Stalker(Not finished)

Chapter 4

Ariana POV

I walked into the kitchen, looking for Justin. He wasn't in bed this morning.

"Justin!" I screamed his name like 10 times and he hasn't answered me.

Maybe I can escape.

I walked to the front door and found a note.

I'll be back soon, and don't try to escape babe, you know what'll happen:)

Where'd he go?

I sat on the couch with my head in my hands, thinking about last night with Justin. We almost kissed. I can't kiss him. Or fall for him. But he is cute.
Shut up Ariana, Justin kidnapped you because he is insane, because he is obsessive he is the definition of bipolar. Whatever. The sound of the door opening made me sit up from the couch.

"Justin-" Justin came in welcoming a man with a black object on his head, covering his face. "Who's that?"

"Look... Don't be mad."

"Why would I be-." Justin took off the mask and revealed a man. A man who brought me to this World and threatened to take me out of it. My father.

"Justin.." I trailed off. "W-why would you bring him here. I thought I told you to leave it ALONE!" I turned from sadness to anger. I hate him. I hate my father, and I hate Justin for bringing him.

"Ariana? Is that you?" My dad, ahem my father, slowly opened his eyes and opened wide realizing it was me.

I didn't say a word. I gave him a cold stare. Only if I could show him how much it hurt for what he did to me. Then a reflex happened.

"SHUT. UP!" I slapped  him. It was a loud one too. My father had a shocked look on his face, I was pretty shocked myself I'm not the type to hit or hurt anyone.

I looked over at Justin. He never answered me, he was standing there. It looked like he was looking into space.

"Justin."
"Justin.."
"OH MY GOSH JUSTIN!" I yelled getting annoyed.

"You want me to leave it alone? Fine." Justin starts to uncuff my father. Oh crap.

"J-Justin what are you-." He off took his handcuffs and walked away. Without saying a word. What the heck!

My father stood up, gave me the evil eye. He was about to beat me. Except he gave me the same look he gave when he almost killed me that one night.

**Flashback**

"DADDY!! DADDY STOP PLEASE!!" Obviously I was younger. I definitely don't call I'm daddy anymore. I was 7 years old. It was my birthday, my mom brought me cake but had to leave for work late so I was with my father. I ate it before dinner and my father took me upstairs to do his punishments that are like games to him. He would slap me, punch me, kick me in my stomach, and even ask me to drink alcohol to see what I do. To him I wasn't his daughter, I was a dummy.

"NO YOU. ARE NOT. SUPPOSE. TO EAT. ANY. SNACKS. BEFORE. DINNER." He yelled in between kicks.

I coughed so much, blood came out. I begged for him to stop, he had already threw me on the floor and just was torturing me since I was unable to stand up and run. I know what your thinking. Why didn't I tell my mom when she got back? Why didn't I tell her period. That's because she was killed that night. When she left for work that night, a unknown man with a gun took her life. I had no one to tell or talk to because my father took me out of school, until High School. Which was years of skipping school. It was hard for me in the beginning to learn things. And my father made it even harder because he would still hit me and I wasn't taught to tell anyone since my mother had died.