Justin's P.O.V.
It's been two weeks since i was last home. Two weeks since i seen my mom. Two weeks since i seen Selena. Two weeks since i talked to either of them. Two weeks that I've spent here, watching girls get sold all day long. Two weeks of seeing how things work around here. I've seen them get beaten, sold. . . I've seen innocent scared girls forced to do unimaginable horrible things. And i couldn't do anything about it.
Two weeks of pure hell.
Why me? Why was i given this life? Is it because He thinks i have the strength needed? Honestly, i believe I'm loosing that hope and strength. Does that mean the end for me? I used to pray and wish before i went to bed, that when i was to awake, it'd all just be a dream. That my life would be different, better. I stopped praying and wishing because if i didn't have this life, someone else would. And i would never wish this upon someone else.
That would be liking killing the person myself.
"You ready to go?" Stacy asks, me from the door.
I look up from the wooden floor and sigh, "Go where?"
Needless to say, they've been 'training' me during the two weeks. Air quotes because i didn't take much of what they tried to teach me in. Stacy, being as loud as she is, screamed her demands. But I'm not a dog, i didn't listen to a single thing she said.
"A question isn't answered with another question, child! I asked if you are ready? Which clearly you are."
"Then why did you bother asking?" i shot back.
"I like the sound of my own voice," she snickered before walking out.
Her voice is squeaky and annoying. Unlike my Selena's. Oh, how much i miss her voice, laughter, scent, presence. How much i simply miss her.
Being cut off from her is the worst thing from these two weeks. How do i know she's okay? For all i know they could be torturing her. If no, my mom is probably driving her insane!
When i find myself alone, all i can think about is her. Leaving her there crying, makes my heart ache, i feel as if though someone is stabbing it over and over again. But once i picture her smile, think of her laughter, all the pain disappears. And i miss her. All i wish for now, is to return home. To return to my baby.
"Justin!" i hear Stacy yell from outside.
I groan and slowly, taking my sweet time, walk outside and into the car.
"You walk slower than a turtle!" she yells.
"Yet, the turtle won the race." i simply say, and that shut her up.
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We drive for about an hour. No talk, no music, no windows; just silence. Then, we come to a stop in front of a coffee shop.
"What is this?" i ask, confused.
"It's a coffee shop," Stacy, captain obvious, states.
"And we're here because?"
"Did those idiots not tell you your assignment?!" she groans with frustration.
"What assignment?"
"Do you see that girl over there sitting alone in the coffee shop?"
I turn to see where she is point towards and see a blonde petty girl sitting alone at a small coffee table. "Yeah, what about her?"
"She comes here everyday, orders a coffee and walks home, alone."
Alone. Sounds like the perfect girl to. . . Take.
"You're not implying that I. . ." My whisper breaks off into silence.
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Given // Jelena
FanfictionSelena Gomez is a simple 15 year old girl who always finds the good things in someone, she always keeps a smile on her face even though she can feel the cuts, she's scarred onto her wrist. With her mother gone, she is left with her father who is a d...
