Kidnapped (A Justin Bieber story)

Chapter - 19

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Song(s) for this chapter:

Life Of The Party - Dawin

Something New - Zendaya ft Chris Brown

Strip - Chris Brown
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Faith's POV

"Princess, it's already 8:14. Let's get ready." Justin said as he slowly slid out from underneath me. I got up after him and went straight to my closet.

I looked around, not finding anything I'd wanted to wear.

"What do I wear?" I asked.

"You don't have to change if you don't want, but I'm going to. Make sure you wear the jacket I gave you." He said, pulling out some clothes from his closet. I nodded in response as he pulled off his clothes, leaving him in his boxers.

He placed a white V-neck over his head and pulled a pair of dark ripped jeans over his legs. He quickly zipped them up and buttoned them before he threw a pair of black socks over his feet, followed by a black and white pair of Vans.

I quickly slid my feet inside of my black and purple Vans and followed Justin down the staircase after I tossed the sleeveless jean jacket, with Justin's last name on the back over my shoulders. He took the keys to his black 2016 Yamaha crotch-rocket and lead me over to the bike. 

Justin's entire garage was like 5x the size of my house -well, the house Justin took me from. There was many rows of different kinds and colors of cars. He had quite a few of the same kind of cars, but in different colors. There was never 2 of the same color car, if they were the same brand. His garage was like a totally different building. It was possibly even bigger than his house.

"Stay right here. I'll go get us some helmets." He said as he walked somewhere in the garage. I ignored the whole part where he said 'stay right here' and began walking down one of the many rows of cars.

I looked around in awe as I stared at the different cars. There is billions of dollars in cars, just in this garage. My parents were successful, but they wouldn't be able to afford a single one of these cars. The car I had was a maroon Saturn, nowhere as expensive as any of these cars.

"I thought I told you to stay there?" Justin asked as he came up behind me. He had two black helmets, one in either of his hands.

I ignored his comment, "How can you afford all of these cars?" I asked as we began to walk back to the bike.

"Success baby." He said as he kissed my cheek.

He handed me the black helmet after he placed his over his head and latched the black belt below his chin. Both of the helmets were a metallic black and the class part that covered your eyes was completely black. You couldn't see Justin's eyes through it.

I placed my helmet over my head, Justin then strapped the belt just below my chin for me, after he saw I was struggling to do it on my own. I sat down behind him and he instantly pulled my hands to rest around his waist.

"Hold on tight." He ordered through his helmet, his voice a little muffled.

I quickly nodded, locking my fingers tightly. "Please don't kill me. I haven't ridden on one of these before." I whimpered as he steered us out of his garage at a quick pace.

"There's lots of things you haven't ridden on yet." He said as we finally got outside of his large garage. I scrunched my nose in disgust, and I knew he held a smirk on the other side of his helmet.