~Coming Back Home~ A Justin Bieber Love Story~

This is really happening.

~August 5th~ Same Day~

Bruce?

No, no it can't be. I try turn my head but he snaps it back, making me look forward.

'Stop trying stupid bitch.' he snaps.

I feel the warm tear fall down my cheek and I sigh. I hate this. Justin squeezes my hand and I feel myself being pushed to walk, Justin's the same beside me. We walk out of the forest we managed to get to and Bruce pushes us in the backseat of a car, gripping my hair as he does so. I clutch it and whine in pain. Justin gets pushed in beside me and immediately comes to my side. Pulling me to sit on his lap, he runs his hands over my hurt hair.

'Shh, baby. I'm here.' he whispears.

'Get off his lap you dirty little slut.' Bruce snaps getting into his car.

'Dont call her that!' Justin barks.

I take his hand and look up to him, his glassy eyes meet mine and his face softens.

'He'll hurt you.. Please stop.' I beg playing with his fingers.

'I'll call her what ever the hell I want. Now get off his lap!'

Bruce looks at me sternly, so I know he's not kidding. So I do what I'm told and get off Justin's lap. He wraps an arm around my shoulders and I lean my head on his. Bruce makes a discussed face and looks away. Justin's hand runs up my thigh, not in that kinda way. He's just comforting me. He leans down and kisses my cheek.

'I'll get us out, somehow. I promise baby. I love you so much.' he whispers in my ear, so Bruce can't hear

'I know, I love you too.'

He kisses my cheek once more and we feel the car stop. I try look out the black windows and fail. Justin takes my hand once more and I hear my door open. I look up at the man who I once called my uncle. I can even call him that anymore. My dad called me a disappointment to this family, but it's them.

'GET OUT! ARE YOU STUPID?!' he yells.

I stumble on my way out, almost landing on the ground but Justin catches me, helping me up. I hear the car door slam. I look up and see the old warehouse my dad took me too.

'No! Bruce please!'

I know exactly what's going to happen here, and it's scaring the hell out of me.

'Shut up. Don't make me have to duct tape that mouth of yours.' he spat. Staring at me with black eyes.

I look at justin beside me and then I remember what will happen here.

'Let Justin go.' I beg. I turn round to face them both and feel my hair getting grabbed, he pushes me by my head on the cold warehouse floor.

'No Lauren. I'm not leaving you here by yourself!'

I look to the ground, I can't tell him my dad raped my mom here. I know that's what Bruce is planning to do and what will justin have to do? Watch? No.

I feel strong rough arms lift me up from behind, making me let go of Justin's hand. Justin stands up and Bruce dashes at him, punching him on the face.

Justin fights back, kicking him and punching. But Bruce is too strong. He kicks Justin, leaving him winded on the floor. My heart is breaking..

'Back off man! I'll kill her!' Bruce shouts.

Before I can even talk, I hear the sound of the trigger. He has a fucking gun.

'N-No please..' Justin begs. Getting on his knees with his hands wiping away his tears.

Bruce wraps his arm around my neck with the gun pointed to my head. He starts walking back slowly and I look at Justin. He makes eye contact with me and mouths the words 'I love you.' I say it back, almost chocking on my tears. I get pushed back. Out of the room into a.. Bedroom. I was right.

'Justin can't see this- or hear it, please Bruce no!'

I step away from the bed and he violently pushes me down. I want to give my virginity to Justin. Not a rapist.

'Please! I can't loose my innocence like this! I don't want to give it away!' I yell. He raises his hand and slaps my left cheek.

I hear Justin whine from the other room, obviously wanting to know what's going on.

'Aww, you little fridget.' he pulls down my shorts and stares at my body while pulling my top over my head.

I take my hand and try push him off me, but honestly he's so strong. I kick and struggle but it's honestly no use.

'STOP!' I yell. Really getting scared.

'You stop. Or i'll make it harder than it needs to be.'

I kick him again. And he growls. Standing up he walks to the other side of the room.

'JUSTIN? Are you okay?!'

'Baby I'm fine, what's he doing?!'

I stand up from the bed and go over to the door.

'im scared..' I admit.

I put my hand up against the door and tears fall down my cheek. The dick locked the door.

'Hey!' Bruce Yells, he walks over to me, yanking my arms.

'Dont hurt her!' Justin whines.

'Lauren go to the fucking bed, don't make me drag you.'

'Bed?! Lauren dont do it! Lauren listen to me. Don't!'

I feel breath beside me.

'I'll kill him..' Bruce whispears in my ear.

I wipe away my tears and walk over to the bed.

I want to tell Justin to back away. But there's apart of me that needs him to slam the door open.

'Now , shut up and let me enjoy this.'

He unclamps my bra and stares at my body thirstly.

'Please.. Please don't do this.' I croak, my tears getting the best of me.

He takes off his own shirt, ignoring my comment. I feel something wrap around my wrist, ignoring the constant calls of my name by Justin I look up. Ropes? He's actually tying my wrists. This is really happening.