'What a typical Friday'
I thought to myself.
I was walking the cold streets of Stratford, listening to music, not caring where my feet would take me.
Mark, my now ex-boyfriend gave up chasing after me.
I probably looked insane, tears threatened to fall as I listened to the saddest music I had.
Mark was abusive, if I didn't follow his orders, he'd hurt me, yet, I love him.
I had been walking for about an hour, and I had walked into the nasty part of town.
People got raped, killed, sold drugs, etc.
I threw my hood over my head, and headed down an empty street, or so I thought.
I took one headphone out, because I thought I heard yelling.
I came closer to the voices, and hid behind a nearby building where I could hear them perfectly.
"You said you'd have the money! Where the hell is it?" One voice barked.
"I-I'm sorry, I haven't been able to get it y-yet..Justin, I'll get it, I promise" a smaller voice replied.
"You've been missing my for about, 4 weeks. You know what that means, right?" I'm guessing Justin said.
"Justin, please, I promi-" he was interrupted by a gun shot.
I tried to hold in my shriek, but I couldn't help it.
"Who's there?" Justin asked, pulling out his gun.
I hid behind the building, praying he wouldn't find me.
My breathing grew heavier as his footsteps became louder.
I shut my eyes when his footsteps stopped.
I kept my eyes closed when his hot breath could be felt against my skin.
"What are you doing in a place like this, all by yourself? Pretty girls like you could get hurt" Justin said.
"I could ask you the same" I said, trying to be brave.
"Well, I'm afraid that's none of your business" he whispered.
"Why'd you kill him?" I asked, unable to control my curiosity.
"Don't you know who I am?" he asked, backing up a little bit.
My eyes were still shut. I slowly opened my eyes, and met his caramel eyes.
"Y-You're J-Justin B-bieber" I whispered.
"In the flesh, babe" he said, smirking slightly.
"Please don't kill me" I whispered, a little louder.
"I'm not going to kill you" he said chuckling slightly.
"Please don't hurt me" I said fighting back tears, genuinely scared.
"I'm not going to hurt you either" he said, grabbing my wrist, I winced.
'Of course he grabs the arm with cuts' I thought.
"Where are you taking me?" I said as he locked me in his car.
"I can't let you go that easy" he said as if it was obvious.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"My house" he said, getting agitated.
"For how long?" I asked, looking outside the window.
"You ask a lot of questions" he said, sounding annoyed.
"Well, you basically kidnapped me, and you're not going to let me go assume, so I deserve to know" I spat.
"You're lucky you're hot" he said, ignoring me for the whole ride.