Bizzle imagines

22. On the run(cute,meaningful)

Imagine based on Part 2 On The Run by Jay-z and Beyoncé.

Justin POV

"A toast to our success" I cheer raising my bottle of champagne.

My girlfriend Y/n sat beside me with her own bottle. "Cheers" she beams and clinks my bottle with hers.

We are sitting under a busy bridge, drinking our victory away.

My handgun sat on the rock beside my hip, coal black and dangerous.

We shot open our champagne bottles, corks flying into the fast, cold river below our feet.

It's mid morning and we just succeeded in robbing a bank. I'm proud of y/n, she's the only one who understands me. Understands the reason why I'm a criminal and why I love the lifestyle of it. The adrenaline and hype.

That feeling when your speeding off in a stolen car, cops chasing after you. Nothing beats it. Nothing conquers the rush of it.

I watch her lean back and chug the bottle. She was a good girl, until she met me. She fell in love with the bad guy. And I always believed she would fall in love with a hero. But no she sits beside me, holding my heart and gun.

Her family discouraged her once they found about me. Justin Bieber, the deadly criminal. It was either her family or me...she chose me.

At first I didn't allow it. I felt bad for allowing her to fall in love with me. After all I'm a criminal, I don't deserve love, I abandoned it a long time ago.

But she brings the best out of me. How does she do it? My family never could nor my hometown friends. So of course I left them.

My first taste of rebellion was when I stole a pack of cigarettes from the corner store when I was 12. Ever since then, I crave for more.

Now I'm just a man killing, vicious machine. I feel bad taking her innocence from her but then again I don't. Just watching her it seems like she doesn't belong in my world.

She stands up on the rocky Canadian beach swaying lightly side to side. I can't let her get drunk, so I take the bottle from her and she pouts.

I always thought my heart was a dark, diseased mess but respect and love pours out for her and her only.

Everyone one I used to be in contact with, has vanished from my life. They kept there addresses and numbers private from me. I don't know where any of them are right now, not even my parents.

At 16 I left the nest and fended for myself. I got involved with some gangs and drugs, that was just the beginning. I was just getting started.

I'm 20 now and I live for blood and war, but I also live to make y/n happy and safe. She's the only thing left in my life, I don't want her gone too.

It's cold and foggy out today but we wanted to have some adventure, robbing a bank was it. She took the hostages while I stuffed the bag full of cash, who knows how much. Sirens were heard and we darted outside, pulling a man out of his black Chevy and took off before they caught up too us.

We snuck into a alley, leaving the car behind and dodging into our secret hideaway. It's located in the back of a abandoned brick building. The cops don't know where we are, no one knows where we are.

Bringing a couple bottles of booze from our fridge we walked down to this river. I sit on this rocky beach with my arms on my pulled up knees, sipping my champagne bottle.

Y/n is too the left of me stumbling a bit while bending down to pick up pebbles.

Were wanted but they don't know our faces, they don't know nothing about us. We seem like any other citizen on these streets.