Kidnapped (A Justin Bieber story)

Chapter - 30

Song(s) for this chapter:

Grind & Pray - August Alsina

Waka Waka - Shakira
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~Faith's POV~

"So how many people are going to be at the party?" I asked as I walked out of the bathroom.

I quickly went through my closet to find the outfit that the girls and I said we would wear. The party isn't until later, but I honestly don't feel like changing again later. I quickly placed my bra with the American flag print on it and my matching panties on my body before placing the outfit on top.

"Almost everyone from the gang." Justin answered.

"Why everyone?"

"That's just something Damien does every year. The throws a huge party and invites as many people as possible. So I would advise you to stay near me. I don't want you going anywhere alone." He answered as he dried his hair with a towel since he took a shower in the guest bathroom.

"Why do you have so many sick people in your gang if you don't want me to get hurt?"

"Why do you have to ask so many damn questions?" He asked, a slight attitude in his tone.

"Well, I'm so fucking sorry if I don't want what happened with Jacob to happen again." I snapped.

I walked over to my dresser and grabbed a pair of white socks and slid them on my feet. The white Van's fit perfectly on my feet as I placed them over the socks.

"Lose the fucking attitude." He snarled as his voice rose. "Maybe I should bring those punishments back."

"Ooh. I'm so terrified." I laughed. "What's got your panties in a twist?"

"Shut the hell up already!" He yelled.

I rolled my eyes as I made my way over to the bedroom door. "Your bipolar ass gets on my damn nerves."

Seconds later I was pulled back and slammed into the hard wall. Justin's face was about a foot in front of mine. His caramel colored eyes changed to black while his breath deepened.

"You need to fucking stop." He seethed.

"Why Justin?" I asked. "It's not like you can hurt me anymore than you have before."

I knew by saying the things it would put me on the line, but he got angry at me for no reason. All I wanted to do was convince myself to want to go. If what happened with Jacob or with that guy at Damien's last party repeated itself, I don't know what I'd do.

"Fucking stop!" He shouted, startling me a bit.

His pitch black eyes burned holes into mine as his body shook. His left hand balled into a fist while his right remained on the wall next to me. A smirk grew on my face.

"Do it." I barked. "Hit me. Go ahead Justin."

His eyes grew darker as his fist rose and slammed into the wall next to me. His breath never slowed as his fist reminded in the hole he created. My blue eyes stared back into his black ones as he tried to calm himself.

"See ya downstairs." I smirked as I blew him a kiss.

I then walked out of the bedroom and made my way down the stairs. When I got to the kitchen I pulled the ingredients I needed to make omelettes and bacon from the refrigerator.

It took me about fifteen minutes to finish cooking everything and once I was finished, I placed everything on two separate plates. I sat Justin's plate on the island while I walked into the living area with mine and plopped myself on the couch.