Believe (A Justin Bieber Story) *COMPLETED*

Chapter 42

Kayleighs POV

“Dylan!” he yanked me out of the trunk and dragged me inside of this empty bulding. “Shut the hell up!” he spat in my face. “What the fuck are you doing!” I kicked him, he doubled over in pain but didn’t loosen his grip on me. He threw me into a chair, taping my arms down to the armrests and taping my legs together. “You made me do this!” “Me? I didn’t do anything!” I squirmed. He ran his hand on his head. “You left me. For Justin freaking Bieber.” “I didn’t leave you for Justin! I left you because you are a physco.” I spit at him. “I told Bieber he would be sorry for taking you away. I almost had you back, that was my plan all along, to come and get you back. Because I love you. Now that I have you, I can take what is right fully mine.” He walked closer to me. “I don’t love you! We are done! Do you not realize that!” I put his hand on my knee. “Baby.” I flicked my legs up. “DON’T. Call me ‘baby’” I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “I love you Kayleigh, and I want you back. I am not letting you go. You are now mine. Nothing is going to come between us.” He leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Don’t FUCKING touch me you slim bag. You really think I won’t press charges when I get out.” He laughed. “You won’t be leaving, that’s the thing.” “Justin already knows that you piece of shit took me.” “And how does he know.” “I fucking told him? How else dip shit.” He pulled his hand back, making contact with my face. “Watch your mouth!” I spit again. “Make me, douche bag.” “You’re hot when you angry.”  He laughed. Grabbing my face in his hand, holding tight. “You’re hurting me! Let go!” “Ha.” He let out a chuckle. “You’re mine, and like I said before. I’m taking what’s mine. Your virginity.” He laughed again. “I beg to differ.” I scoffed. “You wanna bet?” “Yeah, because Justin already took it.” His face grew angry. I felt as if I needed to go on, in detail. “Not once, but 3 times. He was gentle, and sweet. He took his time. It was perfect.” I saw in his face that he was almost at his boiling point. “Oh and remember the bed we had our first kiss? That where he fucked me. Right there. And in the shower. Oh boy was he good.” He didn’t say a word. “We did it last night too. I have to say, he really knows how to make a girl scream his name, numerous times.” I smirked. “That’s enough!” he shouted in anger! “How did you find me anyway…” “I went to your house, the alcoholic answered.” “Take it back…” “What? Is that a sensitive spot for you?” I sat quiet, clenching my jaw. “Well, I asked her if you were home, and she said no you were in NYC with Justin. So I left right away. I saw Justin’s tweet about going out with his,” he used air quotes, “’Beauty’ and I remembered how much you always said you wanted to go shopping at Macy’s. You just walked into my little trap.” He put his hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb. I violently turned my head. “Get your hands off me. I don’t love you. I love Justin and only Justin.” He scoffed, running his hand up my leg, up my stomach, pulling off my cardigan. “Stop!” I screamed. He didn’t he pulled off my crop top, leaving me in my bra. “Why didn’t you ever show me this body?” he laughed, licking his lips. “Because I didn’t love you like I love Justin.” I knew that one burned. “You are a bitch do you know that?” “Well, Justin was being pretty dirty last night. So, yeah.” Again, I felt his hand make contact with my face; I turned with the gesture so it didn’t cause as much pain. My cheek began to sting. “He shouldn’t have done what he did.” “And what did he do?” “He stopped my chances of being with you.” “No Dylan, you did that.” He moved his face closer to mine. “Why don’t you love me? I could give you anything you want.” “Because, you need help. Example A. You kidnap me and tie me up here. You are crazy! And Justin makes me happy. Happier then you ever could.” “Please forgive me Kayleigh.” “Are you serious right now! You want me to forgive you! No!” He placed his hand on my breast. “I didn’t mean it.” I swung my legs up, nailing him in the lower leg. “Ow! Bitch!” “Like I said, I’ve heard the on before. Last night.” He pulled down my bra strap.