Chapter Ten

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"You don't even know what happened" I yell.

"Why do you keep defending him Miley?"

"Because he did nothing wrong. You don't understand. Just please don't turn him in." I beg.

"Fine..." he says quietly.

"Please don't tell our parents either."

"okay.. but if I ever see him, I'll make sure he's sorry." He turns around and leaves my room by slamming my door.

I need to see Justin.

The next day when I wake up, I quickly get dressed and grab my phone. I walk towards the door and my mom stops me. "Where are you going?"

"Uh- I just need to clear my mind"

"Fine, but don't be gone too long because we have to go visit with the detective again."

"Okay" I say as I quickly run to my car. I'm pretty sure that those apartments are by the school. I drive out towards the school and I see the apartments. I pull in and hop out of the car. I don't even know which room is his. I walk towards the entrance and I see Justin standing by the door smoking a cigarette with Za.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he says with a worried look.

"I wanted to see if you were okay."

"Don't come here. It's too dangerous." he says as he grabs my hand. He looks at Za and throws his cigarette on the ground and steps on it. Then he turns around and starts to walk me back to my car. "Just give me your number okay? I don't want you to come around here, you-know-who might see you."

"Okay, hold on" I say as I grab a receipt and a pen from my glove box. I quickly write down my number and I hand it to him. He grabs it and kisses me on the cheek. "I'll call you whenever I get to a payphone." He says as he shuts my car door and waves. I start the car and I drive back home. When I get home I see that the detective is here already. I hurry inside and him and my parents, and my brother are all on the couch talking to him. My mom looks at me and asks me to grab a seat. I sit down and the detective looks at me. I still have some bruises and cuts that are noticeable. "How do you feel?" the detective asks me.

"I feel fine."

"Do you have anything new to tell us about the kidnapper. Are you sure that you don't know who it is at all?"

"No, I really don't." I look at my brother and he is giving me a dirty look. The detective starts writing things down.

"If any of you find out anything else, give me a call. We will call you if we find anything." He says as he gets up.

"Thank you" my dad says as he walks the detective towards the door.

"Are you guys ready for dinner?" my mom asks as she walks towards the kitchen. We all go in there and fix a plate of pasta. I go up to my room and eat it while I sit by my phone hoping that he's going to call soon. Before I know it, I'm asleep.

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