Life In The Fast Lane •JB•

15

Justin

I tried to follow the sound of my car as fast as I could, which ended up leading me home. I drove up road driveway, my blue car sitting in the middle of it. The door was still open and the engine was still running, but Camilla was no where in sight.

Whatever she's doing, she better not do anything stupid.

I bit hard on the inside of my cheek, bouncing up the stairs and sprinting inside to the dark foyer. I spun around the room, looking through each exit, trying to figure out where she would be. I ran up to her bedroom, pushing the slightly opened door to the empty room where her gun was thrown onto the floor along with the hoodie that she was no longer wearing.

I backed out from the room, heading to the end of the hall where light peered from under the door of the bathroom.
I turned the door knob, barging into the room.

Cries echoing from the shower, I find Camilla on the tiled ground hugging her knees to her chest heavily sobbing. She sat mildly soaked in only her bra and jeans, tugging at the roots of her hair. I groaned through gritted teeth pulling her up to my level, her fragile frame trembling beneath my grip. She continued to sob into the palms of her hands so I ripped them away to expose her tear stained cheeks. She looked up with shiny eyes, her bottom lip sucked into her mouth.

"I'm s-sorry Justin. I fr- freaked out and I didn't know what to do, I-"

I met my rough lips with hers, kissing her softly but hard enough so that she couldn't pull away. Something's gotta make her shut up. She weakened into my arms, sniffling within the kiss. I pulled away from her sweet embrace, her eyes batted with complete shock. I took hold of her shoulders, making her have full attention on me.

"Cam, be strong. Don't be sorry for what you did, he was only going to kill you, and we both don't want that. Baby, this is only the start. I wasn't planning for things to start off this way, but I guess things happen for a reason." I mumbled, receiving nothing by a stunned stare from the trembling Camilla.

"Business is business, and should not have emotions attatched. No mercy."

She relaxed in my arms, shaking her head with disbelief. Her miserable appearance instantly turned somewhat hopeful. Her eyes widened but were still glazed with tears as she let out a deranged laugh."Kill or be killed, right?" She asked, repeating my own words.

"You're such a good girl," I chuckled, displaying a small smirk to match her own. I could tell she was pumping with adrenaline mixed with shock and anxiety. She kind of looked like a crazy person swaying foward and backward in front of me.

I took her by the hand back to her room, sitting her on the edge of the bed. I bent down on one knee to her level. "I want you to just forget about this. In the morning we'll talk about business." I murmered quietly. She just nodded, lost for words at this point.

I left her room, lightly shutting the door behind me. I hopped down the stairs to find the boys standing around with confused looks on their faces.

"She's okay. She's going to have to be if she's part of us." I walked towards the meeting room, sinking into my leather chair with the boys surrounding the glass table. A full bag of coke among the papers and money on the table screamed my name, instinctively I made a line for myself and rotated the bag around to the rest of boys, all of us getting a good hit.

I wiped the excess off my nose with the back of my hand, intertwining my fingers with my elbows sat propped on the table. "Boys, it looks like we have some business to do."

Camilla

Two familiar men surrounded me, one armed with a gun and the other with a knife. They stepped closer and closer, cornering me into the wedge of the big empty room. The entity-like darkness caved in around me as they grabbed at my skin, pointing their weapons directly at me. I screamed for help, pleading with my unarmed hands over my face. My cries for help bounced off each wall of the room, repeating over, and over, and over.

"Cam!" a blurry figure hovered over me, shaking my lifeless body. I brought a hand to my head, firmly rubbing my temple.

"Wha- What's wrong?" I mumbled, squinting my eyes at the panic Justin that stood over me.

"You were like, screaming in your sleep. Are you okay?" He spoke worringly, his rapsy voice ringing through my ears.

"Yes. It was just a dream, right?" I sat up, examining over the room, that was nothing but the usual.

Justin chuckled, running his hand through his knotted hair. "Yeah, it was just a dream, Camilla." he reassured, stepping back from my bed.

"I feel like I'm going crazy, " I frowned.

"Being crazy isn't such a bad thing around here," Justin stuck out his tongue. "Can you meet us in the meeting room at around midday? We have stuff to discuss with you," He took hold of my hands cupping them between his. I lightly nodded yes and a smile pulled at his lips.

He ended it at that, and left the room. I let out a long breath that I hadn't realize I'd be holding in this whole time. I was still in complete shock from last night; the race, killing that man, kissing Justin.

Hanging out with boys most of my life, I wasn't the typical teenage girl. I was used to all that hard ass shit boys would do; play sports, ride dirt bikes, get into punch-ups etc etc. A guy had never beat me up or anything but I've had my fair share of throwing a few fists so I was fairly well used to this violent stuff, except killing. I had never killed anyone before, until now. To be honest I feel like it won't be the last time.

Also while hanging around these guys, and I can't lie many of them were attractive, I never dated any of them. To me they were like my brothers and my family, you wouldn't go out with your brother would you?

Somehow, Kaos has become my new family. As much as I'm growing to be part of their family, Justin is different. He's not treating my like just one of the others. He's been all soft with me whenever I'm around, except with them stupid drugs or alcohol in his system.

When he pulled me in to kiss me, I couldn't escape his embrace. Not because I couldn't, but because everything in me was telling me to stay. I felt safe. It definitely stopped me from panicking let me just sat that.

So quickly I've gained too much trust for this one boy, and I don't know if it's a good thing or bad thing. He did tell me to forget about the kiss, it probably meant nothing to him anyways.

After shaking away the stupid thoughts that flowed through my mind, I checked the time of 6:53am before drifting back into a deep, well needed sleep.

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Mel💕