Chapter 7

I jolted up in bed, breathing heavily and clutched my chest, trying to slow down my speeding heart. Sometimes I hate falling asleep because I would occasionally have nightmares. Serious nightmares.

"Arghh," I groaned, rubbing my forehead. I had the worst headache on the face of the planet. What happened? Where am I anyway? Looking around, I ripped the covers off and swung my legs to the side of the bed. I paused, waiting for the room to stop spinning.

"How are you feeling Miss Mileyna?" I heard Augustus ask me. I looked up and saw him at the doorway, waiting for my response. I squinted and glanced around, wondering how I got in Justin's house, in this bed.

"Um, where am I?" I asked him. My voice was almost nonexistent and my throat cried out for moisture.

"You are in Mr. Bieber's room. He placed you here last night." he told me. I groaned, slapping my hand across my forehead. No no no no no! Justin was not supposed to even know that I went out. How did he even find me? "There's some water on the nightstand for you. After you are finished washing up, Mr. Bieber would like to see you in the basement." He smiled and left me to myself.

I saw the water on the nightstand and also two white pills. Perfect. That's exactly what I need right now. I grabbed the water and pills and drained the glass dry. My throat felt much better and I placed the glass back down on the nightstand. I slid off the bed and made my way to the bathroom to wash up.

"Jesus Christ," I hissed, looking at my wild messy hair in the mirror. Mascara smeared around my eyes and there were streaks of black going down my cheekbones. Shaking my head, I peeled off last nights clothes and hopped in the shower.

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"I don't know if I will be able to make it in time, I have things to do."

I peeked around the corner and saw Justin standing in the middle of the exercise equipment, on the phone. After I had got out of the shower, I texted Stormee that I was alright and then realized I had no extra clothes for today's training so I went through his clothes and cut a plain white tee into a crop top. For pants, I just grabbed some basketball shorts and wrapped a hair tie on the side of it so that it wouldn't fall.

"No of course I don't want to-" Justin sighed and yanked at his hair, clearly frustrated. "Fine. I'll be there today. Wait for my call." He got off the phone and put his hands on his head.

"It isn't nice to eavesdrop." Justin said to his phone. I froze. He turned his head my way, eyes narrowed. I laughed nervously and walked towards him.

"Uh well you-"

"Save it." he interrupted. He placed his phone on the chair next to him and turned his attention back to me.

"What the fuck was that last night?" he asked me, coming in my face. My eyes widened and I tried my hardest not to have a reaction at how close he was. I could smell his aftershave and my god it was delicious.

"I just needed to get loose and have fun because I didn't know the next time I would be able to." I explained, tugging at the bottom of my shirt.

"Have fun? Fun time was over the day you started training with me. You were a fool last night and could've even gotten yourself killed! Not that you would remember seeing how hammered you were." he yelled, throwing his arms up in the air.

"Whatever! I'm fine now. Let's just get on with this stupid training so I can get out of here!" I yelled back, pushing past him to get the weights.

He laughed.

"You are too hungover to even train today and what the hell? Is that my shirt?!" he shouted, as he took in the outfit I was wearing. I smiled up at him.

"Why yes, yes it is. I had nothing to wear, so I decided to improvise." His jaw tensed and he walked up to me slowly. He leaned in so close to me that if I moved an inch forward, we would be kissing.

"Don't you ever, ever, touch my shit again without my permission. Do you understand me?" he said in a low voice, jaw clenching as he did. I looked him in the eyes and saw that he was being serious. I nodded, not trusting my voice.

"Good. Now lets get to work."

I grabbed the weights and started off with pushups. My body was weaker than I expected and I couldn't get myself up to do more than two of them. I collapsed on the ground, too weak to even try anymore.

"Wow." Justin muttered. "Pathetic." He shook his head.

"Follow me." He started walking up the stairs and I hurried and got up, following him.

He went through the kitchen and to his office. Stopping in there, he grabbed his keys and wallet and then walked to and out of the front door.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"Get in and put these on." He got in his car and I went in the passenger side, catching the pants that he threw at me. Why would he have a pair of female pants and a shirt in his car? I shook my head and proceeded to put the clothing on.

"Wait, turn your head don't look." I said, pointing in his direction. He scoffed and gave me a once over.

"Don't flatter yourself. You have nothing that I want. Now get dressed, I have a meeting to get to and you're coming with me." He started the car started driving to wherever his meeting was. I glared at him as I put the pants and shirt on and continued to glare at him even after I was finished.

"Glaring isn't going to solve anything you know." Justin said, turning a right corner. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back into the seat, defeated. A few minutes of silence passed by and I started thinking about him and his family and why he had no pictures of them anywhere.

"Justin." I started, not sure how to start off the conversation.

"Hm?" he glanced at me and then back at the road.

"Do you have any siblings?" I asked, fiddling with my fingers. His jaw tensed and hands tightened against the steering wheel.

"Don't ask me any questions about my family." he snapped. I was taken aback. What was so wrong about that?

"Why not? I was just-"

"I said DON'T!" he roared, slamming on the brakes. I gasped and leaned away from him, gripping my seat tightly in fear. He breathed heavily and put his head on the steering wheel, taking in deep breaths.

"I'm sorry. My family is just a really sensitive subject for me. Just please..." he trailed off, looking up at me, pain flashing through his eyes.

My hands hurt from how tightly I was gripping t the seat and I relaxed my hands so blood could circulate through them again.

"It's okay. I'm sorry for trying to bring it up. I won't do it again." I whispered, afraid that he might snap again.

He just sighed and put the car into park.

"We're here." he said, getting out of the car.

I looked up and saw that we were in a desert type place, in the middle of nowhere.

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