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.


11. Ten

Brooke’s P.O.V;

“Brooke,” Justin whispered walking into the dim lit room “We’re leaving now” I nodded. It had been almost three hours since I had arrived at Justin’s apartment and they were only just finished discussing their options.

I stood up with Jake still in my arms and I wrapped the blanket Justin had gave me for him round his small body tightly.

This time we weren’t going in a Ferrari to wherever they had in mind. I was getting into the back of a maroon van with Justin whilst Joe drove.

“Mind your head” Justin said before I climbed in. I ducked and stepped up into the dimly lit, foul smelling van.

My face twisted up slightly and Justin smirked. “Sorry it’s no Ferrari” I chuckled with no emotion and sat down on one of the benches.

“You’ll need to wear this” Justin said holding a blindfold out for me. “The boy will be fine though.”

I nodded and tied it around my head. “Mwommy?” Jake yawned. I pulled him close to me so he couldn’t see anything.

“It’s okay Jake, Mommy’s here.” I whispered.


Justin’s P.O.V;

I watched Brooke and Jake intently on the journey to the house we’d be staying in. Joe’s eyes flickered back and forth in the rear view mirror. Sometimes looking in my direction and sometimes at Brooke but then for the most part fixed on the road.

As we pulled up to the house I tapped Brooke “C’mon lemme get that thing off you” She turned and I sat behind her removing the blindfold.

“Thanks” She whispered weakly

I sighed, the van stopped and the engine was cut, I stood up and opened the van side door, Joe was waiting on the other side and he smiled slightly.

“Brooke?” She looked at me as her eyes adjusted to the light flowing in from the street lamp “Pass me Jake and then you can climb out.” She reluctantly loosened her grip on her son as she held his small body out to me. I could hold him and his weight easily.

She stepped out ducking again and held out her arms again, I stretched out my arms to her and passed Jake back. “Thankyou again” she whispered before looking at Joe.

He frowned “We’re sorry” he said, she just stared until he made a move for the house.


As soon as we got in the house Brooke asked where her and Jake would be sleeping. I showed her up to the room with the double bed and she told me she was tired.

That was six hours ago.

I was sure she would be awake now.

I made my way up the hall way from my own room and knocked gently on her door. She muttered ‘come in’ and I opened the door. I looked towards the bed but she wasn’t with Jake.

Instead she was curled up in the corner of the window seat looking out at the sky.

“I just watched it turn from night to day” She whispered when I sat across from her. I sighed, she was struggling more than I thought she would.

“Brooke-” I started but she interrupted me

“Please, Don’t say you’re sorry. I know how it feels to be sorry and I don’t want you feeling like that” She croaked out.

“What do you mean Brooke?” I stared at her frail body. I had forgotten all about her being smashed against a wall and nearly choked to death but I could see in the breaking dawn that her arms, neck and face was covered in bruises. 

“I mean I am sorry that I shot you, I never wanted to. I know how it feels to be sorry for ruining others lives. Every day I feel sorry for taking away something that I shouldn’t have and it hurts. I can imagine how sorry you must be for taking my sons future away from him, but that’s all. Don’t say sorry to me, I don’t deserve it.” She clarified, curling her feet underneath her more. “And please, don’t hurt Jake. I understand you want revenge but Jake is off limits. Kill me if you must but please don’t ever touch Jake.” She hissed the last sentence through her teeth.

“Does Jake have a father?” I found myself asking

She nodded “Yes. But we split up two years ago. It wasn’t working out, let’s just say he was a twat and leave it at that. Last week I was this close to tearing everything away from Jordan, I was going to make sure he paid for my mistakes. I was going to take Jake away from him forever. Now it looks like I managed to do that.” I felt bad. This was my fault.

“Brooke, listen please?” She looked up at me with her eyes filled with tears “Brooke please don’t cry”

Before I could stop myself I felt my arms reach out for her, I pulled her body into my lap and my arms wrapped protectively and tightly around her. What’s more is she never pulled back.


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