’d known that he had to be evil. All of the signs up to this point had directed me to believe that he was an infidel, but here and now my worst fears were proved. The raunchy person who stood next to me was a heartless heathen. Terrible scenes of what Caitlin must have endured flashed through my mind like an Hi-Def movie.

He cackled at my horrified expression and I glared at him.

“Just tell me where she is,” I’d intended for my voice to come across cold and emotionless, but instead it sounded like a whispered plea.

“I told you, I don’t know what you’re talking abo—” All of the pent up anger I’d been harboring over the last several days took control and I slammed him against the brick wall behind us.

“Don’t you lie to me, damnit. I know that you’ve kidnapped her and forced her out here to the middle of nowhere. I saw the cabin, I saw the pregnancy test. I know. Don’t you dare lie to me, you son of a bitch.” I spat at him before colliding my fist with his jaw and causing him to stumble.

Within seconds, Seth had regained his bearings and he returned the blow—twice as hard.

Before I could realize what was happening, a full blown fight had broken out.

I was throwing punches and kicking whatever got in my way, whenever I felt like it.

I felt a hard blow against the back of my head. Right before I hit the pavement, I heard the sound of a shattering beer bottle.

I held the lump that was forming on the back of my head as I opened and closed my eyes in an effort to cause my blurry vision to disappear.

I felt a hard blow to my right side, followed by another on my left and I soon realized that Seth’s posse had joined into the fight.

I groaned as I rolled to my side and tried to push myself off the ground. The adrenaline rush my anger had induced seemed to be subsiding and I was fully aware of every blow that I received.

Taking a deep breath, I mustered every ounce of strength I had left and stood up. I tried hard to defend myself, but it was no use. Three against one is considered unfair in the eyes of anyone.

I lay on the ground in bitter defeat, wincing at every kick and punch that was inflicted upon me.

In a moment of mere dispair, Kayla’s words echoed in my ear:  

‘I fell on my knees and prayed really hard and God made me see that it was out of my control, I had to trust in Him and that’s what you need to do too, Justin, throw your burdens on God.’

“Dear God,” I prayed. “Give me strength.”

Just as the words rolled off my lips, I felt a hard kick against my head and I instantly felt my body begin to teeter between being alert and completely unconscious.

My eyes landed on a silver pole and I suddenly had an idea.



I pulled the soft comforter around my fragile body and allowed myself to sink into the plush bed. 

Adam had driven me to Safe Haven. The overseer of the home was an extremely nice lady named Nancy. She’d instantly taken me under her wing and made sure that I was comfortable.

I’d taken a long warm bath and dressed in the silky pajamas that Nancy had given me. My shoulder and leg had been properly bandaged. For the first time in a long time, I’d felt secure. It was almost too good to be true.

I heard a knock on the door and I felt my heart skip a beat. 

What if it was Seth? What if he’d come after me?

I swallowed hard as I slid a little deeper under the covers.

The knock sounded again.

“Come in,” I answered my voice was barely above a whisper.

The door opened to reveal Adam.

“Are you okay?” he asked. His concern was visible as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I thought you were Seth,” I admitted as a tear slid down my face. “He’s going to find out somehow, I can feel it.”

Adam gently brushed my tears away. “Even if he does, it doesn’t matter now. I won’t let anything happen to you.” he said passionately. “Seth was a fool to ever even think of laying a hand on you. Any guy whose ever brought you any heartbreak is a fool. You’re beautiful, Caitlin and you deserve the best don’t ever let anyone tell you other wise.”

I looked away as I blushed.

Adam turned me so that I was facing him and I felt myself tense at his touch. He obviously noticed because I saw a slightly hurt expression cross his face.

“It’s an instinct, I’m sor—”

“No, don’t apologize.” Adam said softly. “It’s not your fault.”

“It’s just, I just, I don’t know...” I looked down at my hands.

“It’s going to take time, I understand.” he said.

“You do?” I questioned.

He nodded. “Yes.” he smiled slightly. “Would you like to call your parents?” he asked.

“Yes please.” I nodded.

Adam pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and handed it to me. “I’ll give you some privacy.” he said as he stood to leave. “If you need anything, just yell.”

“Thank you.” I smiled.

I took a deep breath as I picked up the phone and began to punch in the number.


“Caitlin!” exclaimed Christian as he rushed towards me.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?” My Mom asked as tears filled her eyes.

“What happened?” My father questioned. “Why does the sign out front say that this is a place for abuse victims?”

I swallowed hard. “It’s good to see you all.” I forced a smile in an effort to dodge their questions.

“I thought you were supposed to be on vacation with Seth.” Mom said as her eyebrows drew together. “Where is he?”

“You lied when you left that message, didn’t you? I told you she was lying!” Chris shrieked as he turned to our parents.

“Did that boy hurt you?” My father’s jaw clenched.

I swallowed hard as tears filled my eyes. I nodded slowly. 

My mother let out a horrified wail as she flung her arms around me and hugged me. “Oh my baby,” she sobbed.

“I’m going to kill him,” Dad barked as he paced the room.

“No, Will!” My mother sobbed.. “That’s not going to do any good.”

“What do you expect me to do Sandi?” he questioned. “Just let him get away with hurting my little girl?”

“No,” she shook her head. “Maybe we can talk to that lady out front. They deal with this kind of thing. They should know.” She looked at me sympathetically and more tears filled her eyes.

A pained expression covered my father’s face as he nodded. “You’re right,” he sighed.

My mother gave me another warm hug and my father kissed me on the forehead before they clung to each other and exited the room. It broke my heart to see my parents like this. I leaned back against the pillow feeling as if a knife had been stabbed in my heart.

I heard the sound of a rustle and I turned to see Chris staring out the window. I’d almost forgotten he was even here.

He turned to look at me and I immediately noticed the tear stains on his cheeks.

“What all did he do to you?” he asked hoarsely.

“You don’t want to know,” I shook my head.

“Yes, I do.” he insisted. “Tell me everything.”

I took a deep breath before relating the horrid story—minus a few details of course. He was my little brother as much as he wanted to help me carry my burden, I was still the oldest. It was my job to protect him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he questioned as heartbreak plastered his face.

I shrugged.

“I’m not a little kid anymore, Caitlin.” he said. “And you should stop treating me like one. I would’ve bashed his face in if you’d only told me. There was no way I would’ve let him hurt you and force you to—to become pregnant with his child.” he choked on the last few words.

“I don’t know why I didn’t tell you, I just, I didn’t know how.” I sobbed.

“Come here,”

Christian held me in his arms and I just cried.

You’d think that now that my family knew I’d feel like a burden had been lifted, but instead it felt like an even heavier one had replaced it. I now had to deal with the aftermath of the abuse.


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14. Chapter Fourteen by Cassie Chassey
Author's Notes:




I felt the harshness of yet another of Seth’s blows to my side. I swallowed hard as I mustered my last bit of strength to drag myself towards the shiny silver pole.

My plan was to grab it and whack Seth in the head with it until he died, but apparently the plan was better off in my head than in reality; because Seth grabbed the pole before I could even reach it.

“Nice try, Biebs.” he snickered before hitting me on the side of the head with it.

I literally saw stars before I blacked out.



I sat inside of the hard chair in the empty, plain room of the police station. I squirmed slightly as I felt my heart pound in my chest.

I was terrified. 

I felt a warm hand placed on top of mine. My eyes landed on the tan hand and made their way up the muscular arm and toned chest until they reached the warm eyes that rested softly on me.

“Are you sure he won’t find out?” I whispered worriedly.

“I’m positive,” he replied as he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

I sucked in a deep breath, “Adam, I don’t know if I can do this.” Several tears filled my eyes as I spoke.

