Darkness

Chapter Seven

-Three weeks later-

I wake up in the bed alone or atleast, I hope I'm alone. The bedroom door is open and i can see that no one is in the kitchen. I think I am alone actually. I hate this hell hole. The only thing that makes me comfortable is the smell of Justin's shirt that I still have on. Damn, I never thought that I would miss him this much. I make my handcuffs cling against the bars of the bed that I am cuffed to. I try to make as much noise as I can. "mmmmmmmm" I scream through the rag thats still in my mouth. It's still so hard to breathe with the rag. I look over and on the head board of the bed there's a bar sticking up. Maybe I can this rag off or at least move it up above my mouth so that I can yell. I quickly turn around and rub my cheek against the bar. The rag isn't sliding up. I do it one more time and I finally get it moved up. The rag is now above my mouth instead of inside of it. "JUSTIN!" I yell repeatedly hoping that he's in the apartment building. My voice echos, and I might have a chance of Justin somehow hearing me from his apartment. I keep yelling repeatedly. "SOMEONE HELP" I yell as loud as I can. Still no use. I keep yelling as I'm slowly losing hope. Finally someone tries to open the front door. "Miley?" a voice yells. It's Justin! "JUSTIN HELP ME!" I scream.

"The door is locked." Justin yells.

"Knock it down or something. Please hurry before he gets back." I say as I panick.

"I can use a credit card hold on. Shit I left it in my apartment." Justin yells.

"HURRY" I scream. I wait for a long time and finally Justin returns. "GOT IT" Justin says as he flings the door open. He quickly runs to the bedroom. "Are you okay" he says as he tries to undo the handcuffs.

"I-I'm fine just please get me out of here." I say hurriedly. He undoes the handcuffs and I wrap my arms around him. "Look at your wrists babe." he says freaking out because of what the tight handcuffs did to them. "I know just lets get out of here" I say as I throw the rag off of my face. I can barely walk because I have been in that position for about a month other then being able to get up to go to the bathroom. He picks me and throws me over his shoulder. Instead of taking me to his apartment he runs straight for his car. He sets me in the passenger side and hops in. He quickly drives off and parks into a nearby parking lot. "What are we doing here?" I ask.

"He's gonna know that your with me so being here is safe for just right now." he says as he exams my wrists. "Look what he fucking did to your face baby"

"I know..." I say quietly.

"Miley. This is all my fault. I'm so sorry I never meant for Chaz to get a hold of you. He's dangerous." He says looking quilty.

"It's not your fault Ju-"

"You know it's my fault" he cuts me off. "That guy could have killed you."

"I-I think he killed someone while I was there." I stutter.

"Was it a girl?" he asks.

"I'm not sure, I was in the bedroom with the door shut, but I hears a female-like voice and they started agruing. Then I heard gunshots

and he called someone and they left for a while."

"God Dammit! I knew it. He killed Za's sister." Justin says looking upset.

"Why?"

"She dated him once and he's is just mentally crazy." he says tearing up.

"W-where you an her close?" I ask.

"Well, her, Za, and I grew up together." he says looking down. I grab his arm and he looks up at me and fakes a smile. You can tell how upset he is. "What did he do to you?" he asks.