Prisoner

Chapter 3

Shit, it's been forever.

Yeah, I know. I haven't been on here in a while. There's been a lot of stuff going on but I don't wanna make this into a pity party or a depressing beginning before the chapter. So, I'm just gonna leave it at that.

I've been meaning to update for a while but I had slight writer's block and I had to find the time to actually write.

Here's the chapter you've all been waiting for.

Enjoy loves.

Violet's POV:

I toss and turn in my bed as I engage more into what's happened.

Everything has happened so fast....

Why didn't I just stay in the house today? My dumbass chose to go out and get some donuts.

The only thing that's confusing me the most is that I'm part of a list.

What list was that boy talking about? And why the hell am I a part of it?

The windows shake as the wind howls through the night, causing me to grip my blankets tighter.

It's a little chilly in here. It's the coldest night in fall so far, the temperature is almost forty degrees.

But, it's weird. My window is closed and the heat is on.

Why is it so cold in here?

My continue with my thought until I'm interrupted by a loud noise of glass shattering sounding through the apartment.

I jump out of my skin and sit up, attempting to control my breathing so I can hear for any other sounds.

I hear creaks in the floor, letting me know someone is walking through my apartment.

"Shit," I whisper to myself.

I quietly get up from my bed and stand up, looking around my room.

The footsteps get louder and louder as the seconds go by, followed by a familiar laugh.

I panic and drop to the floor, rolling underneath my bed.

My breathing is hard from being frightened. My body shakes as it is trapped in a state of trepidation.

I hear the door slowly open, causing me to cover my mouth with my hands to quiet my hyperventilating.

"Violet," a voice sings.

Tears stream down my face as he continues to walk closer to my bed, his fear right beside me.

"I know you're under the bed."

I feel my body continue to shake, being trapped in a state of fear as my breathing hardens.

"Listen love. I'd really hate to hurt you," he tells me through a chuckle.

My sobs now become audible.

"Please don't hurt me," I choke out through tears.

"I don't want to babe. Just come out and we can talk this out," he says, sounding like he's enjoying the fearful state of emotion I'm undergoing.

It's almost like he's teasing me.

It seems like he strives off fear. He enjoys when people are scared of him, as though it makes him obtain more pride than he already has in him.

"C'mon Violet. I promise I won't hurt you."

I do as I am told and get from under the bed, standing in front of him with my face drenched in tears.

His smirk is the first thing I notice. It's clearly evident that he actually is enjoying every second of this.

He reaches out his hand and caresses my face, wiping the falling tears off it.

"Don't cry baby girl. There's nothing to be afraid of," he coos.

"What do you want from me?," I eagerly ask him.

"Slow your roll darling. I'm getting there."

He tucks a strand of my hear behind my ear, before sliding his hand down my arm, grabbing for my hand.

I automatically snatch it back.

What the hell is going on?

Why is he so stuck onto me? What "list" am I apart of? Why did this crazy motherfucker feel the need to break into my house in the middle of the night and scare the hell outta me?

I need answers... now.

"What's wrong?," he asks.

I raise an eyebrow and scoff.

"Why me?!," I blurt out.

"You're part of-"

"I know I'm part of your god damn list! What the fuck is this list you speak about?!"

"Don't raise your voice at me," he warns through clenched teeth.

"Or what?!," I reply.

I wait for a response until I'm suddenly throw across the room, banging my head against the wall.

I feel my body hit the floor. Footsteps sound the bedroom as I stare at the ceiling, my vision becoming blurry. My eyes slowly begin to close, but I pay attention to the words being said to me.

"Here's one of your answers bitch."

Justin's blurry figure comes into sight.

"The list isn't a hit list. But, you are a target of mine. I'm using you to reach a goal of mine. Now, the goal is probably your next question. But, we're gonna take this one step at a time."

My eyes roll in the back of my head.

"But, let's go on an adventure while we can."

Justin's wicked chuckle is the last thing I hear before I finally fade out.

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Ok. That was probably an ass chapter.

But, I had to get you something for being so patient with me.

But, I gotta tell you guys something. I think it's time for me to be honest with you guys.

I have unfortunately lost my love for writing. I joined Wattpad a week before my 15th birthday (which was also a year after I saw Justin on his Believe Tour).

It was fun. I've gotten more reads than I ever could have asked for. I don't even know how my stories got this many reads. It just did.

NO, I'M NOT QUITTING WATTPAD. NOT YET AT LEAST.

I write when I'm bored sometimes and when I have the time. It's not like I hate writing my fanfictions, that's not the case.

It's just that fact that there's so much going on and I'm growing up. I'm moving, starting college, etc.

That's the reason why I'm not on here a lot. A busy life and a loss of interest, that's all.

I'm gonna finish this fanfic, don't worry. I just don't know when lol.

I just wanted to be truthful to you guys.

I love you all from the bottom of my heart.

Thank you

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~ malikah