Backpack (a justin bieber fanfiction)

part 8

Aubreys pov

My eyes tried to take in the darkness. I had been down here, at least week. I tried to remember the night after Justin locked me down here.

He came downstairs with a tray of food.

I let out a groan, my stomach was feeling rather upset.

Justin caressed my cheek with the cup of his hand and spoke in a hushed tone. "Shhhh. Don't cry."

I was pretty sure he could see that I was fighting back tears.

I spat right in his eye.

"Stupid bitch." He turned away.

I wanted to kick him.

Then he turned to me with a sickening smile. "You should eat, Aubrey."

I did what I was told, while he watched me.

"You're making me feel uncomfortable." I said, my mouth full of food.

"How do I know you're not going to pull something?"

"You love me, right?"

"Of course I do."

"Then unchain my leg."

"Then you'll leave me."

"You're selfish."

"You can think that, if you want."

I finally let the tears go. "You shouldn't be doing this, Justin. You said I could after a couple of days."

He held me and sang "All that matters" which he was going to release in a couple of hours from now.

I bit down on his arm.

"Shit!" He pulled away and stood up. He came closer to me and slapped me in the face.

"You hurt me," I said.

"Yeah, well, you hurt me too."

"What are you gonna do when someone finds me down here? Like your parents or brother and sister?"

He slapped me again in the same spot. "Don't you EVER bring them into this!" he shouted.

"What are you do, Justin, when they're playing and unlock that door and find me? They'd question you and your parents would question you too. What if the press got into it too? You'd be labeled as a psychopath."

"STOP IT!" he covered his ears. "I'm sick of your shit, Aubrey. Knock it off!" He ran upstairs and hadn't been back down since then.

I felt my cheek. It still burned. Tears made my vision blurry and then I whipped my head up. I could hear someone opening the door and undoing the locks. I was hoping that whoever it was either his siblings, parents, friends, or maybe Scooter.

I tried to pretend that I was asleep, but then a piercing light was turned on and I groaned.

"Wake up, princess." a voice slurred

My vision was blurry. But a figure was in front of me. It was Justin with red eyes and he smelled of alcohol.

I felt like I was going to throw up.

"What you want?" I mumbled.

"You," he smirked.

I backed up against the wall as far as possible. "Why? Have you been drinking, Justin?"