Prisoner

Chapter 4

Violet's POV:

I feel my eyes flutter open as my head aches, making me groan a little.

"You awake sweetheart?," I hear a voice sound.

I look forward, my vision blurry. I blink multiple times, causing him to chuckle at me.

When my vision finally is clear, I see a man in a chair ahead of me.

"What the hell?," I mumble to myself. 

I go to put my hand on my aching head, but realized I'm restricted from doing so.

I look down, seeing my body is tied to a chair.

"Had to make sure you weren't going anywhere," he says.

Examining the scene, my heart beats faster and faster. It's dark in here. The middle of the room where I am is the only spot illuminated. 

I quickly remember what happened before I woke up. Him breaking into my house, me hiding under the bed, getting into an argument...

Resulting him in knocking me out....

The hit was hard. My head is pounding from it. I wouldn't be surprised if I had a big ass bruise on my forehead.

"You okay? You look a little distraught," Justin asks.

I give him my full attention and snarl.

"What do you expect dumbass? I'm fuckin' tied up in a chair in a dark ass room with a fuckin' physco. You expect me to smile and be happy?"

I see him grow upset at me, narrowing his gaze.

"Don't fuckin' talk to me like that," he snaps.

"I talk to you however I want. I don't deserve this. What the hell did I do to you?"

He gets up from his chair and takes a few steps closer, his eyes never leaving me.

"You didn't do anything," he answers, making me more confused.

I raise my eyebrow. 

"So, why am I-"

"Shut up," he interrupts.

This angers me more than ever before. I have every right to be upset at this man. He kidnapped me and isn't even giving me answers on why.

Even worse, I don't know what he's capable of. This man is Justin Bieber:

The most wanted man in the country. Known for murders and bank robberies around the nation.

Shit, if I know anything I know he's intelligent.

He's been in the news for a couple years now. He just escaped from his first time in prison. He was only in there for about a month.

When they finally caught him, it was breaking news. No one could stop talking about it.

He takes a few more steps until he's in front of me, crouching down.

He then brings his hand to my face and caresses my cheek, causing me to move my face away in disgust.

"Don't be like that boo," he chuckles.

"I'm not your boo," I tell him.

I feel him grab my chin, turning my head to face him. The first thing I notice are his eyes.

I can't help but look at his honey brown orbs, admiring them quickly after. My breathing slows down a little, focusing on his eyes.

It's odd. Someone so horrible can have nice features. They don't deserve them.