I open my eyes, just waking up from the sounds of sirens. "Crap," I start shaking Justin awake. "Justin, the police!" I say, getting him up. "Huh?" he asks. "The police!" I shout. He gets up, and starts driving the van. You can hear the sirens getting closer and closer. "Dillan, wake up," I say, shaking her. "Yah?" she asks, sitting up. "Police are on are tail," I say. Her eyes get wide, and he runs to the window. She looks at the window, and there like, right there! "Justin! Step on it!" I scream. He hits the gas, and we go flying, I never knew the van could go so fast. "Duck!" Justin shouts, as we hit a building. I look at Dillan, and she's fine, then I look at Justin. Part of the car has bent, and gashed into his leg, and he's been knocked out. "Justin!" I scream. I run to the front seat, and start looking at him. "Dillan, help me," I say, frantically. "Page, it's going to be to late! We need to go. The police won't let him die. But, we need to get out of here!" she says. "I won't leave him!" I shout at her. I break down balling. "Justin, say something. Please?" I beg. "Augh," he groans. "Justin, please. Please. Be ok," I beg. "R-r-un go....." he says, in less than a whisper. "Justin no. I'm not leaving you," I say. "Page! We have to go!" Dillan says. "NO! I'M NOT LEAVING HIM!" I scream. "I'm sorry Page," she says, than leaves. She runs out the back doors, ditching us. I frantically try to find some way to get him out, but with the car in his leg, I'll only hurt him if I do. "I rest my head on his chest. The police come in, the way that Dillan left. "Please help him!" I beg. "He'll be fine. but your coming with us missy," he says. They grab me, and pull me away from him. They pull my hands behind my back, and cuff me. They take me out of then van, and put me in the police car. "Carful. She's gonna find some way to get out. She a master-mind criminal," one of them says. "I'm not like the rest of them. I'm just a normal teenager, who they kidnapped!" I spit at them. "They kidnapped you?" he asks. "Yah! And killed my parents! But Justin wouldn't do that anymore. He's changed," I say. "Once a criminal, always a criminal. You might have a chance being a free girl still. But Justin on the other hand, he's in there for life," he says. I start crying again, at the thought, of probably not ever seeing him again.