Claimed ~ Justin Bieber

Chapter Three

"So, what university did you apply for anyways darling?" Justin asked, his eyes burning through my skull.

"NYU," I replied, before scooting out of the booth. "I have to go to the washroom."

Justin narrowed his eyes, "If you're not back in-" he glanced down at his watch, "seven minutes, I'm coming in."

I nodded and ran off to the bathroom, seven minutes was not enough time for me.

Before I got to the washroom, I saw two eery looking men talking quietly outside the male's restroom. My eyes widened as I watched them exchange, what I'm guessing was drugs. I couldn't help but let a gasp fall from my lips, causing their heads to snap over to me.

"Oh look Bruce, looks like we got ourself a witness." He smirked, walking over to me.

"She's a pretty one too," The other one said walking around me, "and look, she's got Bieber's jacket on her back."

"L-leave me alone." I whimpered, slowly backing away from them.  The universe must truly hate me, first Justin now these freaks.

"I don't think so." They smiled deviously, grabbing one of my arms.

"JUSTIN!" I screamed, hoping he heard me. Yes, I'm afraid of Justin but I'd rather him then these two any day.

"Shut up, you bitch! Justin's not coming to save you."

"Oh really?"

All three of our heads snapped to the left to see Justin standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.  He looked terrifying.

"Let her go, Matt." He commanded, taking a step towards us.

"Why should I? You cancelled our exchanges and I had to find a new dealer." He snarled, and Bruce tightened his grip on my arm.

"Let her go now, and I won't kill you." Justin growled, his teeth grinding together.  He lifts up his jacket ever so slightly to display the shiny black gun in his waistband.  My heart pounded against my rib cage, watching as Justin's eyes became dark with rage and his hands ball into tight fists.

"Lets not get hasty here, Bieber" Bruce chuckled nervously, shaking his head. "She's just a girl."

"Yes, but she's my girl."

"That's why she has his jacket, doofus." Bruce smacked Matt on the back of his head.

"I thought her wearing my jacket would keep dipshits like you two away from her, but I guess not right?" Justin challenged, getting dangerously close to us.  Matt and Bruce seemed to get the message and started backing away.

Bruce loosened his grip on my arm and I took that as an opportunity to swing around and break free. I ran up to Justin who opened his arms and I freely ran into them, clinging onto his jacket.

"Stay away from us Matt, or you'll be sorry." Justin threatened before turning and walking back towards the table.

"You're okay now kitten, don't worry." He whispered, his lips brushing over my ear.

As he sat down in the booth, he pulled me next to him on the same side, and draped his arm over my shoulder.

"H-how did you know to come for me?" I asked, my breathing heavy.  At this moment, I was thankful for Justin's clinginess. 

"Well, it had already been five minutes so I was already twitching with anticipation, and then I heard my name so I took the chance and ran to the restrooms." He explained, his arm tightening, pulling me closer

"But tell me one thing." He continued, pulling me onto his lap sideways, "Were you going to try to run?"

"Yes." I whispered, bowing my head down.  I knew if I lied Justin would know, anyway.

Justin nodded his head and his tattoo covered arm reached up and his fingers brushed over my cheek, "Don't leave me. Please baby girl."

"Why do you even care? I'm just some girl who you found." I shook my head.  I wasn't special, why couldn't he have taken someone else?   Maybe that annoying girl in my English class. . . 

"But now kitten, you're mine. And I care about you." He answered, and I couldn't help but scoff.

"If you cared about me you'd let me go."  

"I can't." He shook his head, looking into my eyes.  He was selfish, if he truly cared about me - as he claims - he would want me to be happy.  And he must know in order for me to be happy, I would have to be far away from him.

I rolled my eyes and got off his lap, but I stayed on his side of the booth, although I hated him, he was still my only protection in this creepy area. 

A busty blonde walked over to our table, shaking her hips and trying to push out her fake boobs.  This isn't Hooters, I thought to myself. 

"Hey, what can I get you two today." She beamed her pretty porcelain teeth at us.

"We'll just grab two orders of pancakes, is that good, kitten?" I nodded and looked back at the waitress who was fiddling with her necklace which was dangerously close to her cleavage.

"Coming right up." She winked at Justin before strutting away, not so humbly shaking her ass.  

"Gross," I mumbled, shaking my head at today's world.  

"I know some of my buddies who make their girls dress in some pretty skimpy shit, I don't understand it." Justin shook his head, "I'd much rather see you in my clothes."

I pressed my lips into a straight line, the waitress had come back, and had attempted in flirting with Justin.

"So, what is a brother and sister doing here today?" She asked, plastering on a fake smile.  To think I called her teeth pretty.

"Actually, she's my girlfriend." Justin said, his arm still covering my shoulders.

"Oh, well if this doesn't work out, you know where to find me." She winked and placed our food down on the table.

"Can you just leave?" Justin rolled his eyes clearly annoyed.  At least he wasn't a pig.

The waitress stomped away, clearly embarrassed by being turned down.

We had now both finished our food, and Justin was taking us back home. When we entered the house, Justin took me up to his room again and I sat obediently on the bed as he rushed into the bathroom. He came back out, holding a small black kit in his hands.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" He pondered unlocking the black case.

"Um, it depends."  Please not another punishment.

"This," he pulled out a long needle, "will inject a tracker into you."

My eyes widened as Justin made his way over to me, holding my arm firmly.

"Please don't do this, p-please." I whispered struggling desperately.  

"Too late," He whispered before plunging it into my arm.

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