Private Life (Justin Bieber)

Chapter 36

Ana's POV

I woke up with a sharp pain in my head and a ringing in my ear. I squeezed my eyes tightly together. The light was making my head hurt more. I tried to rub my head but something my preventing me. I pulled on my wrist some more but nothing worked.

"You're going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that." My eyes shot open and faced the area where the voice was coming from. The light was only lit half of his face but I could tell exactly who it was. "Please let me be dreaming."

"Nope. It's me, baby girl, the man of your dreams," he spoke. I rolled my eyes, " more like nightmares and you have no right to call me that anymore Jared and you know that." "Come on, you use to love the way your nicknames rolled off my tongue."

"And now they make me gag," I said making an unpleasant noise. Jared came over to the bed before reaching behind him and pulling out a hunting knife. He held it up to my throat. I could feel the cold metal against my skin. "Maybe you should be a lot nicer to the man that holds your fate."

"Maybe I would be if my hands weren't tied to a bedpost," I snarked. He laughed to himself then put the knife back in his pocket. "Oh, but that's not what I heard Mrs. Bieber. A little birdy told me that being tied up turns you on," he went to the end of the bed and grabbed my ankles, "maybe I should check."

He held onto my ankles tightly and yanked me toward him. I moved around trying to free myself from his grip. "It won't be that easy darling," he growled. "It's been a while since I had a taste of you. I wonder if you're still as sweet as I remember."

"What are you doing?"

Jared turned around and scoffed, "what does it look like? I'm trying to have some fun."

"Well now is not the time for fun Jared. Go take a walk somewhere," she said. Jared let go of my ankles and left out the room before shooting each of us a nasty glare. "Are you comfortable Ana? You should be used to being tied up by now," she laughed. I rolled my eyes, " why are you doing this Britney? I thought you were over Justin."

"I know! That was such an Oscar-worthy performance. I only did so when they find your body, I won't be a suspect. Great plan right? And to think I came up with all by myself, I'm a genius."

"What is your desired outcome in all of this? Kill me and my unborn child. Justin would be so upset, he'll come running back to you?" I questioned.

"Exactly. Like you said at your engagement party. Justin was in love with me and I bet my life he still is," she answered.

I pull against the rope causing the bedpost to bang against the wall. "How about you untie me and we'll put that bet to the test?" I growled.

She smirked before raising her fist and punching me in the stomach. I let out a loud groan, I could feel hot tears tuning down my face. "Don't get smart you bitch," Brittney spat me. She brought her hand back before colliding with my face. I closed my eyes as she continued beating me. After what felt like forever, she finally got tired. I could tell my face was swelling. My mouth was filled with blood. I lead over and spit the blood at her. She jumped back in disgust. She was about to start the beating again when her phone ringed. She let out a laugh and showed me the caller ID.

"Well look who it is." She pulled out a gun and put it against my head. She held a finger to her lips. She pressed answer then put it on speaker.

"Wow, I never thought I would see your name on my phone ever again,"

"I honestly thought it would have been deleted by now. Listen, Brittney, I need you to come to see me right now." 

His voice was soft, it sounded like he'd been crying. "Justin," I whispered. Brittney pushes the barrel further into my head.