Live While We're Criminals (Niall Horan and Justin Bieber)

"They say I'm a criminal. A theif. With no respect for anyone, or anything. Listen. I don't go looking for trouble... Trouble comes looking for me." - Allison


2. Chapter 1

Hey guys, this chapter is short. Really sorry! I just had like 1 day to write it :( But it's ok! Let's get started with Chapter 1! :) - Denny and Macey

                My heart pounded against my chest. My legs were hitting the pavement hard, as I ran down the street. The sirens were now going off in the far distance. Soon the police would come and it wouldn't be long until they catch the trail I took. You'd think because I've done this so many times I would be used to it by now. Escaping prison five times (now six) is a big deal for a 17 year old. As well as hitting #1 for the World's Most Wanted Criminal. Not many people can say they've accomplished this.
                I was born in Chicago, Illinois. A very wealthy place called "Northbrook Court" is where I grew up. My parents were both billionaires, who owned many companies and had the respect of many people. But everything started changing about 10 years ago. My sister, Lara, died from alcohol abuse. I, of course, knew what Lara was doing, but being seven years old, I didn't understand it. My parent's both started blaming each other for Lara's death. I remember my dad hitting my mom, and my mom calling the cops on him. After my dad was put to jail for a year, for abusing my mother, my mom and I spent a lot of time together. She took me to the park, we went to lots of restaurants, and I even started learning about my family business. My father always used to say that I was "the heir of the throne!" In other words, when he was ready to retire, I'd start making the money which he would use as his retirement money.
                After my father got out of jail, my mother went hysterical. She thought my dad would kill her. She started taking all her anger out on me. My mom would beat me every night for an hour. Sometimes, if she sees the news about my dad she would beat me longer. I couldn't understand why she was doing it. I never did anything to her.
My dad came to our house one day. He had rung the doorbell, and was waiting patiently for my mom to answer it. My mom started to panic. She slapped me once, before answer the door, and letting my dad in.
                I hid behind the couch, frantically, avoiding my father. He, of course, already knew where I was and what I was doing.
That night, was probably the worst night of my entire life. All I remember was the blood. The true red, cruelty, that would not stop coming out of me, no matter how many times I prayed. I think death seemed very peaceful to me at that moment.
Finally, when I was 100% sure I was gonna die any second, everything stopped. The pain didn't go away, but at least new bolts didn't come. I was too weak to move, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get up.
                Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks... I don't know how long passed when I could finally get up. I walked swiftly out the door and into the familiar streets. I just kept walking, not sure where I was heading. Getting as far away from that god forsaken place, was my first priority. I never turned around to look at the house. The house I was raised in. The house I used to once call home, and now call devil's ground.
                I became a criminal. Stealing money, or selling stuff was how I made my living every day for a long time. A lot of times I would get caught for not being fast enough to get out. And lots of times, I ended up in jail. I always escape though. No prison has held me, for more than 5 months. I guess that's how I got up to the World's Most Wanted list. Even if I was only 17.
                I could hear shouting in the far distance. I swear I've been running for like thirty minutes, how did they manage to catch up this fast.
                The streets were practically empty since it was midnight. A couple of cars passed, but not so many, as to stop and ask me why I was wearing a prisoner suit.. That wouldn't be good... I turned a sharp left, and automatically noticed a sudden change in the setting and mood.
                There were a bunch of cars, on each side of the street. Everyone was parked illegally, but I'm sure the police have a bigger problem right now. I kept running until I heard lots of screaming and shouting. It wasn't from the police though... Unless they were all teen girls... A humongous arena appeared in front of me, as I stepped into a clearing. There was a lot of people. Mostly girls... Ok, everyone was girls.
They were each holding up signs, but it's too dark to read any of them. I stopped in my tracks as I heard police sirens approaching. The sound kept getting louder and louder with every second that passed by.
I can't risk getting caught. They would probably hold me in some high tech cell, where I would never see a single ray of light for about twenty years.
                There was only one thing I could do. I started running again. I have to sneak in with a bunch of girls. Why is this concert so conveniently placed by the prison? I mean seriously?! No time to think now. I stepped between some girls as they passed some tickets to the security by the door. The cops were now on the field, and I could very well see them approaching. Heading directly my way. I bounced up and down impatiently as the security guard looked at the tickets.
OH MY GOD! Could he be any slower!? The guard gave the girls the tickets, and thanked them. I sighed in relief and made my way inside, after them. A hand caught my shoulder, and shook it roughly. My eyes nearly popped out. This could not be happening. Everything was going PERFECTLY! Right according to plan! Although, sneaking into a concert, was definitely NOT part of my plan... I slowly turned around.
"Ticket Ma'am!"


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