Let Me Love You

She let out disgusted noise and rolled her eyes at me, “You probably don't even understand what the concept of loving someone even is, Justin. You keep me locked here in your house and don't let me leave. You don't take me anywhere. You barely communicate with me and you expect me to like you?” I watched her sit up in bed and swing her legs over the side as she looked into my eyes, “You're fucking beautiful, Justin Bieber, but you're fucked in the head. This?” She motioned around the room, “This isn't the way to get me to love you, or even like you for that matter. I've slept next to you every single night for the last how many days and we both lay awake, holding our breaths because you aren't even trying.”

I had to interrupt her, “I didn't want you to feel like I was forcing myself on you.” The frown didn't leave my face as she continued speaking, to say I was confused by her what she said would be an understatement. She wanted me to try?


4. 06-27 - One more chance

~Justin's Point Of View~

I haven't seen her in 3 days, but every single second for the last 3 days, she's been on my mind. She's even been in my dreams. I made a mistake. The hugest mistake I think I've ever made. There's no way she'll ever trust me again. And there's no way she'll open herself up to me again. I want her, but I've screwed up so bad this time. How could I have told her I wasn't attracted to her and that I wasn't interested in knowing her? I swear, sometimes I'm the stupidest person on this damn planet. Karla entered the room at that moment and sat down across from me on the couch.

“Why you lookin' like that?” She asked, a knowing look in her eye.

I couldn't help by roll my eyes, “You were right. I regret it all. And I have no idea how to fix it.”

“Man, I don't know what to tell you, JB. She's not even been picking up my calls or coming into work. I think she quit,” Karla shrugged and the knot in my stomach got a little tighter. I have to fix this, but I have no idea how to. Without a word, I stood and practically ran out to my car. I tore out of the driveway and headed immediately towards her house. I sat outside her house for a few minutes, trying to get the courage to go to the door. I finally took a deep breath and got out, heading up the walk-way to her house to ring the bell. It was only a moment before she answered.

“Can I help you with something?” She cocked an eyebrow at me, her hand resting on the door, ready to slam it in my face.

“I'm sorry,” I apologized and I truly meant it, “I shouldn't have said that stuff to you. It wasn't true. None of it. I just...hesitate to get close to people.” She stared at me for a minute before speaking.

“I'm probably risking my life by saying this, because you very well could just decide to shoot me right here on the spot, I'm not interested. I was. I wanted to get to know you and I was even willing to overlook the fact that you kill people for sport, but I don't like inconsistent people and you've proven to me that you're inconsistent. I've already quit my job so that I won't run into you or Karla anymore and I will do my best to stay out of your way. I wish you nothing but the best, Justin.” With that, she shut the door in my face. Of course, being the man that I am, I tried the knob and it was unlocked. So, I entered, picked her up and threw her over my shoulder as I took her to my car and buckled her into the seat.

“What the fuck are you doing, Justin?! Where are you taking me? I told you I'm done!” Well, she's obviously pissed, but by the time I'm done with my plan, she'll be in love with me, “Are you seriously just not gonna tell me where you're taking me?”

“I'm taking you back to the house,” I said simply, “If you won't give me a chance willingly, then you'll be forced to give me a chance if you're locked in my house with no way to escape.” I am fully aware this plan is fucked up, but I never said I did things the normal way. Besides, I get what I want and I want her. She wanted me once and she'll want me again.



~Krystal's Point Of View~

He seriously has me locked inside of his house. I've tried all the doors and all the windows and every time an alarm goes off. This is fucking insane. JUSTIN is fucking insane. I can't believe he kidnapped me, yet again, mind you. If he didn't still scare me a little, I would've put up more of a fight, but he's unpredictable and I don't want to be the one to set him off. He has another thing coming if he thinks this is the way to get me to fall in love with him though. I don't even have my own room here, which means my choices are the floor or his bed. I may be stubborn, but I refuse to sleep on the floor. The minute he tries to fondle me though, I will kick and punch him until it hurts. Apparently he sent Karla to my house to grab some of my things after having me make a list. I'm still not sure how long he plans on keeping me here, but if I get the chance, I will escape. I grabbed the pillow off of his bed and put my face in it while I screamed in frustration. It faded some when I realized that the pillow I was holding was his and it smelled just like him. I don't know how it's possible to hate someone so much and want them so badly at the same time. It's like a continuous roller coaster of emotions and as of right now, I'm never gonna be able to get off this ride. My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and Justin making his way inside. I didn't greet him, but I'm sure the look on my face said enough.

“Hey Beautiful,” He approached the bed, sitting down beside me and holding a gift in his hands, “I know you're mad at me Princess and I'm so sorry. I got you this,” He held the gift out to me. I held his gaze for a moment before taking the present and unwrapping it to reveal a necklace made entirely of diamonds and platinum. It must've cost him a fortune.

“Thank you,” I said softly, closing the velvet box and handing it back to him, “It's beautiful, but it's pointless for me to have it when I'm being held captive in your home with nowhere to wear it. Not to mention, you can't buy my affections, Justin.”

“I'm not trying to buy your affections,” He was frowning at me, “I just wanna make you happy. I want you to like me again. I want another chance to get to know you. I don't know how to get you to understand that.” I just stared at him blankly. He can't possibly think this is normal, can he?

“You could always let me go,” I suggested.

He frowned again and looked away from me, “If I do that, you'll run and I'll never see you again. You wouldn't be willing to spend any time with me.” He met my gaze again.

“You're right,” I shrugged, “But normally, when you kidnap a person, they're not gonna fall in love with you and give you what you want. It may be easy to stray a child's thoughts into believing they love their captors, but I'm a strong minded woman.”

“I know you are, that's why you're so valuable to me. I want you. I wanna make you happy and I wanna get to know you inside out. I just want you. All of you.” He was speaking from the heart.

“Well, this isn't the way to get that to happen, Justin,” I rolled my eyes at him and he stood from the bed, punching the wall above the bed, creating another hole.

“You're so damn frustrating! I just wanna love you!” With that, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him and leaving me to think about his words.

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