“I’ll be right here,” he assured me as he gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m not going anywhere.” He gently brushed away a tear that had slid down my cheek.

I swallowed hard as the footsteps of an officer sounded.

He was a tall bulky man with coffee stains on his shirt and a hardened, almost scalded expression on his aged visage.

“I’m Officer Granger. And you’re Miss Beadles, I presume?” came his gruff voice.

I nodded meekly as I sank into my chair.

He scribbled a few notes in his folder. “And you’re here to make a statement regarding an alleged assault that Seth McIntosh supposedly made against you?”

I nodded again as I felt my throat become dry. 

Adam rubbed my back softly.

“Who are you?” the officer asked Adam in a skeptical tone.

“Adam McIntosh. I’m here as a—” he paused for a moment as he glanced at me sweetly. “friend and support for Caitlin.”

“I’m not sure that you can—”

“The lady at the desk said that it would be alright as long as I don’t interfere.”

“I suppose it’s alright then, you’d just better not interfere.” Granger grunted as he sat down with a ‘plop’.

“Just so you know this session is going to be recorded and may be used in the court of law, you understand that, right?” he asked as he sat a recorder on the table.

Once again, I helplessly nodded.

“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing, but the truth so help you God?” he asked.

I began to nod my head, but he stopped me.

“You’re s’posed to say ‘I do’.” 

“I do.” I said.

“Alright,” he sighed. “Let’s get this ball rolling.”

“So, you claim that Mr. Seth McIntosh supposedly physically abused, sexually assaulted, and abducted you, correct?”

“Yes.” I answered quietly.

“Can you elaborate on what you mean when you say he physically abused you?” 

“Well, um he hit me.” I bit my lip.

“Elaborate.” he repeated.

“Um, uh, well he’d kick me, slap me, yank my hair, shove me.” I answered as tears filled my eyes again.

“Can you give me an example of when that happened? Like the last time perhaps?”

“I—I don’t really remember what happened the last time.” 

“What do you mean?” he asked skeptically.

“Well, when I came-to I couldn’t remember what had happened. I don’t know if I hit my head or what, but I can’t remember.”

“Uh-huh.” the officer scribbled in his folder again.

“What about the first time? Do you remember THAT?” he asked.

“Yes.” I nodded. “It was after school. Seth had seen me talking to my lab partner and he started questioning me about him. I told Seth that it was no big deal and that he was just a friend, but he didn’t believe me. He got mad and started shaking me. He was going on and on about how I was lying. When I told him that I wasn’t....” I tried hard to keep my composure as I started again. “He slammed me against the brick wall.”

“Were there bruises?”

I nodded.

“Okay. What about the sexual assault?” he questioned.

“Wh–what do you want to know?” I stuttered. Out of everything that I had to tell, Seth raping me was by far the hardest.

“Just like the physical abuse; I need an example.”

I gulped. “He, uh, he would grab me and just he, he would force himself on me.” Tears streamed down my face as I stuttered the words.

“Miss Beadles, I’m going to need you to give me more details than that.” Officer Granger huffed.

“What more can she tell you?” Adam shot back. “She told you he forced himself on her, we all know what that means! What do you need? A play-by-play?”

“Mr. McIntosh, I will not have you interrupting my job, do you understand?” he asked.

Adam glared at the old man. “I’m not interrupting. I just want to know why you’re intent on torturing the poor girl. She had to live through the experience and now you’re forcing her to narrate it to you, how is that helping anyone?”

“We have to have her statement for court, it’s as simple as that.”

“I–It’s okay, Adam.” I said weakly.

“You sure?” he asked as he looked me in the eyes. “You don’t have to do this until you’re ready, you know that right?”

I bit my lip. I’d gotten so used to just giving into Seth, that I’d started to forget how to do what I wanted to do.

“Look,” Officer Granger snapped. “I don’t have all day.”

“Well you should,” Adam scowled at him.

The officer rolled his eyes. “You know what, maybe I’m not the right officer for this. Why don’t you guys come back and tell your ‘story’ later.” He made bunny ears with his fingers as he said story. Almost as if he didn’t believe me.

I watched as he walked away and I dropped my face in my hands as I began to sob.

“They won’t believe me, this is pointless!”

“No, no, that’s not true,” Adam said as he pulled me into his chest for a hug. “That guy is just a jerk.” he tried to soothe me my rubbing my back again gently. 

“I just want to leave,” I sniffed.

“Alright, let’s go.” 


I sat in the passenger seat of Adam’s black 2000 Toyota Camry as he drove through the downtown area of the small town.

“Would you like an ICEE?” he asked me. “Believe it or not, they have some really good Cherry and Blue Raspberry ones at the gas station on the outskirts of town.”

“That sounds good to me,” I smiled. “Thanks.”

I allowed myself to sink into the seat, allow a guy to treat me like a princess, and just relax. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done that.

“So,” Adam spoke. “You wanna play Interview?”

“Sure.” I shrugged. “What is it, though?”

“It’s a game my Sunday school teacher likes to play at the beginning of each school year. We take turns asking each other random questions so that we can learn more about each other.”

“Okay, cool.” I nodded.

“Do you want me to ask the question first or do you want to?” he asked.

“You can.” I said.

“What’s your favorite color?” he asked.

“Pink.” I grinned. “What’s yours?”


“Okay, um, what’s your favorite song?” I asked.

“Man in the Mirror by Michael Jackson. You?”

“Probably the original We Are the World.”

“You don’t like the new one?” he inquired. 

“No, I do, but the first one just had so many legends.”

“True, true.” he agreed. “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, it changes everyday, I can’t make up my mind.”

“I want to be a school counselor.”

I smiled. It would suit him. He had a kind, like-able personality and he certainly knew how to help people in need.

We continued to ask random questions until we reached the gas station.

Immediately a vacant black Range Rover caught my eye. I began to look around for who could possibly be the driver, but I didn’t see anyone.

“Adam,” I said. “Look. There’s no one in that car.”

“They’re probably inside.” Adam shrugged as he gestured to the building.

I nodded as I realized that his reasoning was logical.

“You wanna wait here?” he asked. “So you don’t have to worry about having to maneveur your crutches and everything, I can just grab the ICEEs for us.”

“That’s fine.” 

“Do you want Cherry or Blue Raspberry?”

“Cherry please.” I smiled.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” he said. “Lock the car.”

I nodded and did as I was told. I watched him enter the little shop, but my attention was quickly re-drawn to the Range Rover as I heard a crash.

I looked around, but I couldn’t find where the noise was coming from. I decided that it was really none of my business and I settled myself in my seat.

I reached over and turned on the CD player. Michael Jackson’s PYT filled the air and I began to bounce in my seat to the beat as I pulled out my cell phone and  began to play a game on one of the various apps, completely oblivious to the world around me.

I heard a knock on the driver’s door. I figured that Adam was back and he simply needed me to unlock the car, so I did— without looking up.

Immediately, the music stopped.

Startled, I looked up to see Seth’s cold eyes glaring at me.

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15. Chapter Fifteen by Cassie Chassey
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I groaned as I felt my body regain consciousness. I opened my eyes and realized I was in a pitch-black room.

I bolted straight up, but I immediately began to wince at the sharp pain that ripped through my body.

Suddenly, I remembered Seth hitting me in the head with the silver pole. 

“Where am I?” I thought aloud.

I listened carefully as I heard the sound of voices. I tried to focus on what they were saying, but it was indecipherable.

As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I began to look around my surroundings. I quickly realized that the room was practically empty except for the cot that I was sitting on and another cot across the room. There was also what appeared to be a small lamp next to the other cot.

Suddenly, the voices became closer.

