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UPDATED: 23rd December 2010

In case you were wondering, yes I did change it a little. I watched the movie over and over and didn't see how Justin managed to get the gun and stay hidden beside the closet even as Francis left and Krug went back to bed. So it's changed a little!
All of the action will start in the next chapter, so enjoy this one first!

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Chapter Ten

Slowly taking off the jacket Emma gave me, I watched as she nervously wandered around the guest house lighting all the candles.

"So, um... the bathroom is in there. And, um, there should be some stuff in the medicine cabinet in case Justin starts to feel sick again, or if Abbey gets ill." She told us, before moving into the bathroom.

I lowered myself onto the couch, fingering the bandage on the side of my head. Justin sat down beside me, and hesitantly took my hand. I turned my head to look at him, but didn't smile. I just stared into his dark eyes, trying to read all the emotions in them. We kept staring at each other as Krug, Sadie and Francis followed Emma into the bathroom.

"But, um, other than that I think we're pretty well covered so unless you guys can think of anything else then I'll let you get your rest." Emma's muffled voice reached me, bringing me back to the present.

I blinked but kept my eyes closed for a second longer before opening them up. Scooting closer to Justin, I laid my head on his wet shoulder and drew as much comfort as I could from him.

"Emma, please you've done more than enough! Go, get some sleep for goodness sakes."

I felt Justin's arm wrap around my waist and his head slowly lay on mine.

"Well if you decide that you do need anything then please don't hesitate to ca-well you can't really call, so just come over."

"Will do!"

My eyes seemed to have slipped closed, but I opened them once I heard Sadie's voice saying goodbye. "Goodnight, Emma."

I raised my solemn eyes to Emma's as she walked back into the living room to leave. She froze as she entered the room, just staring at us as we sat with our heads on each others. Her eyes stayed on mine and she frowned at the intensity there.

'I'm sorry' My eyes spoke to her sadly.

"G-goodnight…" Emma stuttered as her gaze flickered between me and Justin.

"Goodnight." Justin replied politely, not moving his arm or his head.

I lowered my eyes again and she began to move out of the room. "Goodnight, Emma." I whispered.

I knew she heard me by the way she stopped on the stairs and how I felt her gaze on my face.

Once she left the house Krug and Francis came back into the living room to look out the window, while Sadie went into the bathroom. "I think she likes me." Francis spoke, smirking. He stayed by the window as Krug moved into the bedroom.

Ignoring them, I stood up stretching a little before turning back to the couch. Justin was sitting looking up at me, not moving. I desperately wanted to lie down, though I knew there was no way I'd be sleeping tonight.

"You going to lie down?" I asked Justin quietly as he continued to stare up at me.

He looked down at the couch then back at me before moving into a comfortable position and lied down. I tucked some hair behind my left ear before sitting and lying down with my back to his chest. I reached around and wrapped his arms around my waist, entwining our fingers as we lay comfortably.

It was quiet other than the rain and the wind, that and also the faint sound of Sadie in the shower.

Francis moved away from the window, his eyes watching us as he sat down in the armchair across from us. "How sweet…" He drawled before leaning his head back and looking up at the ceiling, obviously trying to coax himself into getting sleep.

I moved my eyes away from him and stared straight forward into the bedroom where Krug was wandering around.

"I love you…" I heard Justin whisper only loud enough for me to hear.

I tightened my hold on his arms and brought one of his hands up to kiss the back of it. "I love you, too…" I replied, my lips brushing against his hand as I spoke. "So much…"

His response was kissing the side of my neck before moving his head above mine.

I sighed gently and closed my eyes, just savouring the silence.

"Are you awake in there?" I heard Krug say loudly.

I kept my eyes closed and ignored him. Once I was sure he was facing away again, I squeezed Justin's hand and opened my eyes. I turned my head to look back at Justin and saw him looking forward at something. I frowned and followed his eyes. The moment my eyes set on the gun in the other room, I knew what he was thinking.

I looked back at him again, this time meeting his eyes. Slowly glancing at Francis, I was pleased to see he was asleep. I turned back to Justin and bit my lip. "I know what you're thinking." I whispered.

Justin looked away before catching my eyes again. "I… I just thought… it'd be better, for-for everyone, you know?"

I nodded in understanding and looked him dead in the eye. "Let's do it."

We waited until Sadie returned from her shower and for her and Krug to fall asleep. I bit my lip as I lay there, hesitating as I listened to the rain and lightning. Releasing my lip, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

'We can do this… w-we can end this…' I thought over and over to myself.

I felt Justin squeeze my hand, indicating he was ready. I squeezed his hand in return and gently moved his arm from my waist. Raising my head, I slowly started to push myself up into a sideways sitting position.

Suddenly there was a loud bang as a lightening bolt brightened up the house.

Realising I had let out a loud gasp as I jumped in shock, I dropped myself back down onto the couch.

