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.

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13. Twelve

Justin’s P.O.V;

“Hey man,” Joe called to me as I walked passed him in the living area.

“Hmm?” I mumbled turning to him.

He smiled “I hear you’re taking Brooke and Jake out?” I nodded frowning.

“Yeah I am. No big deal right?” He shook his head, his smile fading slightly.

“C’mon man, I’ve told you you’re a good kid. This proves it y’know? You don’t always have to be the bad guy. I will let you walk away, I want you to walk away.” He stated.

I groaned “We’ve been over this a thousand times Joe, I ain’t leaving. This is what I do best, I enjoy my job and you ain’t getting rid of me.” I replied irately.

Truth is I didn’t enjoy my ‘job’. Who would?

But I have nothing else to do. It’s not like I could go to the local job hunters and find myself a Saturday job.

I’m Justin Fucking Bieber. It ain’t happening.

So I’m stuck.

Plus it’s not like I don’t get a kick outta revenge. The only thing that hurts is cases like Jake’s, where they’re innocent but it’s gonna end badly anyways.

 

 I looked at Joe one last time before walking away. He was kinda speechless I guess, he obviously thought I hated what I do. Okay so I do, but now he thinks it’s my hobby.

 

I continued through to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. I pulled out a can of soda and let go of the door.

I walked back out the kitchen past the living area, where Joe was stood shaking his head slightly with his hands on his temples, and up the stairs to Brooke’s room.

 

I knocked on the door and opened it smiling a little where she was sat.

“Brooke?” I called when I noticed she wasn’t there

“I’m leaving,” she hissed from behind the door, she held a gun in her hands. My gun, pointing at me. “You will let me and my son go home or I will shoot you” she threatened tears pricking in her eyes.

My jaw dropped slightly and I looked around the room, Jake was sitting on the bed next to their bags and he was waiting.

“Brooke, I understand you don’t want to be here but I thought we were getting along?” I asked my eye brows furrowing.

Brooke let out an emotionless chuckle and pulled a little on the trigger making it click. “You really thought I’d stay here? With my son? And let you ruin his life too?” she hissed not taking her hatred filled eyes away from my own. “I heard what you said to Joe. He was telling you to get out of this business whilst you could but you refused. Told him you ‘enjoy your job’” she spat at my feet.

“Brooke I never meant it like that,” I started. She glared at me.

“How the actual fuck can it mean anything different?!” she yelled her voice cracking slightly “Justin Bieber you are one sick bastard you know that?!”

It was my turn to get angry “What the hell Brooke? We’re in the same business you and me! We’re both sick bastards who take away others’ lives so don’t go preaching to me okay?!” my voice raised as I thought about all the things I had done and all the stuff I had regretted.

I never wanted this to happen, it was the last of my plans. But I had no other choice, just like poor Brooke Olivia James.

“I didn’t choose this way of life Justin, I was forced into it! My ‘boss’ stole my family, friends and life from me! She would have killed me too if I didn’t help her!” Brooke countered, as if she had misread my mind.

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