“I can’t believe you really thought that you could get away from me.” cackled Seth’s gruff voice.

I heard the sound of a quiet whimper, but I couldn’t make out what it was.

“What have I told you about talking back to me?” he barked. I heard what sounded like someone being slapped. “You’re going to have to pay for that—” he began, but was interrupted by a voice calling his name.

I heard the squeak of the door opening and a little bit of light streamed in.

“I’ll deal with you later, bitch.” he spat as he shoved a small feminine figure into the room. “Maybe a little quality time with Mr. Pitiful over there will put you in a better mood.” He pushed her again with a force that caused her to fall to the ground. He chuckled as he slammed the door.

I gulped as I climbed off the cot and walked over to the small figure.

“Caitlin?” I whispered quietly. Half of me hoped it wasn’t her. I didn’t want to believe that Seth had her. The other half of me hoped that it was her, because that way I could watch out for her.

She slowly lifted her face and looked up at me with a shocked expression.

“Justin?” she gasped.

I nodded slowly as I felt tears fill my eyes. I tried hard to swallow them back. It wasn’t manly to cry.

“Oh, baby,” I pulled her close to me in a tight hug and she began to sob. It felt good to feel her warm body against mine as I held her in my arms. I never wanted to let her go. “What has he done to you?” 

She didn’t answer my question, “It’s really dark in here.” she said as she pulled away. She slowly fumbled through the room until she found the lamp I spotted earlier. 

She turned it on and a soft glow filled the room. It wasn’t strong enough for me to get a good look at her, but it was enough for me to quickly spot the black and blue bruises and the red handprint mark on the side of her face.

She bit her lip and tucked her hair behind her ear. She shivered slightly and I cautiously moved towards her again.

“Are you cold?” I asked as I pulled my jacket off and draped it over her shoulder.

“What about you?” she questioned shyly.

“I’m alright,” I lied. I was freezing. It felt like Antarctica, but I’d failed at taking care of her once and I wasn’t going to do it again.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. I noticed she had a terrible limp as she struggled to sit on the small cot. 

I shrugged as I sat next to her. “I don’t really know.”

“Don’t lie, Justin.” she said. “You’re here because of me, aren’t you?”

I nodded reluctantly. “I was so worried about you and seemed like no one was doing anything, so I just came after you.” I said.

Caitlin stared at me. “That was stupid.” she finally spoke. 

I lost my countenance and allowed a hurt expression to plaster my visage.

“I mean, I appreciate it, but Seth...” her voice trailed off for a moment. “He’s no one to play with. He always gets what he wants— even if you don’t want to give it.” Tears filled her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. “You shouldn’t have come after me, Justin. You can’t get away from Seth, trust me, I’ve tried.”

“That’s exactly why I did come after you, Caity.” I slid closer to her. “I let you go once—I let you get hurt once. I’m not going to do it again.” I reached out and gently stroked her cheek, but she turned away.

“Justin—” she stopped mid-sentence as she lifted her eyes back up to mine.

“Please,” I whispered as I gently lifted her chin. “Let me protect you. Let me lov—”

She shook her head slowly.

“Justin, I—” she paused. “You hurt me, Justin. I needed—wanted you to be there for me, but you weren’t.”

“I didn’t think you wanted me to be there.” I responded. “When I told you I was leaving, you didn’t shed a tear.”

“Of course not, at least not in front of you! I didn’t want to hold you back from your dreams.” she exclaimed. “But inside, I was dying. I was hoping for you to say that we could still work out a long-distance relationship, but instead you said the opposite.”

“I didn’t want to appear selfish.” I explained. “I was hoping that you’d beg me to stay or something, but you didn’t and I thought that you didn’t love me. I figured that I’d read to much into the relationship.”

She shook her head again. “No, Justin, no. I was head-over-heels for you and then—”

I didn’t wait for her to finish her sentence, instead I pulled her close to me and slowly began to lean towards her.

My heart pounded in anticipation of feeling the sparks I’d yearned for so long.

I heard the screech of the door opening. Instantly, Caitlin’s body tensed from fear as Seth moved towards us. He held a glass beer bottle in each hand. Involuntarily, I pulled her closer to me.

“What the hell is going on?” he growled.

Caitlin swallowed hard.

“I-I was cold, and uh, Justin was just warming me.” she stuttered as she spoke.

Seth glared at her for a moment. “Do you really expect for me to believe that?” he shrieked. “When are you going to learn not to lie to me, Cate? Hmm? We’ve been through this a million times, but you still don’t seem to catch on.”

“I’m not lyin—”

Seth threw the bottle on the floor in front of us and it shattered to a million pieces. 

“Look what you made me do!” he exclaimed. “You got me so damn worked up, I dropped my bottle. Pick it up.” he ordered.

Caitlin and I both stared at him without moving.

“I said, pick it up!” he screamed as he dropped the bottle in his right hand too.

I could feel Caitlin’s body shake in my arms as she began to bend down, but I held her steadfast. I wasn’t going to allow us to be ordered around. We didn’t have to do what he said.

“Let’s try this one more time.” Seth slurred his words slightly as he pulled out a pistol and held it in front of Caitlin’s face. “Pick. It. Up.”

Caitlin slowly slid on the floor and began to pick up the shards of glass.

I began to help her, but Seth stopped me.

“I didn’t tell you to do anything. Go over there.” he gestured to the cot on the other side of the room.

I hesitated, but Caitlin silently begged me to obey.

Once I’d reached the cot, I began to look around the room for a weapon of some sort, but of course, there wasn’t one.

“Hurry up, bitch. I don’t have all day.” Seth yelled as he raised his hand at Caitlin as if he was going to hit her.

“Don’t you dare hurt her.”

Seth pointed the gun towards me. “I’ll do whatever the hell I wanna do.” he said as he kicked her. “And that includes shooting you.”

Caitlin fell to the ground in pain.

“I’m serious.” I spoke through gritted teeth.

“And so am I.” he shot back as he bent down and grabbed Caitlin by the hair and slammed her against the wall. All the while, he still held the gun steadily aimed at me. “I’m in control here. Cate’s had to learn that the hard way, haven’t you, sweetheart?” he asked her. She bit her lip as tears rolled down her cheeks. “She has.” he answered for her. “Now, you can be like Cate and learn it the hard way or you can be a good boy and simply obey. Which one will it be?”

I wanted to charge towards him, but the pleading look in Caity’s eyes forced me to submit and sit down on the couch.

Seth turned to Caitlin with a wicked smile on his lips. “You’re right, he is smart.”

He placed a forceful kiss on her lips before shoving her on the couch.

“Now, we’re going to behave and keep our hands and lips to ourselves unless I tell you otherwise, correct?” he asked us both.

Caitlin nodded, but I just glared at him.

“Correct?” he repeated as he walked towards me and pressed the gun against my forehead.

“Correct.” I muttered.

“Good.” he smirked.

I watched as he marched out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

I wasn’t sure how, but I was going to kill Seth McIntosh and that was a fact.

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16. Chapter Sixteen by Cassie Chassey
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I laid on the lumpy, uncomfortable cot and tried to hold back the sobs that desperately wanted to accompany the hot tears that poured down my cheeks. I didn’t want Justin know that I was crying. He’d gone through enough torture already and I wasn’t even sure about my feelings towards him.

Of course, I was happy that he was here and the fact that he’d risked his life to come after me was even more heart warming, but our reunion wasn’t quite how I’d pictured it. I’d imagined that the minute I saw him, I’d want to thrust myself into his arms and stay there forever. Instead, the only thoughts running through my head was how much pain he’d caused me—even though he HAD apologized. I was just so confused!

I heard the faint sound of clinking metal and I turned to see Justin sliding out from under his cot.

