A few chapters would be Justin's point of view. Enjoy, my little monkey babies. :)

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Justin's P.O.V.

I took in a deep, calming breath and heaved slowly. I looked up to see those desperate brown eyes staring back at me. It held pure nervousness. My both hands were gripping the sides of long mirror. Whatever that reflected back at me was what were really in me; the real me. I never chose the criminal life. It all happened because of one accuse.

My grips on the mirror tightened and my body tensed at the vile thought. Accused for something that I have never done made me the biggest criminal to ever walk on Earth? It was hideous for people to say that. That made me the person I was now. Society changed me for the person who I was not supposed to be.

I shut my eyes close with the hateful insults replaying in my head. My chest tightened as my palms sweated out. They called me psychopath and heartless pig. They didn't know they made me the psychopath and a heartless pig I was now. I breathed out through my mouth to make myself calm down even more. Clearly, I did learn something from the anger management class.

Hazel. She was the most beautiful lady I have ever met. She never had a single moment that she looked less beautiful than she ever was. Every time I thought of her, it just reminded me of how lucky I was when I have got to know I was her first love. I was really hoping that she would actually react better than she did when I took her away from home, but it was my anger that reacted. I should have never held a gun up to her head. She probably thought I could kill her although I love her.

My chest tightened again. Will I ever get the chance to tell her I love her? It was not even regular story where you just meet and you fell in love with each other and then, they live happily ever after. It had to be the criminal and the innocent that have never met properly or have a romantic date or even a perfect kiss.

The accuse shot right up my head and my grips tightened even more. My breathing quickened as I opened my eyes slowly and I looked up to something that reflected torment flashing above my dull eyes. I did not kill him. I let go off my grip on the sides of the mirror and held my head instead, shaking it vigorously.

"I did not kill him, I did not kill him, I did not kill him!" I let out all of my anger feelings when suddenly somebody held me tightly from the back. I couldn't contain them to myself anymore. I knew I should not have let the truth out, but I couldn't keep the broken pieces inside me and cut myself even deeper. Scooter patted my back trying to calm me down.

"I did not kill him, Scooter!" I bawled my eyes out as I tried to get out of Scooter's grip violently. Something has gotten into me and I had to let it out; and so I did. "I did not kill Hazel's father, Scooter! It was him! It was Shane, that cruel back-stabbing bastard killed him! It was not me, it was not me!"

Scooter was really shocked on the words I just split out. He let go off the tight grip around me, pushed and held his hair back, stunted. It felt good to scream it out loud, but it wasn't good enough until I tell the truth to Hazel, and I will have to do it tonight. I had to; she must have had to think me as the killer of her own father and I did not want that thought to long in her head.

"What do you mean?" Scooter inquired, still surprised. "You mean...your f-first murder—"

"It was a lie," I breathed out, angry, hot tears still flowing out of my eyes. "It was that two-faced sick! I did it because we were best friends! I had to cover his ass for a murder! And that's when I knew I had the accuse for the murder of my own love of my messed up life's father."

One of the backstage men came into the view and looked awkward to see us in our horrific condition. He handed me over a microphone and told me to recheck if it works. I gritted my teeth, kept myself sane from not throwing the microphone right at his face. I saw the green light and showed a thumbs up to him before rushed him out of the place. I did not want my anger issues to not be overcome.

Scooter looked uncomfortable and that made me even more scared before I asked, "Is everything okay, Scooter?" Supposedly, he was to ask me that question, but it had to be the other way around. He seemed to be thinking hard before I asked him the question and snapped him out of trance.

He took a deep breath before saying, "Please don't do anything stupid. We had to finish the show and then you have a whole week to yourself before we fly off to Melbourne." He began to try and make himself calm, and then he declared, "Don't do anything stupid." He emphasized every word slowly and I grew out of patience.

"Tell me, Scooter!" I demanded him as my anger started to take over me again. I couldn't help, but feel extremely afraid of what he was going to say next. When he finally did, I wished I could have not heard them.

"Hazel is here with...Shane, the Shane," Scooter said those words carefully before quickly saying, "Please, don't do anything—"

My microphone dropped out of my hand and it felt like as if my whole world just stopped spinning and decided to crash immediately. My heart was clenching really hard and my throat went dry. I gritted my teeth as my anger took over me completely. Scooter picked up the microphone and handed it over to me. Even the loud noise did not bother me, but somebody was going to die real soon and I was pretty sure it was Shane.

"No, no, no—" Scooter tried to calm me, but it was just really hard when my anger level risen up to my head.

I screamed furiously, "She's here with another guy who's about to die tonight!" and meant every word I said.

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I decided to finish it off at the chapter 60. The longer, the better, I know. :( But your favourite girl is starting college soon and I won't ever want to let you guys to wait too long, so I decided to shorten this story. :((

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10th of May, 2017.