Break me

Chapter 5

Justin's POV

I had more rehearsals today. Dragging myself out of bed, I walked over to my bathroom and turned on the shower. Stepping in, the hot water relaxed my muscles. When o was done, I dressed and went downstairs to grab something to eat. Remembering I had Jess in the basement, I decided to bring her with me as I couldn't trust her any more.

I know she never shows any emotion towards me anyway, but this was different. It was too quiet. Running to the bottom of the stairs, the basement was empty. I threw my head into my hands and groaned. She must have gotten away whilst I was sleeping. Who knows how far she had got? I called up Chaz and Ryan to get out looking for her whilst I had to rehearse. 

I danced better today, ridding myself of my anger, which was replaced with some sort of guilt. I'm not the type to get guilty, but I am not completely heartless. I knew taking her was wrong, but she made me so mad.

Returning, she was still not found. I grabbed my keys to my blue Ferrari, where I found a set of keys missing. And a Ferrari. I revved up the engine. She wouldn't go the police, she had a bad record from her previous life. So where could she be? I listed off all the places I could think but one stood out the most. The graveyard. Her dad had died when she was young and she has a stepdad who was a millionaire. I could see a figure in the distance standing over a grave, but she must have heard the engine as by the time I was out of the car, she had gone.

Jess' POV

When Justin went to bed, I thought up a plan. He was alone this time, so it would be quieter. I pulled the pin out of my hair and jammed it into the lock. This time, the door opened much quicker. Making sure there was no sound from upstairs, I grabbed a set of car keys and hopped into the white Ferrari. Sweet. This car would be so much quicker than on foot. The engine made quite a big noise as it rolled out of the drive but no lights turned on from upstairs.

Finally, I was free. Cruising down the motorway, I turned off to the road with the graveyard with my dad buried in it. Jumping out of the car, I silently sprinted over to the grave I had visited so many times before. I promised my dad to never disappoint him and get away. By now, it was early the next morning. Hearing a loud engine, I knew it was Justin. When I knew he wasn't looking, I turned and ran into the woods and climbed up the tallest tree I could find. I heard footsteps getting closer and closer so I kept as still as I could. I was out of site as branches covered me but Justin had great hearing. Thankfully, he passed without looking up. After I was sure he was gone, I jumped to the ground and sprinted to the car. Luckily, Justin's was at the other end of the graveyard. I sped off and drove as fast as I could, ignoring the speed limit. The bill would only go to Justin's card anyway.

I drove to the only place I could think of, my best friends house. She was the only one at the JB concert and who knew I was staying behind. Once she let me in, she pulled me into one of the tightest hugs ever. I quickly pushed past her and slammed the door shut. I cursed as I remembered the Ferrari outside. I quickly explained my situation and we got prepared. We both grabbed sharp knives from the kitchen and as her parents were away, I found a gun in her dads room. We both waited either side of the front door and she was to grab him whilst I gagged him and tied him up.

When I heard the Ferrari engine that had been haunting me for the past day, we went through the plan once more.  The door suddenly banged open. Alice jumped into action, knocking Justin out with the flat side of the knife. He fell unconscious. I immediately tied his arms and legs together, and tied him to a chair in Alice's basement. We left him in there until we heard shouts when he awoke.

We went down and both smirked at him. I wasn't holding him hostage for long, only a day or two, just enough to show him that he couldn't just go round taking girls.

He called us both bitches so I slapped him a cross the face. That shut him up