Kidnapped (A Justin Bieber story)

Chapter - 39

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~Faith's POV~

Dallas and I laughed as we finished our fourth movie of the day. We'd decided instead of driving all over Colorado to find something to do we would watch movies all day instead.

"Thank you Dallas. I had a lot of fun today. It really helped me let loose and release some stress."

He smiled as a response and opened my door for me. I thanked him again as I sat down and buckled my seatbelt. After closing my door, he jogged over to his side of the Porsche and hopped in.

"I'm glad I could help you. I can't imagine being in your place." Dallas said while taking off down the road. A cute smile formed on his lips as he looked over at me. He was a very attractive man, but I knew that nothing would ever occur between us.

"At first, it was pretty bad. With his punishments, aggressiveness. I hated it there. Every time I ran away from him I would get punished. But after I ran away last time, and met you. I.. I guess it got better. Sometimes he would get angry and do things he probably shouldn't, but my life wasn't as miserable."

"Punishments? What do you mean punishments?"

I paused before answering. Should I be telling him this? He was a very trustworthy person, and he is kind of putting his life on the line just by being with me. "One time I ran away, and made me... Do things to him. Things I wasn't ready for. Then he took out a whip and beat me with it."

Dallas looked over a me. His jaw dropped as I spoke to him. "I'm so sorry."

"Dallas, please. I'm telling you this because I trust you. Please don't tell anyone."

He looked over at me. A sad expression on his face. "I haven't told anyone anything. And it's been months, but can I ask you something?"

I raised my eyebrow and nodded.

"What do you think he'll do when he catches you this time?"

My breath hitched in my chest. What was he going to do? I mean, nothing could be worse than he has already done. So honestly, I'm not at all worried about it.

"Nothing. And I mean nothing could be as bad as what he's done in the past. I don't want you to worry, alright?"

"How can I not worry?" He said, trying not to get angry. "Call the police. Get him caught while you have the chance. He doesn't know where you are!"

"Justin, Justin is a very powerful man. And he probably does know where I am."

He sighed and looked over at me again. "What makes you think that?"

"When he first took me, he injected a tracker into my arm." I answered. He looked down as I pointed where the tracker was. "Right here."

He looked back at the road and continued to drive. I knew that all of this is overwhelming for him, but what else was I supposed to do? Not tell him anything? That would only worry him more. Minutes later we pulled up to the lot of the hotel and walked in.

"Faith, I'm sorry for raising my voice at you. I just wish there was a way I could help you out of this difficult situation." Dallas said as we both walked inside the elevator.

"I'm sorry too. I know by telling you this could worry you, but I didn't want to lie to you either."

The elevator dinged and we both walked down the hall that lead to our rooms. Just before we got to our rooms, Dallas lightly grabbed my arm so I turned to face him.