Break me

Chapter 8

Jessica's POV

I woke up with a huge headache. I was tied up in an unfamiliar basement. Justin must have gone to the next city and took me with him. I heard the door opening and turned my head to see Justin coming downstairs, a visible bruise on his right cheek. I smirked and laughed a little at what I had done. He glared at me before untying me. I figured I would be here for a while so I would start to speak again.
"What did you mean by you have already been to hell?"
"Decided to speak?" I glare at him.
He sighed, "prison isn't a nice place. I lost a lot of friends that year, and I met new people. People who changed me. Make up can't cover everything." He wouldn't say anymore about it.
"Well I hope you go back." He tried to slap me but i blocked his hand.
"Nice one. Where did you learn that from?"
"Grew up with a brother in a gang. I had to help them out a few times." I said while smirking. He raises his eyebrows, as if he didn't believe me.

It was weird. We were kind of getting along.

Until he says, "but you know I'm going to have to punish you for running, right?"

I feel my eyes go dark as anger takes over. I'm not going to do what I normally do, I'm going to fight back. He won't know what's hit him. He throws a punch at my face which I duck and trip him up by kicking the backs of his knees. I kick him whilst he is in the floor and then pin him down underneath me. "Bet that wasn't expected, was it?" I take the keys from his pocket and go unlock the basement door, but Justin doesn't move, just stares at me in shock. I know I can't get out, he has way too much security now he is at the house so I go to the kitchen and grab an apple. Justin comes upstairs but goes straight to his room. I crash on the couch.