“Ouch,” he said as he bumped his head.

I opened my mouth to ask him if he was okay, but instead, I involuntarily sniffed. I quickly tried to wipe away the tears that had forced their way down my face as he walked over to me.

“What’s the matter?” Justin asked as he held his head.

I placed my hand on top of his. “Are you okay?” I inquired instead of answering his question. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He said before gently brushing away my tears with his thumb. 

Justin pulled me into his arms and I melted into a fit of emotions and tears. “I’m scared.” I admitted.

“I’m going to get us out of here, Caity, I promise.” Justin kissed the top of my head. “I promise.” he repeated.

“How?” I whispered as I cuddled closer to him.

Justin shifted slightly as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a pocket-sized Swiss Army knife.

“Where did you get that?” I asked him.

“I had it in my pocket all along. I had forgotten until I tried to lay down on my side and I it in my pocket. It has a screwdriver,” he told me. “So, I’m going to use it to take apart the cot. I already looked and it should be an easy task.”

I felt my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. “How will disassembling your only place to sleep, help anything?”

“I’ll show you,” he said as he knelt down in front of my cot. “See?” he asked as he pointed to the structure. “First off, they’re metal, which makes it sturdy. Second, if you unscrew these, they have a ragged edge.” he ran his fingers across it. “Therefore, when I strike Seth with it, it’ll cause considerable damage. At least it’ll provide enough time for us to either get our hands on another weapon, or to make a run for it. When the time comes, I’ll tell you exactly what to do.”

“Smart,” I commented.

Justin beamed proudly, “I know.”

“The only thing is—”

“What?” Justin interrupted.

“How are you going to keep Seth from knowing what you’re doing?” I asked.

“Well, I’m just gonna have to take a chance on that one.”


Finally, after what felt like a decade, Justin had taken apart his cot and we’d heard the sound of Seth’s friends leaving.

My heart pounded in my chest as Justin explained the plan to me for probably the hundredth time.

“I can’t do this,” I said as I tried to slow down my rapid heartbeat.

“Look at me,” Justin said.

I slowly lifted my eyes to meet his milk-chocolate ones.

“You’re one of the strongest people I know, Caitlin. We’ve got this!” he said as he pulled me into a tight hug.

“We?” I repeated as a smile played on my lips. “I like the sound of that.”

“Me too,” he whispered as he stared straight into my eyes. A warm feeling encompassed me from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. Justin kissed me on the cheek. “Let’s do this.”

We both took a deep breath as I walked over to the locked door of the room and banged as loudly as I could.

“Cut that out!” Seth’s slurred voice shouted. 

I continued to make as much noise as possible while Justin held one of the metal bars firmly in his hand.

“Hey!” Seth screamed again. “Don’t make me come in there!”

I glanced at Justin and he gestured for me to continue knocking on the door.

Within seconds, I heard the uneven sound of Seth’s footsteps. He was obviously wasted. Usually, I would be scared, but the confident look on Justin’s face set me at ease.

The door swung open and just as we’d planned, Seth stood unarmed. Justin leaped into action and whacked Seth in the face with the metal bar. Seth was caught off guard and instantly fell to the ground. He tried to get up, but Justin hit him again and held the sharp end of the bar against Seth’s neck as he stepped on his hands. Seth stared up at him in shock.

“Where’s your gun?” Justin demanded.

Seth opened his mouth to protest, but Justin pressed the metal prongs against his neck so that they dug into his skin and droplets of blood landed on his chest.

“I can’t breathe,” Seth gasped as he tried to clutch his throat, but Justin dug his heels into Seth’s hands so that he couldn’t move.

“Good,” Justin growled. “Now tell me where the damn gun is, NOW!”

“K-k-kitchen. T-t-top cabinet on the right.” Seth stuttered. For once, I saw fear in his eyes. “You’re—you’re not gonna kill me—are you?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” Justin questioned.

“It’s—it’s not decent.” Seth choked.

“Decent? Decent?” Justin roared. “Do you think it’s decent to use women as sex toys and punching bags? Huh?”

“But she deserv—” Justin dug the prongs deeper into his flesh.

I turned away in horror.

“Shut up!” he told Seth. “The more you talk, the more you’re making me want to blow you to smithereens.” he spat. “Caitlin, go get the gun.” Justin ordered without taking his eyes off of Seth. “Make sure you don’t get your fingerprints on it.”

“Why—” I began. Justin’s harsh tone and actions were scaring me.

“Just do it, Caitlin.” he said. His voice softened slightly, but his firmness remained.

I wandered through the nice, upper middle-class home until I found the state-of-the-art kitchen. I found the pistol exactly where Seth had said it would be.

I found a towel and used it as a glove as I picked up the lethal weapon.

My whole body shook as I carried it to Justin.

He grabbed it from me and was certain that his fingers never touched the metal.

He pointed the pistol at Seth who was now shaking.

“Where did you put our phones?” Justin questioned.

“L-l-living room. On the coffee table.”

“Caitlin,” Justin turned to me. “I want you to go get your phone and go outside. Close the door behind you and call for help, okay?”

Justin’s words were gentle, but something in his eyes sent a cold chill down my spine.

“Justin—” I spoke, but he cut me off.

“It’s going to be okay, Caity.” he said. “Just do as I say.”

I hesitated for a moment, but I finally began to limp away.

I looked over my shoulder to see Justin watching me.

I bit my lip. “Please don’t do anything you’ll regret later.” I whispered.

Justin nodded, but I wasn’t sure if he’d caught the meaning of my words or not.

As much as I wanted Seth to die, I didn’t want Justin to have to spend the rest of his life knowing he’d taken another man’s life.

I found my phone lying in plain sight on the coffee table and I grabbed it.

I hobbled out the front door and I allowed it to slam behind me.

I turned on my phone and found Adam’s number listed first. I pressed the dial button and began to listen to the sound of ringing.

“Hello?” Adam answered. “Caitlin? Is that you?”

I was about to answer just as a loud gun-shot sounded.

End Notes:


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17. Chapter Seventeen by Cassie Chassey
Author's Notes:

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As I stood frozen in place, I felt like I was watching a movie or witnessing the events of someone else’s life, right before my eyes. It was all too hectic, too crazy to be happening to me.

The howl of the squad cars’ sirens and the pandemonium of the paramedics, officers, and detectives’ voices created a deafening hubbub. 

My eyes scanned the scene, but they never found what they were searching for.


I spun around hopefully and my eyes locked with brown eyes, but they weren’t the chocolate ones that I wanted to see. 

Adam rushed towards me. “Caitlin,” he repeated. “Oh, thank God you’re alright! You can’t imagine how glad I was to hear your voice. I was so scared. I came out of the gas station and you were just gone.” he held me close, but I pulled away.

“Where’s—” I was interrupted by a female police officer.

“Caitlin?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Come with me,” she smiled as she flashed her badge. “I’m Officer Meredith Sanchez. You can call me Meri.”

“Meri, do you know where—”

“Now, don’t worry about that, Sweetheart.” she said. “He’s never going to hurt you again.”


“Come with me.” she repeated as she nudged me into a wheelchair and began to cart me towards a large swarm of people.

I looked over my shoulder, but Adam had disappeared.

I was soon ushered into the crowd and then, swept into the back of the ambulance.

The paramedics all talked at once, rattling off random medical lingo as they inspected the bruises and cuts on my face.

Suddenly, I was being instructed to buckle up in one of the padded benches.

“Excuse me,” I told a tall dark-skinned guy who smelled of peppermint and looked like a young Usher. “Where’s Justin?” 

“Pardon?” he asked as he knelt down so that he could clearly hear what I was saying, but by that time, some of the personnel had cleared the yard and I could clearly see the front door of the large, brick, upper middle class home we’d been locked away in.

