Scooter, Justin's manager brought me into another room, his hand gripping my right arm tightly in case I fainted right then and there, because whatever happened in the room just now was too much to take in. I didn't know why my idol decided to pull out a gun in front of my eyes and pointed directly at me. It felt like a bad dream; dream because it was Justin Bieber, bad because he tried to kill me.

I gulped down my throat and looked over to Scooter to catch him staring back at me, emotionlessly. He sighed deeply and hung his head down while rubbing the back of his neck.

"I should really tell you what is happening right now," Scooter started and I motioned him to continue.

"Justin is," he hesitated a little and then continued, "crazy for you." That startled me, made me raise an eyebrow at him like he just said Justin was pregnant.

"You gotta be kidding me."

"Do I have to remind you that he almost killed you with a real gun?"

I muted myself, thinking back of that horrible moment. Scooter sighed, "I shouldn't say this, but he was crazy for you ever since three years ago until now. He started having a gadget just to track you down."

He handed over a drink to me to calm myself down. "He started getting obsessed with you ever since you smiled at him two years ago, I guess."

I creased my eyebrows. "I did?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "He was wearing disguise and so, you didn't notice it was him. He's very good at hiding himself."

"Oh," was all that came out of my mouth.

He nodded his head, but his face held more worries at that moment. "But that was the problem. He is really good at hiding himself. You don't know what you put yourself into when you started following him on your personal account. You don't know him. He was the biggest criminal in America. He was the serial killer, who do the business for drugs and black money."

My heart started beating out of chest. It couldn't be him. Sweats were covering my forehead and all over my face. My breathing became rapid and my chest tightened. My lips went dry and my eyes widened. It couldn't possibly be him. It couldn't possibly be the killer who murdered my father four years ago. It couldn't be him. I found my little voice in me just to confirm to him, finger crossing inside me hoping that it wouldn't be him.

"He didn't call himself Justin Bieber?"

"No, he called himself J-"

I breathed out. "Jason McCann."

My first love was the guy who killed my father and I don't know how to feel about it.

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Happy Valentine's Day loves 💕

14th of February, 2017.