Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 18

Ariana

Saturday, 7:36 pm

"Aviella, I swear, if you don't hush, I'm gonna come back there and-" Justin covers my mouth with his hand.

"Thank you, Ariana." Justin says as I roll my eyes.

"Okay, Aviella. You're stressing my wife out. I need you to be quiet."

Aviella continues crying and I sigh. This is what happens when she doesn't take a nap.

"Alright, Aviella. Listen to me. We know you didn't take a nap today, and we know you're tired. But you are really getting on my nerves with the crying. So can you please just go to sleep, and stop crying?" I say.

It takes a while, but finally, after almost an hour of her crying, she's silent and asleep. I breathe a sigh of relief and Justin starts massaging my thigh.

"You want something to eat, babe?"

"No, I'm not hungry. But we can stop if you are."

"We were gonna stop anyway." He laughs, pulling off of the highway.

I shake my head and pick up my phone. I scroll through Twitter and Instagram while Justin goes through the Taco Bell drive thru.

8:26 pm

About 45 minutes after we entered rainy Denver, Justin turns the car off and looks over at me.

"I'll get Aviella. You go open the door." He gives me the keys and I walk to the porch, unlocking the front door as Justin walks up with Aviella.

I let him walk in first before closing and locking the door. Justin takes Aviella upstairs while I put his keys in the kitchen and walk into the bedroom.

I change into a plain white spaghetti strap top and gray leggings.

"Baby girl, I want to sleep with you." Justin whines as he walks in.

"You always sleep with me. No matter what. You've been sleeping with me for 5 years."

"I know. But I want to do it again."

"You're tired?" He nods and I giggle.

"Okay."

"But, I'm taking a shower first." He says.

I roll my eyes playfully, sitting on the edge of the bed with my phone.

"You do that. But don't blame me if I'm asleep before you get out."

"I'm not worried about that, because you won't be. I won't take ten years, like you do."

"Okay, Justin." I laugh, looking through my Instagram feed.

8:50 pm

"Baby girl." Justin says, walking out of the bathroom.

"You don't look asleep to me." He says.

I giggle and he wraps his arms around me, pushing me down on the bed.

"I love you." He says into my neck.

"Love you too, Justin Drew."

"That rhymes." He laughs and I roll my eyes at his silliness.

He kisses my neck and I play with his hair, which is wet from the shower, until we both fall asleep, tangled in each others bodies.

11:24 pm

Aviella screams from upstairs and me and Justin both sit up.

She's crying her eyes out in the doorway of our room before we can even get out of it. Justin picks her up and she lays her head on his shoulder.

"T-there was a m-man in my room." She says through tears.

"Shit." Justin mutters.

He gives me Aviella and I sit down with her on the bed while he goes upstairs.

"Aviella, do you know what he looks like?"

"N-no. I heard him whisper g-go h-hide from my closet."

"You didn't actually see him?"

"No! B-but I h-heard his v-voice."

"Okay, okay. Calm down." I rub her back as she cries on my shoulder.

"Shh, everything's okay." Justin appears in the doorway, scaring me half to death.

"I didn't find anyone."

"Did you check the closet? She said that's where she heard someone tell her to hide."

"Hell to the fucking no. I'm calling the police."

He grabs his phone, disappearing out of the room. I lay Aviella down on the bed, following him out.

"I think there's someone in my house...21...my daughter heard a man in her room...yeah...Justin Bieber...Aviella...same last name."

I lean against the doorway of the living room while Justin paces behind the couch, quickly answering questions.

"Thank you. I will." He hangs up, sighing as he runs his hands through his hair.

"They're sending someone to check it out." He says.

I nod, biting the inside of my cheek.

"Aviella's asleep again?"

I nod, looking at my feet.

"Hey, we're gonna be okay." He lifts my chin up with his finger, kissing me before he walks into the bedroom.

I stand in the doorway for a few minutes before following him. I will not stand in front of a police officer wearing this.