If I Die... (Final Ending to Deadly in Love)

Chapter 2

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Chapter song: Dive In by Trey Songz
(Justin's pov)
I took off all of Christie's clothes along with mine then threw the pillows and blankets off the bed. I kissed her deeply as I slid myself inside her, putting on a condom first.
"Mmmmm, Justiiin"
She moaned in the kiss. Her back arched as she adjusted to me. It didn't even take long anymore for her to adjust. I grinded on her and placed her legs on top of my shoulders before starting to pound on her.
"Fuck, oh Justin! Fucking shit! It feels so good! Don't stop!"
She screamed as I pleasured her roughly.
"I know, baby. Fuuuck-ing hell"
I grunted while I had her against the wall.
"Cum for me, babe. Do it now"
I groaned and hit her harder.
"Mmm-ohhhh-Juustiiinnn"
She came, then I lifted her up, got off the bed, then pushed her against the wall.
"Jump"
I ordered. She jumped in my hands and clung onto me. I put myself in her again and started humping her, using the wall to increase the force.
"C'mon baby. Cum for Justin"
I groaned as she screamed in pleasure. She feels so good.
"Shit Justin I'm so close!!"
Christie moaned loudly. I was using so much force that my left hand went straight into the wall, and the wall was cracking on my right.
"OOHH Justiiiiiin"
Christie came again and rested her head on my shoulder, catching her breath. I took my hand out of the wall and shook off the dust and dry paint.
"Are you ok?"
She asked breathily.
"Better than ever"
I smirked and led her to our room. We got ready for bed then slipped in bed.
"Let's get some rest now, bae"
I spooned her after turning off the lights.
"Thank you, Justin"
She kissed my cheek.
"For what?"
I mumbled tiredly.
"Pleasing me"
She giggled quietly.
"Anytime, babe"
I chuckled and held her tighter.
-10am-
Ugh, my hand is killing me. Last night was a rush. Christie was in the bathroom, so I got out of bed and put on a new pair of boxers and shorts. Christie was in the shower when I came in to brush my teeth. I don't think she knew I was I here, but it doesn't really matter. After I washed up, I went take a piss. The shower stopped, and Christie wrapped a towel around herself.
"Oh crap. Justin, what are you doing?"
She jumped in shock.
"Taking a leak"
I looked at her in amusement.
"O...k"
She smiled and turned around. My phone buzzed, and I picked it up.
"Yo"
I flushed the toilet.
"Justin, bro, look at the video that the Mafias put out. It's bad, dude. I told you they're looking fo-"
"I'll check it out later"
I cut Ryan off and hung up. They're still shitting in their pants over this? It's just a stupid gang. I washed my hands and went downstairs. Christie was making pancakes as Drew sucked on his pacifier. I opened the laptop and looked up the video. When I found it, I clicked play. The video was 10 seconds long, and it showed the same hooded guy, whoever he was. They pointed to the same painting of the stick figures on the wall. This time, the stick figures' had X's as eyes, signaling they were dead. The video started off with the guy saying "ber" and laughing evilly. What the fuck is this? What the fuck does "ber" mean? I stopped to think. Hey, this video is the same as the one I saw yesterday. They must've clipped the rest off. I looked both of them up and clicked the same video from yesterday.
"You're dead, Be"
Then I played the other one.
"ber"
What the hell? Beber? My heart dropped. "Bieber". "You're dead, Bieber"
I stood up quickly, knocking over the keyboard. I was breathing hard. I realized that the drawing wasn't just any drawing. The boy was me, the girl was Christie, and the baby was....Drew. I realized I was shaking. No. This can't happen. It's over.
"Justin, are you ok? What's wrong?"
Christie held my arm.
"I-I need to see the guys...now"
I couldn't think straight. Who was the leader? Rico's dead. It's impossible.
"Uhm, ok"
Christie seemed confused.
"C'mon"
I took her hand and carried Drew in my arms. I drove to the guys' apartment building. I rushed to Khalil's door and knocked, making sure Christie and Drew were by my side.
"Justin, get in here"
Za answered the door. I let Christie and Drew go in first.
"This is a problem. Look"
I showed them the videos. It took a second before they got it.
"Fuck"
Khalil sighed.
"Can this happen?"
I faced Khalil.
"...I'm afraid so, Bieber"
Khalil shook his head in frustration.
"Why?"
I pulled my hair.
"I don't know"
Khalil sat down in thought.
"Dammit"
I went back inside and put my head down on the table.
(Christie's pov)
I went to use the bathroom. I'm not sure why Justin's acting like this. He was fine yesterday. I studied myself in the mirror. Not again. I hated my reflection. I look so boring and gloomy. I dared myself to raise up my shirt, and I regretted ever doing it. I've gotten fat and gained a lot of weight. No. How can I be happy with myself when I feel disgusting? Should I tell Justin? He always make me feel better about myself. How did I end up this bad? Was it giving birth? Was it eating too much? Whatever it was, it's not happening anymore. I dried my teary eyes and put my shirt down. My throat had a lump in it, because I wanted to cry. I've become hideous. How does Justin deal with me? When I walked back out, something was wrong. Justin had his head down on the table. I worriedly walked up to him.
"Justin, are you ok?"
I placed my hand on his back and gently rubbed it.
"Yea...baby, let's go"
He stood up and pulled me in. We left Khalil's apartment and drove back home. Justin seemed really bad. I hope he's ok. Drew was hungry. Well, it's about dinner time, so of course he's hungry. I decided to make something simple, so I made spaghetti. Plus, I know Justin likes it, so maybe it'll cheer him up a bit.
"Justin, here you go. It's your favorite"
I set the plate in front of Justin, who was sitting quietly at the table with his head down again.
"No thank you, babe"
He muttered politely.
"I put extra meatballs in it"
I stroked his soft hair.
"...Ok"
He raised his head up and started eating. I wish I knew what was going on with him. I'll ask him later. In the meantime, I fed Drew some baby food. Once Drew was finished, I put him fragilely in bed. When I entered our room, Justin was already in bed. I was dying to ask him, but I wanna wait for the right time. I changed into my night clothes, got ready for bed, then turned off the lights. I laid next to Justin and faced him to me.
"What's wrong, Justin? You've been like this all day"
I whispered while stroking his cheek.
"...It's sort of personal, babe. I'll tell you tomorrow. Let's get some sleep for now"
He wrapped me up in his arms and kissed my head.