Justin's POV
I leaned to kiss Melissa when the door suddenly flew open and banged against the wall.
In the doorway, stood the woman who I've been trying to get away from.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" Britney sinisterly smiled.
Melissa froze on the spot, gripping my hand in complete fear.
"Justin...," Melissa murmured to me, eyes still on Britney,"Why is she here?"
I stayed silent, not even trusting myself with an answer of why Britney was here.
A shiny glimmer from an object, coming from Britney's direction caught my eye.
Unfortunately, Britney realized where I was looking.
"Oh you wondering what's in my pocket aren't you? Don't worry, you'll see inside Melissa very soon," She laughed with glee.
Britney reached in her pocket and pulled out an long, curved knife, large enough to seriously injure someone, possibly even kill.
"Oh my God!" Melissa screeched in fear.
Britney simply rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Oh don't so dramatic! Do you think I would kill you like that? It's not fun unless you see the victim run in fear! So, I'm giving 5 minutes to get out of here, that way we can have some actual fun!" Britney squealed.
"Are you fucking crazy?" I asked.
"No Justin, I'm perfectly normal. I just want to kill Melissa, that's all. But while you're talking to me, Melissa has less to run! Now she has 4 minutes!"
My eyes widened in fear of Melissa life again. I quick led ripped out all the tubes and picked her up.
We ran out of the room as Britney shouted behind us.
"You have 3 minutes! This is so fun!!" Britney giggled
Nurses tried to stop us as we ran from the room. Then they saw Britney holding the knife and started shouting for police and doctors.
I ran down the stairs, luckily were only on the 2nd floor.
Running through lobby, I quickly ran outside. Paparazzi were down the street, standing at the Panera Bread parking lot.
Once they saw Melissa and I, they ran like no tomorrow over to us.
I checked around, trying to locate where my car was. I then remembered that I left it at Panera bread.
I decided to run for it, we probably had 2 minutes or less now.
Something kicked in me, a little boost. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, pushing me further and further to the car.
Melissa clutched onto my arm, scared to death, literally.
I ran down the street, as fast as I could.
"Justin! Oh my God she's here! JUSTIN!" Melissa cried.
Sure enough, I turned around to see Britney, about 100 yards behind us.
When I saw the knife, I ran enough faster.
Paparazzi apparently saw the knife, and us running, so they cleared the way.
Some even tried to call 911. Police cars sounded in the distance, relief flooded over my body.
I kept running until I reached the car, jingling the keys around before they finally unlocked.
