Caleb

The woman stood baffled at the door..her mouth dropping to the floor.. grey eyes widening by the second as her face turned pale more. Gosh she was annoying!

Fine, I knocked on her door..a total stranger... telling her that I have been legit stalking her for quite some time but come on... wasn't she overreacting?

No you idiot! You came up to her door...banged like a psycho with a freaking bleeding celebrity around you that has actually been in the news for murder. Yeah 'she is overreacting.'

What did you expect...'hi, nice to meet you..welcome in'.

Stupid! I mentally kicked myself.

"I know this is outrageous miss Hudson, but if you could let us in..I would explain everything." I said hoping she wouldn't yell and call the damn cops. Damn we couldn't go back..not after the hell we've been through two days ago.

The escape from the prison has been devastating, difficult, resulted in physical hurt..pain and lots of lost blood but all was worth it.

Justin was losing it there..the son of a cock had to get himself in trouble and being his manager and friend for the last fifteen years, I had the duty to get him outta there.

The central prison denied him bail..not even fame could get you out of this soup. I am sure he was framed..justin could be a lot of things, 'cocky..arrogant..rude..and alot more by I was certain murderer wasn't one of them.

"Miss Hudson, I could really use your help right now..I shall explain everything later," just as soon as I stitch him up..I thought.

The ward guards did give them a series of farewell bruises..atleast his were better than the state justin was in. He had to stop the bleeding somehow and fast. All he had to do now was get around this bizzared woman.

"Miss Hudson...miss Hudson......HUDSON!" I clicked my forefinger and thumb together to shake her resolve.

She jerked almost knocking herself out with the door.

"What the f*** did you just say? Who the hell are you..are you stalking me? Oh my God!..you are..you just said it..."she exclaimed widening her eyes more.

Could her eyes get any bigger..? They were almost popping out. Soon his attention diverted from her eyes to her face..the shock was being replaced and he didn't fancy the substitute.

"Did that freaking bastard send you? Huh?..he sent you didn't he? Well tell that splitting s.o.b to leave me the heck alone coz as I have told him before..WE.ARE.DONE.!" The words were torn out of her mouth biting out each syllable with rage.

Who the fudge was she talking about....was it her uncle?..no no no. .it couldn't be. From what her uncle has described her of..she loved and adored him..maybe she was talking about an ex..definitely an ex

"I am truly sorry miss hudson but the ummm, 's.o.b' didn't send me," I looked her in sheer worry. The woman was about to attack and I couldn't take anymore bruises tonight. "See, my name is Caleb Hunt..and this is a battered,bruised,unconscious Justin bieber that needs immediate medical assistance so if you don't mind which you obviously do..,can I trust you to help me and him?"

After a thorough stare between me and Justin she curled her lip.

"Are you kidding me? What is this..huh? some kind of new talk in town whereby you come to a stranger's house and ask, 'can I trust you to help me'? And they say, 'ofcourse..come right in..make yourself at home'..w.t.f!"

Just what I thought.

The crictism in her voice was to be expected..who was he kidding? Polite was not gonna work.
"I am not bringing him in my house."

"Why?" I asked

"Why....is that even a question?" When I just still stared at her for an explanation, she threw her hands up, "I don't know..maybe because he's a fugitive..and I don't want cops swarming in my house and taking me along with him." She gave me an annoyed 'duh' look which I just ignored.

"Listen ma'am, could we talk about this another moment..if I don't stitch his wounds soon and he probably bleeds to death  then we'll have more to answer for than keeping a fugitive."

She immeadiately straightened swallowing in the words.

"Right...mmm...and how am I supposed to know this is all not a plan?"

"You don't...you're just gonna have to believe me." I honestly answered causing her eyebrows to lift in question, when she didn't get an answer she crossed her arms infront of her chest frowning.

"Is that supposed to make me feel reassured.."

"No..I suppose not but my first priority is getting him stitched up...so please if you could just let us in." He was growing tired now..how long was he standing at the doorway baring Justin's weight..the metallic stink of blood was putting him in jitters.

"On a condition," she lifted a finger up...oh shit! He didn't like the sound of that...he couldn't agree to promises now.

"You get him outta my house a.s.a.p,"

"Deal." Just let me in already...

Finally he walked through the door and into the house. With a sweep of his eyes..he studied the house. The living room seemed quite..uncluttered..still even. Calm was reflected in the decoration from the piano catty corner to the stone fireplace..to the frame art hanging in the walls. The furnishing seemed feminine...old kinda feminine..

"Lets go upstairs.." she stopped. Like a child who finally remembered to take out the trash, she gave him a worried look..

"Do....do you need help carrying him...I mean I could've helped you but it's just..there's...uh...alot of blood."

He could have given a sigh of relief and told her to help him but something about her expression stopped him. She didn't look like she wanted to help but instead run far way.

"Its okay..I can handle him...just show me the way."

The climb to the room was even much more harder than dragging across the street. It drained most of his energy..he needed to lie down, two days without sleep was catching up on him...right after he saw to Justin. She opened the door to the room and we stepped inside. It wasn't furnished as the living room..it only contained a four size single bed, a chair in the far corner and a drawer.

"You can use the bed but you'll have to dispose of the sheets..I can't stand the blood," again with the blood..anyway who was he to care. He had to give sediments to Justin first...take out the bullet and cleanse his wounds then have a long talk with miss Hudson. One she will precisely not like.

He laid him on the bed and began to search his injuries.

"Can I please get warm water...," the sight kept anymore words from his mouth. The woman was striken pale and stood like a statue..clenching her fists. She looked she was gonna retch.

"You could wait outside the door till I finish going through him." Relief shoke through her..he could see the gratitude in her eyes but she was still hesitant letting her gaze around the room.

Her sheer worry almost made him chuckle.

"I assure miss Hudson, it's not a plan..as you can see...there's not much to rob in here."

"Right..I'll wait right outside..anything You need?"

"Some warm water..antiseptic solution and the aid kit..please"

"I'll be right back." With that she got out the room locking the room after her.

He got right to examining justin..the bullet in his right arm wasn't as bad as what lay beneath his clothing. With the constitant beating he got..some ribs were surely broken..maybe two and three..his head took a brutal beat.  With a mental retiring sigh he got to work.

He had to finish this as soon as possible..he had alot on his plate he had to resolve..and it started with miss Hudson.....