Stalker (Justin Bieber)

Chapter 2 - So Close

Breanna P.O.V

It was around 1:00 am when I woke up. I was praying this was a dream, but uhh... It's not so.

I have to pee.

I walked to the mini bathroom that was in the room Justin gave me. That's when I got extra excited. A window!

SCORE!

I tried opening it but it wouldn't budge. I kept trying and trying and it finally opened.

Hmm. Should I pee first? Naah.

I put the top half of my body threw the window. Shit! This is preeetty far down. Why would I start this way? I'll fall on my head.

I tried turning around but I felt my legs kick some bottles ( I'm guessing shampoo ) and they fell. Great.

I felt a pair of hands grip my legs and yank me back inside causing me to fall onto the floor.

" Ow! " I shouted standing up.

" What the hell are you doing?! " He yelled, his eyes were really dark with anger. Uh Oh.

Without answering him I darted out of the bathroom. I ran down the hall and into the room with bookshelves and notebooks.

Closet, Closet, Closet.... CLOSET!

I think as I spot a closet. I run over and hide in the closet. Wait, Why would I hide in the closet? I should have ran out the-... Fuck. I hear footsteps.

Don't open the door, please don't open the door.

" Get up! " Damn, he opened the door.

Justin yanked me up and I tried fighting back.

" Get off you dick! " I spat.

" What did I say about swearing? " His grip got tighter.

" Fuck what you say! " I try pushing him off of me but he doesn't budge.

" I should beat your ass. " He whispers in my ear.

Ew. When he draws himself back, I don't hesitate to spit in his face. He let's go of me to wipe his face and I find myself not able to move. I just stood there, terrified of his reaction.

Next thing I know his fist came in contact with my left cheek. The punch wasn't enough to make a mark, but it sure as hell will be sore.

" Shit. " I say trying to fight back tears.

He has me up against the wall trapping me with his two arms. The pain was really starting to get worse. I could really feel it now and I couldn't hold back my tears any longer.

Tears fell from my face as I tried to wipe them away as quick as possible.

" Cupcake why are you crying? " He stroked my face.

Is he serious?

" Don't call me that. " I said with my head in my hands.

" Tell me why you're crying. " He demanded.

" Why do you think I'm crying!? Dude you just punched me in the fucking face! " I exclaimed. He didn't seem to comment on my curse word.

" You spit on me Cupcake. You're lucky I didn't punish you. " He had a sympathetic look in his eye.

" Well you kidnapped me, Cupcake. " I mocked him.

" I was up all night and I couldn't sleep. I was going to come to your room and asked you to lay with me. Then I saw half of your body out a window. " He stated.

" I would never sleep with you. " I snapped.

" Awe that's cute. You think you have a choice. " He smiled and grabbed my hand. " Let's go. You're not suppose to be in my library. "

Justin led me back down the hall and to his room. I don't want to sleep here.

" Lay down. " He instructed.

I sighed and laid down. He pulled his shirt over his head and took off his pants. He slid behind me in the bed and wrapped his arms around me. I tried moving up so I wouldn't be to close.

" Stop moving. " He said.

A tear rolled down my face. I was getting a headache from crying, but it's all I could do. Cry.

" Cupcake, please don't cry. You're too beautiful to cry. " He mumbles in the back of my neck.

I kept sobbing into the sheets and he took his arm from around me.

" If it hurts you that bad to sleep in the same bed as me, you can go to your room. " He sighs.

" R-Really? " I stuttered.

" Yes, now go before I change my mind. " He says with his eyes closed.

I exit the room hearing him mumble " Drama Queen " as I left. I walked to my room and climbed in bed. That's when I realized.....

I didn't pee yet.

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Justin is 20! OMG! He is getting so old, I love him so much! ❤❤