Prisoner

Chapter 5

Well, well, well.

Hello my boos lol. 

It's been a long time, hasn't it? First, I would like to say hey. Wassup? How's it been? I hope everyone is staying healthy during this fuckin pandemic.

If you happen to be reading this in like 2030 and hopefully aliens haven't taken over the fuckin planet because mfs over here don't know how to take care of it and themselves, then congratulations. I hope COVID-19 still isn't a thing by then lol.

And if you're new to me and my books, welcome. My name is Malikah and I used to be a die hard Bieber Stan. Don't get me wrong, I'm still a fan. I still listen to his music, planning to go to his future concerts, etc. 

However, I am not the same girl that I used to be. I started Wattpad when I was 14-15 years old and I was mentally in a horrible place. Wattpad was my escape from reality until reality took over everything. I am now a 22 year old college student, full time worker, living on her own, ya da ya da ya da.

So, I do not have time for Wattpad too much but there is every so often that I get the urge to write here and there. This was such a good fanfic and I left y'all hanging. Also, I know half of the people who read this probably are not on this app anymore either because they have grown up and etc. 

But, here's a little update because I am bored. Lol. If I see people wanting more after this update, I'll definitely update some more here and there. I started this update years ago (2016, it's 2020 now) and never finished it. Well, until now.

Enjoy boos. 

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Violet's POV:

I roll my eyes as Justin looks up and down at me, smirking.

"What are you looking at pretty boy?," I spat.

His gaze meets mine, showing off his hazel orbs. I can't help myself but fall into his trance, somehow feeling a bit intimidated.

His eyes tell a story that no one else has heard before, causing me to grow even more curious. The more I look into his eyes, the more I want to just ask.

But, I know it's not always easy to talk. Most people want to stay in the future rather than just dwell on the past, keep moving forward.

Thinking about the past is a painful task. 

I hear him scoff, followed by a little smirk.

"I should be asking you that question, love," Justin replies.

I feel my face get hot, scratching the back of my hair before turning away.

"I'm not sure what you're referring to," I choke out.

He rolls his eyes, making me bite my lip. 

My eyes grow wide as I realize what I just did. 

That is so embarrassing. As much as I might hate this man, he is an attractive dude....

"So.....," Justin begins, breaking the silence. 

I raise my eyebrows in response.

He continues. "I owe these people a lot of money. Millions like I mentioned before. I know that I told you that you were the first person I saw once I got out of prison, but that is not the full truth."

What does he mean by that? If we are working together, I would expect for him to act as if he is an open book.

No bullshit.