"Fucking lightening!" I heard Francis' voice grumble. I immediately clenched my eyes shut, hoping to god Francis didn't realise we were awake.

Dread started to fill me, and I felt Justin's body tense when we heard Francis get up from the armchair and move around. "Fuck… I need a drink." He whispered to himself quietly. I peeked my eyes open a little to see him pick up the jacket I had worn as shelter in the rain and shrug it on.

My eyes followed him as he stumbled towards the stairs and started making his way down them.

I quietly sighed in relief and relaxed a little. "That was close…" I whispered.

Justin sighed against me and pressed his mouth close to my cheek. "They're still asleep." He told me, brushing his cheek against mine as he gestured to Sadie and Krug in the other room. "We can still do it."

I nodded, closing my eyes as I savoured the feeling of being so close to him. I slowly shifted so that I lay on my back with Justin's arm resting lightly over my stomach. Raising my left hand, I cupped his cheek gently stroking his skin.

I stared up at him with such intensity; I think he understood what I was doing.

The most smallest of smiles came to Justin's lips as he leaned down to slowly and sensuously kiss me. My lips parted to deepen the kiss as one of his hands secured itself on my hip and the other grasped my neck gently. I sighed in content as we continued to explore each others mouth passionately.

After allowing myself a few more moments in his arms, I pulled back and ran my thumb over his bottom lip. "I'm ready." I whispered, determination seeping through to my voice.

Justin closed his eyes in response and laid his forehead on mine as he nodded.

I leaned away and started to sit up, hoping there wouldn't be another interruption. I continued to breathe normally as I slipped a leg off the couch, followed by another. I swivelled my body so that I was sitting up and facing the bedroom.

Gulping nervously, I looked back at Justin as he pressed his lips together and slowly sat up as well.

I quietly stood up, my eyes fixed on Sadie and Krug's unconscious bodies. I started to make my way over to them, moving almost at a snails pace. I was careful with each footstep I took, aware of my leg still being sore and always looking down to make sure I wasn't going to step on anything.

I felt Justin creep up beside me as we both went towards the gun lying on the bedside table. As we neared it, he placed his hand on my arm casting me a look that I knew meant 'Let me do it'

Lifting my head in a slight nod, I watched as he slowly moved to the table, his head angled towards the bed as he watched for any signs of the two being awake. I had to force myself to breathe normally as Justin carefully picked up the gun before backing up.

He stopped beside me at the end of the bed and joined me in watching Sadie and Krug breathe peacefully, unaware of what was happening a few feet from them.

I turned my head and looked at Justin, my eyes starting to water as the realisation of what we were about to do came to me. 'This way it'll be all over. We wouldn't hurt anymore… Emma would understand, we'd explain it to her and she'd understand, she had to understand!' Pressing my lips together, I turned my attention to the bed as a tear made its way down my face. '… we have to do this…'

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Justin raise the gun in their direction, before moving it to point at Krug. The gun stayed that way for a few moments and I moved my head to look at him, almost begging him to do something I doubt I could.

"I can't, I-I can't do it…" He murmured, his voice so quiet I almost missed it.

He dropped his hand and looked down at the ground in shame. Realising what I had to do, I bit my lip and slid my hand onto his which held the gun. "Give it to me…" I told him quietly. He looked up at me, his eyes wide with tears as I slipped the gun into my hand.

Ignoring Justin's wide-eyed look, I turned towards the bed with my hand gripping the gun tightly. I aimed at Krug, trying to ignore my hand as it shook. My breath came quick and fast, and tears fell from my eyes. I kept it pointed at him before I scrunched up my face and whipped my hand down, almost growling in frustration.

Justin looked at me as my shoulders dropped in defeat. "We're not murderers…" I panted, as I shook my head.

He bit his lip and raised his hands to rub his face. I sighed quietly as I watched him, still holding the gun but not as tightly. He moved slowly towards me, touching my quivering lip gently before moving past me and towards the wall which held a wardrobe. He leaned back onto the gap made by the wardrobe and slowly slid to the ground.

I frowned lightly as I used my free hand to wipe away my tears. He looked up at me, raising his hand to me as he parted his legs. I kept frowning as I walked towards him, letting him pull me down so that I was settled in-between his legs.

My frown disappeared as I got comfortable, lying back on him. I placed my hand that was holding the gun onto Justin's knee, just letting it rest there.

We sat there for what seemed like hours. My head was lying back on his chest and my eyes were closed while his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist and chin tucked into my neck as he stared forward.

Something ahead caught my attention as I heard a light creaking from the floor boards.

I lifted my head up as that something came into view. Justin must have noticed it too because one of his arms tightened around my waist while the other crawled up to take the gun from my hand. We both thought it was Francis, and I got the shock of my life as I realised I was wrong.

I felt my heart flutter in my chest as both John and Emma Collingwood came into sight.

TBC…