"Let her go!" I screamed slamming my body against the door again. He read me my rights and all that shit but I'm focused on Brooke's cries. I slammed my shoulder against the door, wanting to break out to be with her. "Justin!" She cried and my heart ached in my chest. The officers were trying to coax her into the car, but she was crying and screaming. I pressed my face against the glass, looking for Brooke's petite body. I hissed in pain, but the officer didn't pay any attention. I'm shoved relentlessly into the back of the car, my head banging against the roof. Scotch ordered and I fought in the police officer's grip, trying desperately to break out of their grip and rip Dr. "I'm gonna fucking kill you!" I lunged at him, but I was held back by an officer. He ordered me to take you down, and look, I have!" He stepped closer to me, whispering so only I could hear. There was no money, Bieber." He laughed, shaking his head. "You're a lot dumber than people think you are. "Good luck getting your money back, fucking douche!" I screamed at him and he only laughed. My eyes widened in realization, he fucking framed me. " Yes, this is the man who kidnapped Brooke from our hospital facilities." Scotch stepped out of one of the cop cars. "Brooke, sweetheart, we're here to save you." A lady whispered, and I clenched my jaw at her. I may be Justin fuckin' Bieber, but you can't prove jack shit." I spat in his face. "You've got no fucking proof." I hissed, "I admit to nothing. Also, for kidnapping, assault, and resisting and injuring an officer." "You're under arrest for the murder of approximately one thousand and ninety eight citizens. His pathetic body dropped to the ground and I stood in front of Brooke's body, shielding her away. I lifted my knee up, hitting him square in the face. I swung my handcuffed fists from around my back, hitting him in the stomach. This caused me to snap, "don't fucking touch her!" I yelled, lunging forward and breaking out of their grip. Another male cop grabbed her from behind, pinning her wrists together. "Let him go!" She screeched for me, but I just shook my head. "Ow!" I heard a female cop screech and I realized Brooke has swung out of her grip by elbowing her in the stomach. The cops swarmed me, and I felt the cold, pinching metal of handcuffs being placed on my wrists. Telegraph Avenue (Oakland by Lloyd) - Childish Gambino
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