"I wasn't asking about you." I screamed at him.
"oh yeah, not what I heard."
"well trust me, I wouldn't make my life revolve around some stupid, arrogant, manwhore anyways." I felt the rage inside of me with that last sentence.
I walked away with my head held high, no regrets, nothing. It felt like a ton of brick had been lifted off my shoulders, I had relief from him.
He ran up and grabbed my arm tightly, I tried to jerk away but his grip only got tighter. "Let go of me I'm going home!" "No you're not!" and with that, everything went black.

This story contains racing, drinking, drugs, and alcohol. Other celebrities and Justin's friends will be featured. This story is full of twists and turns that you won't see coming.


7. Chapter 6

   My head was pulsing, from the front to the back. I went to go place my hand on my forehead but was restricted. I started panicking and looking around. I was in a dark room that looked like it was made out of cement. (like a cement basement...mkay[: ) I was sitting in a chair, hands tied to the chair, ankles tied to the chair. There was no escaping. 

    Footsteps were slowly approaching from the doorway and that's when I played I was still out. The door opened and that's when the person walked up right in front of me. Thoughts ran through my head of to defend myself, play like I'm still out, or scream. The person softly touched my cheek and ran down to my chin. They lifted my face to the dim light and pushed my head back. They walked away and that's when I opened my eyes to see who it was. I couldn't make out exactly, I could only tell it was a slender male wearing all black. I quickly closed my eyes when he took a seat on the chair in the corner. He was softly humming as he began playing music from his phone- so sick by ne-yo.

    After a few minutes passed the song he was now lightly singing changed to an usher song. I quietly moaned playing I just woke up. I looked at him in the corner, the light only revealing half of his face, his dark sharp eyes focused on me and nothing else. He slowly began to stand up and make his way over to me, keeping his music playing on the chair, he bent over right in my face.

"Hello shawty." he made the inches between us smaller, cocking his head slightly to the right, "How was your little nap?"

I puckered my lips and spit right on him. He stumbled back and wiped his face. More anger in his eyes,  his jaw clenched, and hands in fists, this sight was very familiar.

"You clearly haven't learned you little bitch!" He yelled.

"And you clearly haven't learned that you don't scare me you little prick!" I shot back.

"Want me to make you scared?" he was holding my chin up and his other hand held high.

I yanked my chin out of his hand, defensless, "You wouldn't."

"Try me."

One second later my cheek burned and he was a few steps back. I couldn't cry I couldn't look weak. Never. Not again. I took a deep breathe then locked eyes with him again. I spit on the ground seeing blood go with it.

   "You hit like a girl."

He walked back over and took a swing at the other side, this time not a slap but a fist. I spit more blood on the ground. He was rubbing his hand like he just got done with work.

"You proud? This make you feel like a man?" I shot at him.

He stormed over and got in my face, "This doesn't scare you? None of this?"

I leaned more into his face, "Do I look scared?"

The door slammed open, "Bizzle we need you, now." he dropped his hand from my face and he began walking out. "See you later shawty." he winked and the door shut. The music from his phone still playing sent me into a sleep. 

   Through my sleep I felt myself being picked up and carried, hands and ankles still tied. I was placed gently down but never woke up. The next morning I woke up in a different room. White walls, white sheets, white curtains. Everything white, pure. There was talking outside my door. I untied my ankles then opened the doors. To big guys turned and looked at me as if they saw a ghost.

"I need to pee." I bluntly said

   Nothing was said so I simply followed the taller, wider, white guy dressed in a suit. He opened the door to a bathroom, I held my hands out for him to untie my wrists. He shook his head no.

"Seriously? You can't fucking untie my hands?! How the fuck do I pee?"

He was about to answer when a shirtless Justin walked out of his room.

"Please just shut the little bitch up."

I looked at him wide eyes.

"Like what you see babe?" he smirked.

"No, I'm just suprised you trust me....BABE"

"You know that you mention're right." he took his attention off of me, "Bill can you please-

"What no I jus--

"Sam, hush darling, can't you see I'm talking to Bill." he held his hand up to hush me.

"Bill, please inform Sam she can either pee with the door shut with her hands tied, OR, she can pee with the door open and her hands untied."

Bill nodded towards me for my answer, Justin smirked and winked.

"Shut the door."




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