Man Down

'Through all the mayhem and madness of central station I had still managed to hit my target.
He was finally down.
Justin Bieber was finished forever.
I was the girl who killed the Justin Bieber, I was the girl who took his heart when I pulled out my gun.
It was me; Brooke Olivia James.'

Only three years after Justin got into the wrong business, has it come back to bite him.


8. Seven

Justin’s P.O.V;

Craig drove fast south of central station, passing all the cars along the street he headed to the end of the road and stopped just outside a small house. The lights were off and it seemed as though nobody was home.

We knew different though because Brooke’s car was parked in the drive way. She must be sleeping then.

I waited for Craig to cut the engine before opening the passenger door and climbing out.

“Alice is a nice ride” I stated before closing the door gently. Craig nodded doing the same.

We snuck around the back and tried the door. Locked. Shit.

I’m good at picking locks but it’d take a good few hours for this one.

“Craig, it’ll take too long to pick” I groaned. He nodded and looked around.

“There’s no first story windows here so I guess our only option is this,” He pushed me back slightly and kicked to glass to the French doors. I held my head whilst listening to the shatter.

“Dude!” I hissed, he shrugged and stepped over the broken glass before ushering me in. I followed hesitantly stepping over the small pieces on glass. I held my gun close to me as we snuck through the kitchen.

Craig had his own gun pointed forward and he leant against the wall as if he was James freaking Bond. I smirked and shook my head, this guy.

I could hear the faint noises of the tv. That means she’s awake? Why hadn’t she come to check when the glass shattered?


Brooke’s P.O.V;

I woke up suddenly, the tv was still playing to itself and it was rolling through the credits of ‘Romeo and Juliet’

I felt my face, yup. Dry tear stains. I’d cried again.

I wiped at my cheeks with my sleeve and stood up to stretch. Just then I heard whispers coming from the kitchen. My first instinct was to go and check but then the voices got harsher and louder. I could tell they belonged to guys.

Two, three? I wasn’t sure.

Why they’re here? I don’t know.

Am I safe? Most definitely not.

My eyes shot to the stairs and my feet quickly carried me to the bottom. I had to go get Jake and get out before anything happened. I couldn’t let my baby boy be hurt.



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