Paths Of Paradise

Chapter 32

Justin's POV

"I want to get o-off this plane. I want to g-get off this plane. I want to get off this p-plane," Demi stuttered, pacing up and down the isle of the plane.

"Baby stop," I pleaded, halting her by taking ahold of her hand.

"I can't," she breathed, running her free hand through her hair.

"Come here," I urged, pulling her down on my lap, wrapping my arms around her waist, "We're landing in 5 minutes. We'll be fine. We're gonna be okay boo."

"I want to get off this p-plane," she whimpered.

"Shhhh I know, shhh princess," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. She immediately squeezed her eyes shut not wanting me to spot the tears that were once again building in her eyes.

"Hey look at me," I mumbled, rubbing my thumb over her cheek. Shaking her head no, she buried her face in my shirt.

"T-tell me a story," she requested, her grip on my shirt tightening.

"Okay, ummm... oh I have a good one!" I grinned, "Okay so you remember the day we took Bella to the beach?"

* * *

"Daddy! It's cold," Bella squealed, grabbing my hand as she ran away from the waves chasing her.

"It's not so bad princess, come here," I urged, propping her up on my hip before walking knee deep into the water.

"Don't dwop me pwease," she pleaded.

"I'm not gonna drop you baby, I pinky promise," she wrapped her tiny pinky around mine before wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Momma come on!" Bella shouted.

"No," Demi laughed, "I don't have someone to carry me so nope."

"Drop Momma in, Daddy," Bella smirked. She was quite the little prankster but hey what can I say, got it from the best. Walking back to shore, Bel and I thought of a game plan.

"Stay with uncle Fredo," I instructed handing her to Alfredo.

"Sneak attack," I whispered, coming up behind Demi, picking her up bridal style.

"Put me down!" she screeched.

"Ehhh let me think about it," I sighed, "nope."

"I swear if you drop me no sex for a month," she threatened, clinging to me as we stood in the water. Looking back I spotted Bella holding Fredo's iPhone up, filming us while cheering.

"Wave," I mumbled, kissing Demi's cheek. As soon as she loosened her grip around my neck and waved I dropped her into the water before sprinting back to shore.

"JUSTIN DREW BIEBER I HATE YOU!" she shouted, coming back up.

"Good job Daddy," Bella giggled, giving me a high five.

"Oooh she's piss- angry," Fredo laughed, correcting himself before he said the word 'pissed' in front of Bella.

"I'm going to kill you," Demi bellowed, slapping my arm as she stood in front of us soaking wet from head to toe.

"It was Bel's idea," I hid behind Fredo quickly.

"Sowwy Momma," Bella giggled.

"You guys are gonna get it. Just watch out," she warned, grabbing a towel before changing into her clothes. Luckily she was in her bathing suit when I dropped her into the water. I changed Bella really quick before tugging my own shirt on.

"Who wants ice cream?!"

* * *

"Do you still have that video?" Demi questioned, adjusting her position on my lap.

"Hmmm," I hummed, pulling out my phone. My background was the picture we posted on instagram of our family when we let the world know what was going on. Typing in my password I quickly found the video.

"Hey Bel, say hi to momma, and daddy," Fredo's voice boomed through the speakers as Bella came into view.

"Hi," she grinned, waving her tiny hand.

"Where are we?" Fredo asked.

"The beach!" Bella screeched, her infectious smile never leaving her face.

"What's daddy doing?" he urged.

"I told him to dwop momma in the water! Uncle Fredo, I film?"

"Of course princess, here you go," The camera was shaky for a few seconds before Demi and I came into view.

"Go daddy!" Bella's voice squealed. The video went on for another minute or so before it came to an end.

"I miss her so bad." Demi whispered.

"I do too." I sighed, gripping Demi's hand as the plane hit the ground.

"Guys I hate to interrupt this moment but we really need to get off this plane," Eddie mumbled.

"Let's go," I whispered, my arms not leaving Demi's waist as we followed Kenny into some kind of private room. The TV hung in the corner playing quietly. We sat in silence for a while, Demi and I just holding each other before suddenly a familiar picture popped up on the screen.

"Dad! That's the picture that was on Fredo's camera!" Demi gasped.

"Shit." I whispered turning up the sound on the news.

"...Sources tell us that this man has murdered 6 young girls within the past 2 months in the Los Angeles area. We'll update you on this story as we get more info."