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Chapter 23

~*In the Tour Bus:*~

“YO! What’s going on?” AJ shouted as the bus stopped abruptly

“Holy---“ Brian cried out. Two masked men entered the bus

“Hello Backstreet Boys,” One of them grinned.

“Yo…don’t give us any trouble…” AJ said. Their bodyguards were in the other tour bus. The driver stared, horrified.

“Where’s the blonde one?” Jonathan cried

“NO! Not Nick!” Brian cried. He shoved the guy

“Yo…get out of the f*ckin bus!” AJ shouted. Kevin punched one of the guys. He took out a gun. Kevin stopped. The tour bus was silenced

“Now…I SAID…where’s the BLONDE one?”

“He’s not here,” Brian said

“Bull shit! Where is he then?” They began searching the bus. Kevin and AJ tried to stop the first robber. He hit AJ in the face with his gun. AJ sailed to the floor. The driver called 911 from his cell phone.

~*In the Bathroom:*~

Nick leaned against the door “Rachel…I love you so much, please, take me back,” he said to the mirror “I’d rather die right now if I knew that I can’t spend the rest of my life with you,” He choked.

The door banged open “So blondie? You’d rather die?” Robert asked

“Who the hell are you? Get the hell out!”

“Who’s Rachel? She some sexy chick you’ve been sleeping with?”

“What? FUCK YOU! Get the hell out! And don’t even talk about her!”

“Ooooh…this one’s a sassy mouth, he ‘loves’ Rachel…we’d better not hurt her!”

Nick stared “Leave me alone!” He cried

“Leave me alone,” the other one mimicked.

Robert took out his gun “Now pretty boy, I want you to hand over your f*cking wallet, that’s all I want…so hand it over,”

Nick stammered “I don’t have it with me….it’s…”

“Bye bye,” Robert sneered. He held his gun to Nick’s heart.

“Get your hands up! This is the Police! Don’t move, anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law,”

“Larry,” the Police said to the other

“What?”

“These are the Backstreet Boys,”

“Oh man…” Greg, the officer cried as he handcuffed the two robbers.

“NO!! NICK!” Brian cried. He had a black eye and his shirt was torn

“Nick Carter, age 19, 9:45 PM,” the police officer wrote down after he checked his watch.

“NO!!! NO!!!” Brian shouted

“I’m sorry Mr. Littrell, he’s gone,” Larry said sadly. The ambulance arrived a few minutes later and wrapped Nick’s body up. AJ ran over to one of the robbers and punched him in the face twice. His hand started bleeding. He collapsed to the ground and started crying. Kevin cried. Howie pounded the wall with his fist

“FRACK!!” Brian shouted as they zippered Nick up. Brian moaned as he saw his last sight of Nick.