Justin was being led out of the house by two officers who had him in handcuffs.

I felt my heart shatter in a million pieces.

“Justin!” I screamed as I stood up off the bench and ran over to the back of the truck. “JUSTIN!”

He obviously couldn’t hear me over all of the commotion because he didn’t even look my way as the officers had him to duck into a squad car.

Tears poured down my cheeks. “Justin,” I whimpered.

“Miss Beadles, we’re going to have to ask you to sit down.” the handsome Usher-look-a-like said. I caught a glimpse of his name-tag and I realized his name was Marvin.

“Marvin?” I spoke.

He nodded. 

“Am I going to see him again?” 

“Who? The guy who hurt you?” he asked. “No. He’s never going to bother you again.”

“No, I—”

The driver barked out some instructions that interrupted me.

“Miss Beadles, you’re going to have to sit down now, okay?” he said. “We’re going to take you to the hospital.”

I turned to look for Justin again, but just like Adam, he was gone.

As I sat down, I felt very alone in the world.

I was happy that Justin was alive, but, still, all the life had been drained out of me. Justin was on his way to jail. Why? Because he’d protected me. He’d tried to defend ME. Seth was either dead or on his way to jail, too. Why? Because I didn’t know how to break off the relationship before it ever got this bad. It was all MY fault. All of this was happening because of ME. 

I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. Instead, I just stared into space mindlessly.

The chaotic noises increased when the driver turned on his sire and flashing flights and began to speed away from the scene.

Everything seemed to be a blur.

We arrived at the hospital and I went through several different procedures. The entire medical staff was friendly and sympathetic. They tried their best to comfort me and explain what was going on. I gave my consent when necessary, but for the most part, I ignored them.

I was tired. Tired of hurting. Tired of trying. Tired of running. Tired of crying. Tired of explaining. I was tired of living.

After the battery of tests were completed. I sat alone inside of a completely white room.

It didn’t look like your typical hospital room, because there were no machines or beeping noises. It was just super clean, and super plain.

I heard a knock and I looked up to see the same female officer whom, I’d met earlier and a tall, lady doctor who’d worked with me, also.

“Caitlin?” the officer asked. “I’m Meri. We met earlier, remember?”

I nodded as I chewed on my bottom lip.

“This is Dr. Cole, she examined you.”

I nodded.

“We’d like to talk with you, if that’s alright.”

I shrugged. “Sure.”

“As you know, we ran several tests,” Dr. Cole began. “We were able to gather lots of data and evidence, but we need you to tell us what you want us to do with this information.”

I nodded again.

“Your parents are right outside.” Meri said. “Would you like for them to join you, or would you rather speak with us alone?”

“Send in my mom, please.” I squeaked. I didn’t want to talk about all of this in front of my brother and father.

“Certainly,” they nodded.

I smiled softly and gave a small wave as my mother entered the room, “Hi.”

Her bottom lip trembled and tears filled her eyes, but she forced a smile as she sat down on the bed next to me. She gave me a huge hug.

“Two of the first tests we run on rape victims, is first for STDs and secondly, for pregnancy.” Dr. Cole informed us.

I felt my mother tense at the word ‘pregnancy’ and I felt sick. 

My parents were laid back and supportive, but they’d always been a stickler for education. Christian and I had known from the time we were three-years-old, that college or some form of secondary education wasn’t an option. We HAD to graduate from high-school and we HAD to get some kind of degree. I wasn’t exactly sure how a baby was going to fit into those plans.

“Fortunately, the first test came back negative.” the doctor smiled.

“Thank God,” I breathed.

“What about the second?” Mom asked in a quivering voice. “Is she pregnant?”

“Yes,” the doctor and I answered in unison.

My mom looked surprised, “You knew?” she asked me.

“I took a test,” I bit my lip again. “I—I, wanna keep it.”

More tears filled my mother’s eyes. “What about your education?” she questioned.

“I don’t know, I’ll work something out. You and dad will help me, right?”

“There are certainly several options.” Dr. Cole told us. “Here,” she handed me a pamphlet. “There’s information about all kinds of different possibilities. You’re still early in your pregnancy, so, you have time to decide, okay?”

We both nodded.

She smiled softly. “I wish you and your family the best of luck. God bless you.”


She nodded before slowly and quietly exiting the room.

“Also, earlier, you informed us that you would like to press charges against Seth McIntosh, correct?” Meri asked.

“Yes,” I agreed, but then I noticed what she’d said. “He’s alive?”

“Yes.” she answered. She had no idea how much those words meant to me. “Alright, we’re going to need to get your statement.”

I told her everything I could remember while she recorded it and took notes. It was hard and I broke down into sobs several times, but I did it.

“Okay,” Meri nodded once we’d finished. “I’ll submit this to the department and we’ll work out a lawyer and everything for court. Any questions?”

My mother shook her head, but I spoke.

“What happened to Justin?” I inquired. “I saw him being placed into the squad car. If Seth’s alive, why did they arrest him?”

“He’s arrested under the charge of simple battery,” she explained.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It’s basically saying that he unlawfully used force against another person, with the intentions of harming them.”

“But he was defending me!” I exclaimed.

Meri scribbled down a few notes, “As I said, we’ll take a look at all of this for the court case.”

“But what happens until then?” I asked. “Does he stay in jail?”

“I’m really not certain,” she admitted. “However, considering what he’s charged with, he’ll probably be allowed out on bail, does that answer your question?”

“Yes, thanks.”


(That night)

I lay inside of my bedroom and stared at the walls as the sound of my parents’ voices traveled up the stairs.

“What about adoption?” My dad asked.

“She already said she wants to keep it,” my mother spoke. “If she carries it for nine months, she’s certainly not going to want to give it up.”

“What are you saying? Do you think she should abort it?”

“I don’t know,” she sounded exasperated. “I just feel like Seth’s ruined her enough already. She says she’s fine, but she has inner scars that will probably never heal. She’s been traumatized and I don’t see why she should give up her education too.”

“I’m surprised she wants to keep it. You’d think that she’d want an abortion, so she won’t have those memories of its father.”

I heard the sound of a bang against my window and I slowly climbed out of bed.

Cautiously, I pulled back my curtains to see Justin sitting there.

I flung open the window.

“You’re alright!” I exclaimed as he climbed through and I threw my arms around him.

“I’m fine,” he chuckled. “Shush,” he placed a finger up to his mouth as he stretched out on my bed. “Our parents don’t know I’m here.”

“SHE’S SIXTEEN, WILL!” my mother shouted. “SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT SHE WANTS, SHE’S A KID! I’m not going to let that THING, ruin her life. I’m NOT gonna do it!”

Justin looked at me, “They know?” he asked.

I nodded. “They’ve been going on about it all night. ‘It.’ That’s all they called my baby. It and thing.” I sighed. “I have a life growing inside of me. A little mini-human not an, ‘it’.”

“I’m sure they just want what’s best for you, Caity.” Justin said, as he placed his hands on his stomach. “A kid’s a huge responsibility.” 

I played with his fingers. “Yeah, I guess you’re right, but it’s not the baby’s fault that his or her dad’s a jerk.”

“True,” Justin yawned before closing his eyes.

Suddenly, I realized I hadn’t told him that I was pregnant. “Justin?”


“How did you know?”

He opened his eyes. “When I went looking for you at the cabin, I saw the test.” he told me.

“Are you mad?” I asked.

“About Seth? Of course I’m mad. I’m damn pissed.” his jaw clenched.

“No, I meant the baby.” 

