Kidnapped (A Justin Bieber story)

Chapter - 8

Read authors note at end please!!

Just so you know that I changed the Co-leaders name to Michael. So if you see the name Derrick please comment on that line so I can change it.

Faith's POV

Days Later

It's been a few days since those guys took me. It's funny because I got kidnapped by one kidnapper while trying to run away from another one. Well, it's not funny, just weird. I guess I could say.

Justin and I have gotten along a lot better since that night. I still don't like the guy though. If it weren't for him I probably wouldn't have gotten hurt. I hope he doesn't think I'm not going to run away as soon as my leg heal all the way. He's been gone a lot lately. Ever since that night he's been going to these gang meetings that "I cannot attend".

"Baby." Justin said, bringing me back to reality.

"Yes?" I replied.

"I'll be leaving now. I'll see you same time as usual. Okay?"

"Yeah. See you later." I replied plainly. I was currently sitting on the edge of the bed as he came and sat me on his lap.

"Don't miss me too much." He said, placing me back on the bed and grabbing his coat from his closet.

"Don't worry." I laughed. "I won't."

"Well see about that." He smiled, kissing my jawline slowly before heading towards the bedroom.

I followed behind him until we got to the living room. I opened the front door wide enough for him to walk through.

"Trying to get rid of me so soon, eh?" He smirked.

"Yup." I said popping the 'p'

"I'll always find you." He whispered in my ear before kissing me goodbye and walking out the door.

When I heard his car pull away I began walking around the large mansion. Every since that night I've been walking through the house to look at the house from to bottom. You would think I learned my lesson, but I don't like being here. I want to go home. I want to see my family. And surprisingly.... I wanna go back to school.

I couldn't explore much of the house, because there was quite a few doors that were locked.

I've checked the house over and over again and I've found nothing. The only way to get out is 1. The window. Or 2. Take a risk and run the next time Justin and I go somewhere together.

"There's no use!" I shouted to no one in particular. My voice echoed through the house as I threw my body onto the large sofa. Justin left a little late. It's about 1:30 and he usually comes back around 5:00.

I relaxed my body on the couch. There was nothing else to do than watch Netflix or something. I turned on the TV and clicked on the TLC's Cake Boss on Netflix. It wasn't one of my favorite TV shows, but it was one of the first shows I saw.

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Justin's POV

Every since Faith got hurt I've been spending most of my days trying to find out information about the East Side.

"Okay. So we know there they are staying. We know the names of the men who took your girl." Michael announced.

"Ryan Davis and Aaron Sanders. Correct?" I asked for reassurance.