Obsessed. (Bieber)

"What do you want from me?" she asked as her eyes finally met mine, I licked my lips giving her a small smile, "I just want you to love me.."

It's about Biebeeeer, u know ;-)

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7. Chapter 7.

Ileana Renee.

A week.

An entire week. One whole week. Seven days. 168 hours.

It's been a week since Jason kidnapped me. He hasn't abused me, he's extremely nice to me, sometimes a little too nice.

I sighed, tossing and turning in Jason's king size bed that I never get tired of. I haven't left this room for about four days, besides to shower, maybe even eat. I don't talk to Jason, I try to avoid him as much as possible even though he's always on my ass. What am I suppose to talk to him about?

'Oh Jason, tell me more about how you stalked me to death, I would really love to her about that!'

No. Besides, he's been in his office the whole time when he's not checking up on me, wich has given me alone time as I need.
Sometimes he'll just randomly barge in and wake me up, worrying that I'm sleeping to much, wich is true.

I sighed, as I let my legs dangle over the edge of the bed, running my hand through my messy hair and licked my dry lips. I opened the door walking down the dark hallway letting out another sigh. I slowly jogged down the stairs and into another hallway. God, this place is huge. Jason gave me a tour of his house, but I spaced out through most of it. I just know that there's several rooms where I'm not allowed in no matter what. His basement is basically an arcade and he has an indoor and outdoor pool, that he won't let me go in alone because he knows I can't swim. Upstairs behind this huge painting is this door, that leads into a room where I'm suppose to stay if he ever need to leave me alone, wich would never be. I've never gone in, but he told me about it.

'McCann'

I read the dark black letters on the double doors, I didn't bother knocking as I opened the door seeing Jason quickly looking up, realizing it was me, he shoved his papers in a drawer where I couldn't see anything.

"Ileana, baby, knock next time.."

He sighed, rubbing his forehead as I took a seat in his leather couch taking a look around his office wich was very nice might I add. Then my eyes fell on him, he looked tired. His eyes were slightly red, and I had now just noticed he was begginning to let his moustache grow out. I prefer him without facial hair.

"What are you doing?"
I asked, leaning over to see the papers only to have him slang his huge hands over the papers blocking my view.

"Stuff that your fragile little ears don't need to hear."

A small smirk was on his lips as he spoke. I am not fragile, I am clumsy that's for sure, bur fragile? Maybe mentally.

"Jason, I'm tired of being inside, can't we do something?"

I asked as I chewed on my bottom lip, my voice was so quit, I felt so weak under his gaze. I guess, I really am terrified of what he's capable of or that he might snap any moment and kill me.

"Like what baby girl?"

He asked, lacing our fingers together. By now, I learned not to pull away from him, it only makes him angry. He looked at me as if I was the only girl in the universe when we were alone. I shrugged my shoulders, licked my lips.

"Perhaps.." He pursed his lips as if he was thinking. "Is there anything I can buy you?" He asked me.

"No!"

He seemed shock but how loud my voice was, I quickly shook my head feeling a rush go to my cheeks.

"I mean, I don't want you to spend your money on me."
I explained, he gave his beautiful smile before slightly shaking his head.

"I love you, Ileana, of course I'll spend my money on you! You deserve all my attention."

He replied trying to make eye contact with me wich I refused, because I knew that if I looked into those caramel honey brown eyes I'd fall into a trance. His eyes are beautiful, he's beautiful. I hate that I think about my kidnapper like that.

"You don't have to, I just-"

"No it's okay, go get ready, so I can take you out."

I furrowed my eyebrows confused.

"But, won't people see me?"

I wouldn't try to run, there's really no point in running away from him, he'd just catch me and punish me like he said.

"You're missing in Texas, we're in Las Vegas."

He informed me. I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach, how long had he drugged me back in the car? Now there's even a less chance of anybody finding me.

I nodded, as I squirmed out his grip sending him a fake smile.

Since I'm going to be here for a while, why not try to enjoy it? I mean, he does get me whatever I want even if I don't ask, he's super nice, he attractive as fuck. Call me crazy, but I think I might be lucky, he could've been abusive like every other kidnapper. I do wish I could go home, trust me.

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