JUSTIN'S P.O.V
I was racing against the car. But most importantly, against time. I was scared, I'm not sure what's happening inside that car. Is she killed? Where is she going? The car zoomed against the red lights. 6 points on that fucking bastard's license. I need to stop. I waited anxiously for the green light, swerving against other cars. I nearly slipped on to the pedestrian side, I was really lucky not too. Behind the bitch, I needed to get the side of the car. That way I can pull Selena here. I tried to, however the Range Rover with bulky wheels, slid in front of me. I tried calling Selena, however she just didn't respond. As I was calling her, I didn't see what was in front of me.
And that's when it was all over.
'Good morning Mr Bieber', a rough voice had spoken out to me. I noticed this place, it's where Selena and I, first spoke. Oh these memories, I just want too see her. Is that too much to ask? I didn't know what to do. Where was Selena? Is she okay?
Justin: SELENA! SELENA! SELENA!
Doctor: Mr Bieber, oh my, calm down.
I couldn't 'calm down' not knowing that Selena is somewhere, being sold off. Or raped, or something! I just couldn't control my anger. I screamed , and screamed. SELENA! Tears started rolling down my swollen cheeks. The bandage around my skull, squished my brain, as if someone locked me inside a narrow grave. What the hell do I do?
SELENA'S P.O.V
The gunshot was fired into the roof. I was scared. I wanted to go home, but I couldn't move an inch. My seat belt was burning on to my fragile skin. I need to skin these bitches alive. The car was roaring on to the High Street. My petite body was thrown on to the seat, as these retards had crossed against the red light. The only thing my head was repeating was Justin's words;
'BEAT THE MOTHER FUCKER'
'BEAT THE MOTHER FUCKER'
'BEAT THE MOTHER FUCKER'
I could hear Justin screaming out my name. If I had uttered a word, I would've been cold-blooded. I felt numb. If I jumped in to his car, I would've been shot. I kept quiet, turning my head towards Hailey. Her eyes were glued onto a billboard. I should've taken the chance. I regret not. As I looked back a piece of Justin's car was flying in to the sky, as if an Angel was taking a soul in to the Heavens. Justin screamed, an ear-piercing shriek! I couldn't say anything. I was lost for words. What had happened to him? Is he safe? Oh no!
The car ride was quiet. Then it all hit me.
Physically, & mentally.
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Author's note:
Sorry guys this is sooo short! Having school and parties and work loooool! Hope every1 has a good day <3 much love xoxoxo
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