Wanted (A Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter 5

"Carly! Get up! Their here!" Justin shakes me by my shoulders. I peel open my eyes and stare at him.

"Wh-What?" I yell, still in my sleepy haze.

"Those bad guys are here! We have to go!" He yells, pulling me up. A gun shot rings throughout the house. I jump at the sound. "It okay. We just need to get out of here." He pulls me close to his chest and walks me downstairs. Who got shot? How did they find us? What time is it? "Ryan!" He yells.

"Let's go!" Ryan yells as he stands at the door with Za and Alfredo.

"Justin!" I scream as I am being pulled away from him and slammed to the floor. A guy maybe in his twenties pins me down and punches my left cheek two times before he is ripped off of me by Justin's strong arms.

"Come on, baby. We have to go." Justin plants a small kiss on my cheek and wraps me in his arms.

"Go!" Justin screams at Ryan who is trying to drive the car away from the house. A gunshot echoes and a bullet hits the back of the car.

"See you soon, Bieber!" A male voice yells along with a bunch off slurred yells.

We're far enough away from the house now. "When did they get there." I mutter to Justin. He is still holding me in his arms like I am dying.

"Not too long ago. We tried to fight them off but they wouldn't budge. They were looking for you." I shudder at the word 'you'. "You were probably asleep for an hour."

"I want to go home." I cry into Justin's neck.

"I know, i know. But, you can't. They will find you. I have to protect you. I need to protect you." He coos, rubbing his hand on my back.

"Where are we going, Justin." Ryan asks.

"Vegas. None of Rusty's guys are there. We can rent a hotel." He responds.

"Rode trip!" Alfredo yells. I lay my head against the cold window.

"Everything will be okay." Justin whispers into my ear, making sure to leave a kiss right under my ear; sweat spot. I arch my back a little, trying to make it unnoticed. He smirks, hovering over me. I find myself staring at his lips and him staring at mine. He slowly lowers his head to kiss me but I push him away and sit up.

"Fuck." He mutters in disappointment. In me? No, in him. He wanted to kiss me so bad. He is mad, I know it. I put my head against the glass.

Let me go home.