Selena’s POV:
"Hey princess." He said, flashing a crooked smile.
I gulped, “J-Justin?”
The guy above me who looked very similar to Justin smiled wider, looking down and running his fingers through his light brown hair, and letting his arm fall to his side. “Ari, babe, can you please excuse Selena and I for just a moment. I need to talk to her privately.”
I glanced over at Ariana and she seemed pretty shocked at his request. Her mouth dropped open and she looked like she was going to argue but something held her back. She gave the guy a dirty look and trudged out the door practically slamming it behind her making me flinch. I returned my gaze up towards the guy and he had his lips clamped shut, and he was staring directly at my face. Scanning me and trailing his gaze down my bare chest and down my stomach and thighs. I did admit, I felt violated and very self concious because i never really liked my body and to be sitting here naked in front of him made me very uncomfortable.
"Are you Justin?" I said, finally breaking the silence and causing him to look back up into my eyes.
He cocked his head to the side and licked his lips, “No, I’m not Justin.”
I let out a small sigh of relief, at least I know now it wasn’t Justin. I did think it was him for a moment because they looked very similar, if they stood side by side I probably couldn’t tell them apart from each other. They had the same cocky smirk on their face and the same tosseled light brown hair and caramel eyes. The same exact pink round lips and the same clothing too. Their personalities, slightly different. This guy seemed more in control and serious.
"But," The guy said raising a finger at me, "I do know Justin. Very, very, well."
"How?"
A low chuckled rumbled deep in the back of his throat causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. He knelt down and reached his hands down towards the ropes that were tying my wrist to the chair and his fingers began undoing them. “I’m Justin’s twin, Jason. We were split apart a couple months after birth, I went with our dad and he went with our mom. I never knew I had a twin brother until my tenth birthday because that was when I looked back in the good ‘ole family photo album and saw a picture of Justin and I right after my mom gave birth to both of us. Our parents never told us because in about 3 months after mom had us they have been having relationship problems and decided to split. Never spoke to each other again, ever. Forbid us from having any contact with any family members because they didn’t want us to find out about each other until we were older.” He said, looking up at me ever few seconds to see if I was paying attention. And I was. I nodded my head every few seconds and he would give a slight smile and continue on with his story. I felt like I was learning a whole new side to not only Justin, but Jason.
"And about three years ago I only just figured out that Justin actually existed and I became infatuated with the thought that I actually had another me walking around. So I started spying on him. Trying to learn everything about him without actually confronting him and telling him that he had a brother, and I had to admit in the beginning I thought I should have told him straight away but I remembered when I found out I was very upset." Jason said his eyes intensifying. He undid the first knot and the ropes fell the the floor around the chair and I lifted up my wrist. It was blue and purple, obviously bruised from how tight the ropes were around me.
I gave him an unsettling look, “What did you do when you found out?”
"Let’s just say, I should definately be in jail right now. But, after I found out and started spying on Justin I wanted to get to know him more, so I started kidnapping his girlfriends and getting to know them one by one. Performing tests on their relationship and how Justin handles them and ask them what Justin is like around them." He spoke, his voice cheering up a little as he leaned over and undid the other knot latched around my wrist.
"…And raping them." I whispered a little louder than I should have. Jason’s body tensed up but he quickly shrugged the feeling off just as quickly.
"Yes I raped them. But only compare how alike we are." He said in a harsh, low voice.
"But you caused him to have a bad reputation, every girl is practically afraid of him now because of you." I protested. I don’t care if he was Justin’s brother or not he still basically ruined most of Justin’s life and he raped women.
Jason then pulled the ropes tighter around my wrist, causing the blood circulation to be cut off and my skin tighten up. I winced in pain as my wrist forcefully pressed down into the armrest of the chair and I felt the bone in my wrist being forced apart.
"Jason, please stop…" I whispered, my voice cracking at the pain.
He loosened up the ropes and they fell to the floor. Jason glared up at me and snarled, “Please do not fucking tell me what I already know. Let’s not forget about the situation that you’re in and I don’t think that you should be talking to me that way you fucking slut.”
I avoided his harsh gaze and turned my head to the side, I didn’t want to say anything else. I didn’t want to get into more shit than I was already in and most importantly I didn’t want him to do anything serious to me. I was already in a lot of pain physically but mostly mentally. I was confused but also seething in rage. If my wrists weren’t bruised to the bone right now I would have slapped and clawed Jason’s face once he untied me. I just hope once he let’s me out of this disgusting place I would finally tell Justin what happened and that he has a creepy rapist twin who rapes all of his girlfriends.
"Once I let you go you have to swear not to tell Justin. I will have people keeping a close eye on your guys until I feel that you are well trusted, if you even dare think about telling him so much a peep about what happened I will have you kidnapped again and I will do worse things to you than I did when you were passed out. Understand?" Jason said lifting one eyebrow up at me.
I was about to nod my head yes to finally agree to get out of this mental place but his words caught me. He said he did things to me when I was passed out. Questions began swarming around in my head and my heart rate sped up dramatically.
"What did you do to me?"
Justin’s POV:
I drummed my fingers on the carseat armrest as I stared out of the window, watching the trees slowly pass by. My mom knew I was nervous by how i was tappping my foot against the floor of the car and how I chewed on my bottom lip. But how couldn’t I be nervous? We were driving over to my ex’s house aka the one person who could have only taken Selena.
"Justin don’t be so tense. If anything goes wrong I will punch the living daylights out of that bitch dont you worry." My mom said looking over at me and flashing a quick smile before returning her eyes back on the road in front of her. I smiled, my mom always knew how to lighten up the mood. But the way she looked didn’t give off the impression that she was so happy about going over to Ariana’s house. The bags under her eyes were clearly visable under her makeup and her hair was tied up in a disheveled bun. Her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and crying all the time. It amazes me how torn up she was once she found out Selena was missing even though they never really talked or anything. My mom acted like Selena was a close friend of hers.
My mom turned the car down a street and parked out infront of the very cheerful looking house at the end of the coldesac, but I could tell that inside of that house it was anything but happy. I have only been over to Ariana’s house once and I didn’t even go inside because she didn’t want me to. Suspicious.
My mother and I climbed out of the car, shutting the doors behind us before slowly walking up to the steps of the house. I took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent something peculiar.
"Cigarettes…" I mumbled, staring at the door infront of me.
My mom looked up at me, her eyebrows knitted above her blue eyes. “What?”
I shook my head, “Nothing.”
My mom lifted her knuckle up to the door, hesitating before finally giving a hardy knock on the door. We heard a loud crash and the scuttle of someones footsteps running around the house. Then the sound of heels clacking against tile and making their way to the door. I gulped down a wad of saliva only for it to form in the pit of my throat. I heard someone yell something but I couldn’t understand what they were saying because their voices were slurred. The handle of the front door turned open, slowly creeking the door back.
Here goes nothing.
