Kidnapped by Bieber

I'm a 17 year old girl, just your every day normal girl. My name is Page, I have long brown hair and green eyes. As I walk down the street could hear someone walking behind me, to close. I turned around and saw boy a little older then me. "Um, uh, hi." I said. He pushed my arm, forcing me to look forward. He grabbed my wrists and tied them quickly. "W-what are you doing?" I asked, I was scared, confused, and ready to cry. "Be quiet and you won't get hurt." He said. He shoved me in a big black van and tied me to the seats. I stayed quiet like he said, I didn't want to get hurt. A tear rolled down my cheek and another one followed. He put a rag over my mouth and I accidently breathed in. Everything got blurry and I fell asleep. *Not Famous*

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14. Chapter #14

 

 

            Page's P.O.V.

 

                  I woke up with a headache. I bit down, gritting my teeth. I scrunched up my nose, the pain was very unpleasant. I looked around to see where I was. I was in a concrete walled room, with a dirt floor. I slowly stood up to walk over to the door, then I heard a chain rattle. I quickly looked around, scared out of my wits, thinking someone was in the room with me. No one. I looked down and saw a chain, clamped to my ankle. I took a deep breath in and sat back down. I huddled in the corner and started crying. My stomach started to growl. I realized I hadn't eaten for a day or two, and something gave me a feeling I wouldn't be eating for a while. Then, the door to the cold concrete room started to creek open. I looked up shocked, scared of what might happen. "Get comfortable, your gonna be here for quiet a while." A man smirked. "W-why are y-you d-doing this t-to m-me?" I whimpered. "I can't tell you that, but Jeremiah can." The man said. He closed the door as he walked out. I was left there, sitting in the cold dark room, scared of what my future holds. What are the chances, getting kidnapped, and pulled away from your other kidnapper? Kidnapped twice in a month? My life sucks! I sat there, crying, crying for what seemed like hours.

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