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*


2. Chapter #2



                Page's P.O.V.


                       I woke up and found myself asleep on the boys lap. I sat up and saw he was asleep also. This is the perfect chance for me to escape, I thought. But what if he catches me? I would be breaking one of his rules. But I might as well try. I slowly crept over to the door and tried to turn the knob. It was locked. I went to go unlock it, but there was no lock. How does he lock the door if there's no lock? I thought. It's probably a remote control lock. Great, now I have to find the right remote. I walked around scanning the place, looking for the remote. I spotted one on the coffee table. I ran over and click one of the buttons. The T.V. turned on and it was really loud. I quickly shut it off and looked at the boy. He was wide awake, looking at me. He laughed a bit. "What were you trying to do?" He asked. "N-nothing." I said. I ran over to the door and tried opening it again, I pull on it as hard as I could. I felt his arms rap around my stomach, and he rested his head on my shoulder. "Remember the rules babe?" He asked. I nodded my head yes and started crying. "Please don't hurt me." I whimpered. "I'll let you off just this once." He said. He pulled away from me and turned me around. He wiped the tears off my cheeks, and leaned in and kissed me. When he pulled away I looked at the ground and cried again. "Hey, look at me." He said with a soft voice. I looked up at him like he said. "Why are you crying?" He asked. "Just l-leave me alone. L-let me go p-please." I begged. "Just go to your room." He said. "Yes Dad." I sassed and started walking away. I felt him grab my arm tightly and make me look at him. He slapped my cheek, hard. My cheek started stinging in a burning pain. I started crying harder and ran to 'my room' and slammed the door. I sat in a corner with my knee's pulled up to my chest and my head rested on my knee's and cried. This is awful! I just want to go home. I'm terrified! I heard the door open and I knew he was watching me. "Look, I don't want to hurt you, but you have to obey my rules." He said firmly. "Why did you kidnap me? What do you want from me?" I asked him with tears streaming down my cold, pink, cheeks. "Remember rule 4?" He asked. I nodded my head yes. "Your my girl now. You always will be." He said. "Why me, out of all the girls in all of California, why me?" I asked. "Because your just who I decided to choose. With those deep green eyes."  He said with a smile. I rested my head on my knee's again and tried to ignore him. He came and sat down by me and rapped his arm around me and pulled me close to him. "I'm going down stairs, come down when your ready." He said and walked out of the room. If only I could call some one... Oh my gosh! I have my cell phone with me! I reached in my pocket and pulled out my phone. I got on my call list and called the first name I saw, Skyler, my friend.


S: Hey Page, where were you? You weren't at school today.

P: Skyler, listen close I don't have much time. I need you to help me. I'm kidnapped.

S: Page, this prank is NOT funny.

P: This isn't a prank Skyler! You have to believe me I need-


   (Just then he walked into the room)


          "OFF THE PHONE! GET OVER HERE NOW!" He yelled walking over to me.


S: Wait who was that?

P: Skyler you have to help me. Please?


      He yanked the phone away from me and chucked it on the ground and crushed it. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me up. He pushed me against the wall and my head slammed into it. He eyes were full of pure rage. "Remember rule 1. and rule 2.?" He asked. I didn't reply. "Are you just trying to break all the rules in the first couple hours?" He asked me. "D-don't hurt me." I whimpered. "I-I won't do it a-again." I cried. "I-I wish you w-would just l-listen." He mocked. He punched my jaw and I could feel it throbbing as it swelled up. He pulled out a knife and lightly ran it down my unharmed cheek. I could feel the blood dripping down my cheek and falling onto my white jacket. A tear fell down his cheek and another one followed. Why was he crying? He's not the one who was kidnapped, and beat! He leaned in and gave me a long kiss. He pulled away with a straight face. "Kiss back next time. "He said, letting me go and walking out of the room. I curled up on the ground and cried. I have never had a worst day then this. I layed on the ground and cried my self to sleep.

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