INJUSTICE- JUSTIN BIEBER

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Banging. The banging of my father's hand against my head. The banging of my head against the wall. The banging of my mind as my cries are being suppressed. 

The big, wooden door was banging, waking me from my so, peaceful slumber. I take in my surroundings, remembering the events of earlier that morning. It was noon now, maybe Mary was checking in on me. I walked towards the door, looking for an eye hole but not being able to.

I swing the door open to a man. A familiar man. Quite young but his face sprouting with facial hair. He was the man from the motel lounge this morning. I couldn't quite remember his name.

"Can I come in?" his husky voice almost demanded rather than asked.

"Wh-what do you mean? Do you need something?" I stuttered, scared, once again in my life.

He gently pushed the door I was clutching with my cold hands open with his fist, walking in. 

"Don't care to call for anyone, no one else is here," he chuckled, noticing my frightfulness.

I still called for someone, receiving no response. I stood by the door, cautious to close it and be enclosed in a room with a random stranger. He looked around mid twenties now that I took a closer look, maybe even younger. I had no knowledge of his intentions. 

He fumbled around the room, opening my wallet and looking at my drivers license inside. 

"Gianna, huh, so you actually are seventeen? You look cute in this picture" he laughed, trying to break the tension.

"What the heck are you doing here," I started to tear up, afraid of what was about to happen.

He walked towards me, pulling my chin up so that we could see eye to eye. 

"You're coming with me. You have to leave this place before tonight," he spoke with urgency. He grabbed my hand, but I resisted. I ran back inside, collecting my wallet and phone from his reach. I quickly ran out of the door to my car outside.

I could hear him run behind me, and I was soon pushed against my car door.

"I'm driving." He took the keys from my hands and pushed me in the passenger seat, climbing over me to the drivers seat. He quickly locked the cars and sped off into the distance. 

"I'm calling the police right this instance. You can't take me," I screamed, my mind and body fully aware that this man was kidnapping me.

"Good luck getting any service out here," he laughed, his eyes shifting from the road to me. "I'm not abducted you, you're just going to stay out with me for a little while."

I tried turning my phone on only to see the red battery sign appear on the screen. 

"Where are you taking me?" I shrieked, hitting my hand against the car door.

"I live alone, I'm taking you back to my place. You don't need to worry."

"That's what they all say," I sobbed, hopeless. I should have just realized this was my life years ago. Life loved to inflict pain on me.

I closed my eyes, coming to the conclusion that I would face whatever God had in store for me. I would let him take me wherever, do whatever. I could care less. I deserved this.

The car came to an immediate halt. The house was all white with a blue door, surrounding by trees in its entire exterior.

I opened my own door before he could do so himself. He roughly grabbed my hand after I shut my door, taking me inside. He pushed me against the front door and started kissing me.