King |Justin Bieber|

Chapter 19

                  |Sierra's P.O.V.|

                ∆One Month Later∆

Everything had been going perfectly. Justin seemed to be the happiest person through this time of having me with him, and I could finally say, I was happy. He was incredibly understanding with everything I did, and so loving. Every day I'd wake up and he'd be in the best mood ever, we didn't argue, and we didn't disagree on things. And I think it was because he understood me now.

He was currently at work and had been gone for a while now. Normally he'd come back the latest at 10 but tonight he hadn't come back yet and had called me to say he'd be an hour or so late so I didn't worry. As I made was about to go upstairs I couldn't help but notice the metal cold door down the hall that I had seen Justin go in very rarely but he never told me what it was. It was always locked.

My curiosity getting the better of me, I walked across with small steps to the metal large door. I looked down at the little screen that displayed numbers that you needed to use to get in to whatever there was behind the door.

With a deep breath I let my fingers touch the screen typing in a series of codes that might of worked and were commonly used, but none of them worked. Finally just as I was about to give up an idea came to my mind, my birthday.

It seemed crazy to even think Justin would have my birthday as the code but I knew the password to his phone was my birthday too, so maybe that was it.

With a deep breath I tapped the numbers of my birth date and stood back in complete shock to see a green light flicker before the door opened. I slowly stepped in to see a set of steps, around 3 or 4. It was cold down here, but not to the point were I was shaking.

I went down the steps and as I got to the last one, the lights flickered on. My eyes widened as I looked ahead. On each side of the walls were guns, grenades, everything. I hadn't ever seen so many guns but there was so much. Hand guns, big guns, snipers, whatever else. They were all here.

I was so lost in thought I hadn't realised the front door had closed.

"What are you doing here?" The deep voice of Justin appeared and I instantly flinched at the harsh sound of his voice. Slowly turning around I swallowed hard as he stared down at me, his eyes dark and jaw clenched I could almost feel the anger radiating of him.

"I was- I er- I just-" he cut me off "I told you Sierra. I told specifically to never go near this room without my permission. " I instantly remembered when I asked him about this door and he said I was to never speak of it or ask to go in it.

"I know I just-" he took a hold of my wrist and dragged me up the steps and out of the room. Slamming the metal door closed the sound echoed through the whole house literally banging in my ear as he dragged me away and up the stairs.

He pulled me in to the bedroom before slamming the door closed "Let go off me!" I yelled at him as he tightened his grip on me.

"Don't raise your voice at me Sierra" he warned staring in to my eyes, his dark and cold. I frowned taking his hand of my arm "No! I'm tired of you always telling me what I can and can't do! You've ruined my life! You think I'm your property when I'm not!" I screamed at him staring back at him, tears of anger and annoyance in the rims of my eyes.

He stared at me coldly and with hatred "You are my property. Understand that." He said with gritted teeth, I looked at him with shock as to how he still thought he could say that, in a situation like this.

"No I'm not!" I yelled back at him.

"If you raise your voice at me one more fucking time I'm going to personally drag you back to where I got you from and have every single man there fuck you till you can't move, don't fucking test me" my lips parted as I looked at him with fear, I hadn't heard him say something like that to me ever, and it was truly terrifying because I knew he had the power to do so.

With all the anger in me, I bought my hand up and swung at him but was quickly stopped as he blocked me from slapping him by gripping my wrist in his hand and throwing me to the bed with force I let my tears stain down my cheeks as he stared down angrily at me.

"Don't you ever think of hitting me! Ever! I own you and I'll do whatever it takes to get you to obey me!" I didn't say anything, I knew this was the anger talking and I knew if I said anything I had a chance of being killed, especially with that selection of violent weapons.

With one last glare at me he stormed out of the room. I heard the front door slam shut and I knew, I'd probably be alone for the whole night.