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.


14. Thirteen

Brooke’s P.O.V;

“Brooke! Brooke!” Justin yelled after me.

I had run.

I ran as fast as I could after I aimed the gun to the ceiling and fired immediately making rubble cover Justin; he had been momentarily distracted and I made my break for it.

It was easy to escape Joe, but a little harder to get past Craig. I hadn’t realised he had come to ‘visit’ so when I dashed downstairs and smacked into his frame in a mad rush I had to act fast.

I shot bullets into his feet, gruesome I know, but I had to get out and make a clean break for Jake’s sake.

I heard Craig still yelling in pain, I suspect he was roped in to help catch us but I doubt he’d be much use, as they all chased on behind me.

Some people might ask why I never stole their van or a car or something. My answer? I didn’t think that far ahead.

I’m not normally put in situations where I have to escape so I don’t plan for these times, no regretting that now.

I pressed my heels down faster and picked my toes up more precisely giving me a boost of speed. I was hardly a match for three guys, well two and a half at this minute, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before they caught up so I had to make a head way early.

I continued to pelt full speed as I rounded a corner about a mile away from the house. Jake was still strapped to my back and I had only a few belongings with me; I had to leave most of our stuff behind when things got complicated.

I was beginning to tire and I had to stop and breathe. I collapsed to my knees in an alley way panting heavily, sucking in deep breaths of air. I looked around and seen the alley way was blocked at one end with a fence. I couldn’t get out if Justin and Joe followed me in.

I never think of these things do I?

I hid behind a dumpster in the hope that they might jog past, I think it worked because I had been sitting here for the past hour without a bother. It was getting cold and dark though, and Jake and myself were hungry.

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