He shook his head, “No. Like you said, it’s not your fault or the baby’s fault. It’s Seth’s. That’s why I don’t care if they decide to lock me up for 10 years, I’m glad I shot him.”

I stared out the window, “You shot him?”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I didn’t seriously hurt him though, I just shot him in the arm.”


“Because, I wanted him to feel a hundredth of the pain he’d inflicted on you, but mostly, I wanted to scare him. I wanted him to know that he can’t just run around hurting people and not have any consequences. Whether he gets it here on earth or not, when he meets God he’s going to have to pay for all of his crap and I wanted him to know that.” 

“I don’t think you should have shot him at all, but I’m so glad you didn’t kill him.” I told him.

“I wanted too, I swear, I wanted too, but God just told me that, no man has the right to take another’s life. No matter what he did. You should always choose to love instead of hate.”

“I agree.” I smiled. “Love surpasses all understanding.”

End Notes:

Aww :) 

So, 1st is coming to an end...BUT I'll be posting 2nd Chances!!

God Bless,


I hold you in my heart. Phil. 1:7


18. Chapter Eighteen by Cassie Chassey
Author's Notes:

:) I love you all so much :)





“I just don’t understand why you’re so determined to keep this baby. Why would you want to have a constant reminder of Seth?” Mom questioned in a loud voice.

“It’s not about Seth! This baby is a part of me too.”

“Only because he took advantage of you! This isn’t a situation where you gave your consent and ended up pregnant, Caitlin.” Dad added.

“I know that.”

“Look, Caitlin, your father and I have always wanted you to get a good education.” My mom shot back.

“What about what I want?” I asked. “Huh?”

“You’re too young to rationalize all of this.” Dad stated.

“No, I’m not!” I shook my head. “I just don’t want to give my baby up for adoption. I can take care of him or her, I can provide a loving environment, if you just support me!”

“As long as you’re under our roof, you’re going to do what we see fit and that is not kicking your goals to the curb because of a mistake!” Mom shouted.

I felt tears burn the rim of my eyelids as I turned on my heels and stormed up the stairs.

“Caitlin Victoria Beadles, come back here right now! We’re not done discussing this.” My father’s voice sounded, but I ignored them as hot tears poured down my cheeks.

I flopped on my bed and sobbed as the sound of my parents now yelling at each other filled the atmosphere. Nothing was going right.

I didn’t need this. I needed the love and support of my parents, I needed them to allow me to live my life, my way—like they usually did. Now wasn’t the time for them to pin their will on me and control my life. That had been the problem all along—Seth had forced me into doing what he wanted, not what I wanted.

I heard the sound of my phone ringing and I grabbed it off my night stand. I saw Justin’s picture and I answered.

“Hello,” I sniffed.

“Are you okay?” Justin asked.

The concerned tone of his voice caused me to break down into sobs.

“Where are you?” I questioned.

“At my grandparents’.” he answered. “What’s the matter?”

“I just, I need to get out of here. Can I come over?”

“Of course,” Justin said. “I’ll see you in a few minutes?”

“Yeah, bye.”


I hung up the phone and grabbed my emergency duffel bag. Mom always had the whole family to keep a bag packed just in case. I slid my arms into my jacket and stuffed my cell into my purse.

I opened my bedroom window, slid out and closed it back quietly. Carefully, I climbed onto the large tree branch that hung like a bridge to my window.

Expertly, I made my way down and onto the ground. I readjusted my bag and began trekking towards Justin’s grandparents’ house. They lived about three minutes away by foot, and I’d walked to his house many times growing up.

I felt my phone buzz and I looked to see that I’d received a text from an unknown number.

Peek-a-boo, I’d b scared if I were u, just mite end up in I-C-U

A cold chill ran down my spine and I could’ve sworn I heard the sound of footsteps, but I looked everywhere and didn’t see anything. I picked up my pace to a jog. Over the last few days, I’d received several similar texts and they were starting to scare me.

I found Justin waiting for me on the porch.

“Hey,” I smiled slightly.

Justin didn’t say anything he just pulled me into a tight hug before leading me into the house.

I looked around for his family.

“Everyone’s out,” he explained as he grabbed my bag from me.

I nodded as Justin pulled me up the stairs and into his bedroom. He closed the door behind us and plopped on his bed.

He patted the spot next to him and I sat down.

We sat in silence for a moment, and I took in the environment.

Justin’s room looked the same way it had when we were kids, everything seemed to be in the exact same place, like time had frozen here. I felt a sad sense of nostalgia wash over me, our days of child’s play and complete safety seemed so far away.

“My parents are giving the baby up for adoption.” I told him as tears filled my eyes. 

“You don’t want to?” he asked.

I shook my head, “No, but I don’t know if I have a choice. Unless they change their minds, I can’t do it alone.” I admitted. “They keep talking about my education and saving my childhood but I don’t think I’ll ever get that back. I’ve seen too much.”

“I know, I feel the same way,” he sighed. “My innocence is gone—and you’ve seen more than I have; things that some people never deal with. And then, on top of that, you’re pregnant. I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”

“I feel like I’ve aged at least twenty years, but my parents just don’t understand that. It’s like, for years they’ve played this laid back role and now all of a sudden there being super authoritative.”

“I think they’re scared.” Justin said.

“Scared? Of what?”

“Try and put yourself in their shoes. Wouldn’t you feel horrible if you found out that your daughter was having to deal with constant abuse, and you never suspected a thing? Wouldn’t that make you more protective?” he asked. 


“Even when I found out, I felt like I should’ve noticed something. I felt so helpless and angry with myself.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“I still felt like it was,” Justin gently tucked the loose strands of hair that hung in my face behind my ear.

I sighed, “I understand all of that, but they’re making it about Seth. It’s like they want me to get rid of the baby because of what he did, but I just think it’ll be too hard for me to go through with an adoption.” I bit my lip. “I just want someone to be on my side.”

“I’m on your side,” Justin whispered. 

I looked up and realized that we’d slowly inched closer together. I rested my head on his shoulder as he pulled me close.

“Why don’t we go for a walk?” he suggested.

“Okay,” I nodded as I put back on my jacket.

Justin did the same and we were off.

We walked side by side awkwardly for a moment, before Justin carefully reached over and entwined his fingers with mine.

I smiled at him and he smiled back.

As we wandered the walking path we laughed and talked about old times. Once, we reached the humongous fast flowing river, we sat down on a bench on the bridge and admired it.

The waters rushed by and created the same sounds of the ocean. It was so beautiful in the moonlight.

I felt my phone buzz, indicating that I’d received another text from an unknown number.

1, 2, what should i do? 3, 4, hurt u more. 5,6, pick up stix. 7,8, make you ache. 9, 10 do it again!

I gulped as I stared at it.

“What’s wrong?” Justin asked.

I handed him the phone with shaky hands.

Justin’s eyes grew wide as he read it.

“Who sent you this?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged.

“Have you gotten any other messages like this?”

I bit my lip.

“Caity,” Justin said. “You need to tell the police about this.”

“I’m sure it’s just some crazy prank.”

“These don’t sound like pranks to me, I mean did you read this? ‘Bubble gum, bubble gum, in a dish, how many bruises do you wish?’ That’s a threat, babe.”

My phone began to ring, which caused us both to jump. Justin glanced at me and I gestured for him to answer.

“Hello?” he paused for a moment before the phone slid out of his hand. He stared at me with wide eyes.

“What?” I asked.

“Seth escaped.”

“What?” I repeated.

Suddenly, we heard the sound of rustling leaves and we turned to see a figure dressed in black coming out of the shadows.

I instantly slid closer to Justin.

“Well, well, well, if this isn’t a Hallmark card moment. All cuddled up on a bench by the river in the moonlight. I have to give it to you Bieber, you’re a romantic one.” I felt my whole body shake at the sound of the venomous voice, I’d sworn I’d never here again.

