Life In The Fast Lane •JB•

41

Camilla

"You thought you could get away with this?! Huh?" He forced the knife into the back of my hand, and an overwhelming sensation of pain ripping through my veins, a scream forcing itself from my lips.

"You're a stupid bitch you know, Camilla Thompson." Clayton's eerie chuckle rang through my ears, causing every bone to ache within my body.

From the corner of the dim, musky scented room, a man tore through the farthest door, a familiar boy within his grip.

"Let him go!" I yelled in pain, my cheeks wet with tears.

Justin struggled within the anonymous man's grip, his hands tied together with a thick rope. Clayton turned his back to me, pulling a pistol out from the waist band of his jeans.

"He doesn't deserve this!" I choked out with little energy I had within me, but every word I said was ignored as if I wasn't there.

Justin's head hung low as he kneeled upon the ground, surrenduring to the dirty men that stood before him. Clayton stepped closer to his slumped body, his finger fixed on the trigger. I wanted to rip free from this metal ridden chair I was tied to, I wanted to save his life.

"Say goodbye, Camilla." Clayton snarled, his black eyes piercing through my soul.

He pressed the gun against Justin's forehead. Justin stared past the men that stood above him, his eyes burning through mine.

Bang.

I shot up from my bed, my heart beating fast and tears dried on my cheeks. "Ow, my head," Justin whined, his voice husky.

I peered over the edge of the bed, only to find Justin sprawled across the floor with the blanket wrapped around him, and his hand to his head. I let out a shaky breath, shifting from the bed onto the floor. I crouched over him, lightly pressing my hand against his head.

"I'm sorry," I cracked, helping him up onto his feet.

He squinted his eyes in pain, only to notice my faint sniffling.

"Are you okay baby?" Justin's eyes widened, his hands now on my shoulders.

"Yes. Just another one of those stupid dreams I guess." I lightly laughed, lacking humour, wiping away the remaining tears with the back of my hand. "Let me get you some ice," I reassuringly smiled, forcing Justin to sit on the bed.

Before he could respond I had already left the room, collecting a few pieces of ice for Justin's forehead from the kitchen. I quickly raced back up to the bedroom, hoping Justin hadn't had a delayed concussion or something.

But he sat on the bed, his hand still pressed against his temple, and a sensation of pain twisted on his face.

"Here." I passed him the ice, and quickly he placed it to his head, relaxing back against the wall.

"Thank you my love," he hummed, softly smiling as the pain seeped away from his expression.

I felt the blush form red on the apples of my cheeks, but luckily enough Justin's eyes were closed as he enjoyed the soothing feeling of the ice against his sore.