Mr.&Mrs.Bieber

Prologue

Prologue

As the blood splattered across the wall all I could see was the man I love slitting someone else's throat. Breathing heavily while we both looked down at the lifeless body of our boss. I was shocked that he did that. That was illegal and not what I was expecting. My Boyfriend had just killed somebody. For what, I have no idea.

"Justin, why did you do that." I was so shook-in up inside and I didn't feel so well. I felt the nasty leftovers I had for lunch coming right back up into my throat. The chunks of spaghetti flying out of my mouth and onto the floor. Some dribbled on my shoe.

"He wasn't going to give me the promotion that I deserved!" He stabbed him one more time to the chest. Hes fucking insane. Over a damn promotion.

Justin has worked here longer than me, doing office work and such. I just came here not too long ago and he was my Aid. Helping do my work and showing me around he started getting more flirty with me. I started to pick up on all the hints he was giving me so I agreed to go out with him and he was a total gentleman. Not have I ever seen this side to Justin.

"Over a damn promotion! Justin you can go to prison for this, or get a death sentence." I started crying. I looked over with blurry eye and found Justin with a cloth wiping the knife still sitting inside of the mans chest.

"Jennifer, baby chill out. I'm not going to prison or dying anytime soon." He smirked.

Walking over to my senseless body he wiped the tears coming from my eyes. I was weak every time he touched and looked at me with that look of desire.

"I'm going out of town for a little bit. You're coming with me." He said as if I agreed but I didn't.

"What, I'm not going anywhere with you." I seethed. It's like as if time was in slow-motion or paused because I totally forgot we were in the office still in our bosses office with blood everywhere. Justin had locked the door but somebody was trying to come inside.

My stomach had dropped and I nearly couldn't breathe. All I heard was the door knob shaking to open the door. Also Justin yelling at me telling me to come on there's no time left. He grabbed my hand and we took the back door out of his office to the other hallway. Running for my life not to get caught we raced downstairs to the lobby. Guilt all over my face me and Justin got out of the office building and into his car with no disturbance.

I was nearly out of breathe when we got out to the car. Justin started the Range Rover up and we were driving towards his house. I wonder what's gonna happen know. Obviously means that we can't stay here because he just killed somebody and I was a witness. I don't wanna deal with the cops. Or go to jail.

"Get out because we're taking a different car and I'm packing some of my stuff." We got out and went inside his mansion. And he wanted a damn promotion. "We're going by your house after I get my shit packed and you're gonna pack your stuff." As I was trying to comprehend what was happening we are now entering his Fisker. Leaving his home five minutes later we arrived at mine.

I got out and unlocked my door. I wet straight for my room and packed a lot of my clothes in two duffle bags. Looking over at my dresser I saw the picture frame with a picture of me and my mom. She gave this to me before she died when I was ten years old. I packed in my bag with everything else including my hair stuff. Grabbing my purse I take one last look at my house and hop in the fancy car with Justin. My crazy insane boyfriend.

"Where are we going?" I asked scared.

"On a Spree ..." He said. And that's where our killing spree begin.

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