Slowly, Justin stood up and took a protective stance in front of me. “What do you want, McIntosh?”

“I want a rematch.” he said as he pointed his infamous pistol at us.

“What are you talking about?”

“The last few times around it’s been an unfair fight, wouldn’t you agree?” Seth smiled wickedly and I felt chills roll through my body as I slowly reached for my phone that lay on the ground. “Freeze, Cait.”

I gulped.

“I’m not going to fight you, Seth. You’ve already got a rap sheet longer than the dictionary and the police are looking for you. Just leave us alone.”

“Aww, is the Biebs scared?” he asked in a baby voice as he waved the pistol around.

Justin’s jaw clenched until the blood drained from his face. “Seth, just put the gun down and leave us alone. I swear, we won’t call the police. You can run away and no one will ever find you. Just please, don’t hurt us.”

“What do you think I am? Stupid? Do you really expect me to believe that you won’t call the police?”

“You have my word,” Justin said as he cautiously moved towards Seth, but dangerously closer to the edge of the bridge. “Just give me the gun.”

Seth hesitated for a moment before he leaped at Justin with a ferocity that scared me to death. The force of the attack pushed them both over the bridge and into the rushing waters below.

End Notes:

*GASP!* That darn Seth, he drives me insane...

Love you guys :)

♥God Bless♥


Phil. 1:7 I hold you in my heart.


19. Chapter Nineteen by Cassie Chassey
Author's Notes:




“Justin!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I heard the sound of a loud splash. I picked up my cell phone off the ground and punched in ‘911’.  I raced along the side of the bridge and down towards the river as fast as my legs would take me as I held the phone up to my ear.

“Hello, 911 emergency.” the female dispatcher answered.

“Hi, my um, my friend was just attacked and pushed into the river.”

“Alright,” she said calmly. “Where are you?”

“I’m down the walking path on main street, where the bridge crosses the river.”

“Can your friend swim?”

“Yes,” I nodded.  “But I don’t see him anywhere. The water’s flowing too fast.” I began to sob as I squinted helplessly into the darkness.

“Sweetheart, just stay calm, I‘m sending the paramedics now. Can you tell me what your name is?”

“Caitlin. Caitlin Beadles.” I wailed.

“Okay, Caitlin, just stay where you are. Don’t try to go into the river, alright?”

I sniffed, “Okay.”

After what felt like a century, I finally heard the sound of sirens.

Everything seemed like a blur as they set to work shining flashlights everywhere and taking my statement.

Officer Meri Sanchez, the same officer who’d primarily been helping tackle my case against Seth, wrapped me in a blanket and began to lead me towards her squad car.

“No,” I pulled away. “I want to stay. I need to know that he’s okay.”

“There doing their absolute best to find him, Caitlin. It’s not safe for you to stay here with Seth so close by.”

I reluctantly gave in as she led me towards the car. Tears streamed down my face as I climbed inside and was carted away from the scene.

Meri took me home and I reluctantly climbed out of the car and followed her into the house. I could feel my parents’ eyes on me as I trudged past them and up the stairs without a single glance.

I could hear the sound of Meri’s voice explaining what had happened as I laid on my bed and sobbed uncontrollably.

Everything that had happened ran through my head. All of the abuse, all of the pain, everything. Through it all, my only hope—the beacon in the night had been Justin.

Somewhere in the back of my head, whether I’d admitted it or not, I’d always allowed myself to believe that there was a possibility that Justin and I would be together again.

Now, the thought that he could permanently be gone, that I may never see him again was too much—way too much.

I felt more tears fall until I’d cried myself to sleep.


I awoke with a terrible headache as the sound of my mother’s voice pulled me back to complete consciousness.

I rubbed my eyes as I glanced up at her.

“He’s okay,” she spoke softly.

“What?” I asked groggily.

“Justin. They just found him and they’re taking him to the hospital, but they expect for him to be fine.”

“And Seth?” 

My mother sucked in a breath as she shook her head, “The river was so rocky, that Justin’s lucky he survived. They think there’s a possibility that Seth could’ve died upon impact and his body floated down stream with the heavy current, but they don’t know. They’re still searching.”

I nodded slowly as I bit my lip.

“Caitlin,” my mother began. “When Meri told us how you handled the whole situation with Justin and everything, it made me realize exactly how grown up you really are. I always knew you were bright and capable, that’s why your father and I have always given you the wheel and played the back-seat parenting role, but when we learned about what had happened with Seth, I was so hurt and scared. I felt like I’d failed you—like I needed to be there for you and I hadn’t—I wanted the very best for you. I now know that being controlling and supportive are two very different things, but I just didn’t want you to make a decision you’d regret later.”

I smiled softly as tears filled my eyes. “So much has happened, sometimes I don’t know what way is up and what way is down. I know it might sound crazy, but I just feel like this baby is a little gift out of all of this—like it makes all of the pain and heartache worth it. You know?”

My mom nodded, “Your father and I discussed things and we decided that we will support you in whatever you choose.”

“Thanks mom.” I gave her a big hug.

“Now, what do you say we go visit Justin?” she asked and I nodded.



I lay inside of the hospital bed and listened to the beeping noises of the machines around me. My head ached and my fingers tingled as they slowly regained circulation and blood flow.

I heard the sound of a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I croaked.

The door slowly opened to reveal none other than Kayla Allen.

She smiled slightly, “Hi.”

“Hi,” I said.

Kayla and I hadn’t actually had a private conversation since the morning after I’d allowed my emotions to run wild and kissed her.

“How you feeling?” she questioned.

“Alright, I guess. My whole body’s kind of numb and tingly, but the doctor says it should subside soon.”

“That’s good.”

“What are you doing here?” I asked. 

“Your mom called my uncle and asked for prayer and support. So, we came.”

“You’re my first visitor,”  I told her. “Well, except for my mom.” I chuckled slightly.

She nodded slowly.

“Kayla,” I spoke after a long awkward silence. “I believe I owe you an apology. I didn’t mean to play games with you or lead you on, I was just going through a tough time with Caitlin missing and, I dunno, when I kissed you, I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.”

Kayla lifted her eyes to meet mine, “So that kiss didn’t mean anything to you?”

“I’m sorry,” I bit my lip.

“No,” Kayla shook her head. “Don’t apologize. I think you’re very nice Justin and I want us to be friends, but no more then that. I went through a pretty tough break-up back in Wisconsin, and I just don’t feel like I’m ready for another relationship at this point in my life. I was worried that I was leading you on, but I’m glad that that’s not the case. Friends?”

“Friends,” I grinned. “I don’t know what I’d do without your wise counsel.”

“Or what I’d do without your tell-it-like-it-is demeanor and jokes.”

I laughed.

“Well,” Kayla said. “I’m not going to keep you, I think you have someone who would like to see you, and trust me, she’s a keeper.” she grinned before disappearing.

Kayla’s presence was replaced by Caitlin’s. Her eyes were red and puffy and she looked stressed.

“Come here,” I said as I opened my arms towards her.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“I am now,” I smiled as she climbed into my arms.

She smiled back for a moment before her face fell into a frown, “What happened to Seth after he tackled you?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know. I had a minor concussion, so, I can’t exactly remember everything, why?”

“Because the police can’t seem to find him—it’s almost like he disappeared into thin air.”

“Maybe it’s better like that,” I said.

“What do you mean?” Caitlin asked, confused. “Didn’t you want him to go to jail?”

“Of course I did, but chances are, with him being a minor, they weren’t going to lock him up forever. Now that he’s run away, he’ll never come back—and if he does, he’ll certainly be severely punished since he broke out of jail—he’s an official criminal.” I explained.

“I didn’t think of it that way.”

We both sat quietly for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence before I broke the silence.

“You’re beautiful, Caity, you know that?” I asked.

Her gorgeous brown eyes locked with mine as a look of surprise plastered her pretty face.

“You think so?” she bit her lip, absentmindedly teasing me.

“I know so.” I stated confidently, my eyes never leaving her plump, pink mouth.

Slowly, I found myself leaning towards her. My heart pounded in my chest as my lips gently touched hers for the first time in over a year. As cliche as it sounds, I could’ve sworn I heard bells ringing and angels singing. As we pulled away, her eyes held a warm look that had an almost bitter-sweetness to it. Bitter, because we were both well aware of all of the time we’d wasted. Sweet, because we had a second chance—a chance that neither of us was willing to risk.

End Notes:

Aww. This is a bitter-sweet ending for me too. I can't believe that this is the last chapter before the epilogue. I've enjoyed going back and reposting this for you all!

BUT! 2nd Chances is coming :)))

Thank you to all of my readers! I love you guys :)

God Bless,



20. Chapter Twenty by Cassie Chassey
Author's Notes:

Well Beliebers, this is the last chapter...I hope you enjoy it, and please read the chapter notes :)





I stared at the college-level French book in my hands as I tried to stifle a yawn. I’d worked hard to accelerate my high school work and now, I was focusing on getting my bachelor’s degree.

At first, I’d struggled with determining what to major in, but after visiting the local university and learning about the photography major, I was sold. Now, if I could only ditch the classes that didn’t have anything to do with taking pictures, I’d be completely satisfied.

I felt my eyes begin to drift when I heard the sound of a faint cry.

I sighed as I sat down my book and quietly walked over to the little bassinet that sat in the corner. I smiled down at the little blue bundle of joy.

“Hey there, little Drew Beadles.” I cooed as I picked up my teeny, three month old, look-a-like. Fortunately, he looked nothing like his jerk of a father. He squirmed in my arms as he began to settle down. Of course, the door bell rang, and he began to scream again.

“Oh, shh,” I said as I bounced him in my arms while I walked towards the door.

I cautiously peeped through the curtains and I felt my eyes go wide from shock. I slowly opened the door and stared at the young man before me.

He was dressed in a black leather jacket with a loose fitting t-shirt, that was accompanied by matching skinny jeans.

My eyes slowly locked with the ones before me that held a smile.

He’d been gone for a year—twelve long months, and we’d only spoken eleven times. When he’d left, he had promised things would be different this go around, but of course, after we’d had such limited communication, I hadn’t kept my hopes up.

After all, I knew that a lot had changed. I’d worried that maybe he’d met another girl who didn’t have the burdens of an ugly past and a little baby boy to look after. A girl who was actually ready for a serious relationship. I’d told him that I wanted to hold off for awhile—not because I didn’t love him, but because if I was being honest, I was scared.

He licked his lips out of habit as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, “Aren’t you going to let me in?”

“Oh yeah,” I said as I broke my stare and opened the door to my small home. It was actually a guest house that had been built in the large backyard of the family home, which allowed me to live near my parents, but still gave me a sense of privacy.

We stared at each other silently for a moment, before he broke the silence.

“So, is this my little namesake?” he asked as we both sat down on the couch. He smiled slightly as his eyes fell on the baby who was still squirming in my arms.

I nodded slowly without speaking as my brain was still trying to process all of what was happening.

“May I hold him?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” I finally spoke as I carefully placed my son into his awaiting arms.

“Hello Drew,” he spoke gently as he rocked him in his arms. The little baby stared up at him intently. He glimpsed at me and smiled. “He’s looks just like you, Caity—beautiful.”

I bit my lip as I blushed. “Thanks.”

“No need to thank me, I’m only speaking the truth. Isn’t that right?” he asked Drew in a baby voice.

I smiled as I picked up my French book and began to try to study it, but I found myself watching as him tickle Drew’s stomach, which made them both laugh. As I observed, I made note of his features.

He looked older, probably because of his shorter hair, increased height, and the diamond studs in his ears.

He seemed different, yet the same somehow.

I bit my lip as I forced myself to focus on my French lesson and interpret the sentence before me.

Premières amours sont toujours.



We both spoke in unison before chuckling.

I gestured for him to speak and he cleared his throat as he handed Drew back to me. I watched as he began to pace the room. Back and forth. Back and forth. Until he finally stopped and sat on the floor before me.

“Caity,” he bit his lip as he lifted his eyes to meet mine. “I know I didn’t call much, but that’s because I just—I, I, I love you. I love you, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I know you don’t want this to be anything serious right now and I respect that, but I just, I can’t be near you and not want to hold you in my arms and kiss you senseless, yet at the same time, I can’t stay away from you and not miss you like crazy. I literally thought about you 24/7 for the last 365 days. I’m in love with you, Caity, so much that it hurts sometimes, and I just, I don’t know what to do.”

“Justin,” I sighed. “I love you too. I do, but are you sure you want to get involved with me? Right now, this is my world.” I looked at Drew. “I can’t just be carefree and go on fun dates and outings like most other seventeen year olds and on top of that, Justin, I can’t just forget about what happened with Seth.”

“I know it’s not going to be perfect,” Justin said as he stroked my hair. “But we’ve tried living without each other, we’ve tried it twice, and I think we both know that we belong together. Even if that means that we take this thing slow, I just want us to try to be more than friends again. I’ll be here for you and little Drew,” he tickled him again and Drew smiled. “Just please, babe, please let me try, one more time. After all, second chances never hurt anybody, do they?”

I shook my head, “No, no, they don’t.”

Justin smiled as he cupped my chin and leaned in to place a kiss on my lips, when we heard the sound of a thud.

We both turned to see that my book had slid onto the floor.

Justin reached over and picked it up. I watched as his brown eyes scanned the page.

“Well, I haven’t read a more true sentence in my entire life.” he commented. 

“Which one?” I questioned.

“Premières amours sont toujours.” he replied in perfect French as he pointed to it.

“Oh, that one.” I said. “I’ve been trying my best to translate it, but I’m failing French.”

“Well, this is one sentence you must never forget!” he exclaimed.

“Really?” I asked.

He nodded, “Yes, you know why?”

I shook my head.

“It says, ‘first loves are forever.’ and I’d have to agree, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I smiled. “Yes I would.”

I leaned in towards Justin and we sealed our commitment with a kiss.

As Justin’s warm lips moved in perfect sync with mine the year and half played through my head like a television drama. I’d literally been to hell and back, and I still had no clue what would come in the future, but through it all one thing is ALWAYS true, you never, ever forget your first love. 

Why, you may ask, well, because, ‘Premières amours sont toujours.’ First loves are forever.


(Sneak peek of the first chapter of 2nd Chances)

As he sat inside of his black car, his distinctive blue eyes followed every move that the pretty young girl before him made. He watched as she bent down and picked up the little boy who appeared to be about five years old and looked exactly like her.

He bit his lips as he stared, still a little shocked at how perfectly his plan was unfolding.

After years of plotting and waiting, he was finally going to get what he had worked so hard for. She was his, no matter what she did, she was never, ever going to get away from him.

He smiled to himself as he turned the car and began to drive back home. He’d have plenty of time to stare at her tomorrow when she was sitting inside of his office, but for now, he had a few more kinks to work out.

This was his second chance to get what he deserved, and there was no way he was going to blow it.

End Notes:

So, once again, I've left you with another one of my infamous cliff-hangers, I know, I know, lol. You guys still love me, though, right? haha.

Be sure to check back for the link to 2nd Chances!!

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