I woke up to someone kissing me and tears hitting my cheeks. I pulled away to see Justin on top of me with his eyes closed and tears running down his face.

"S-Selena." He sobbed, his eyes still closed.

"Justin?" I whispered looking at him, why is he crying.

"I'm so s-sorry baby girl I didn't mean anything I did to you; when I'm angry I let it control me and causes me to h-hurt y-y-you." He cried, putting his head into my neck.

I patted his back, awkwardly trying to comfort him. "I know, believe me I know," I whispered back, thinking about when he tortured me.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered gripping my hips. "Why can't you love me?" He whispered.

I froze. Why can't I love him? Is he joking? I can't love someone who tortured me emotionally and physically. He took me from my family, my friends, my LIFE. Why should I love him?

On another note, he is always sweet to me when I do follow the rules. He is protective and clingy, which I don't mind at all. it is always what I pictured my dream boyfriend would be. I think it is cute actually. He calls me pet names and overall treats me like a princess, no scratch that, queen. He always tries to make me happy. He can't do that when I don't play by the rules. Maybe this is my fault? It isn't his fault that I won't listen.

I sighed, after 5 minutes of me thinking and him waiting for an answer I finally reply, "I'll try for you, Justin."

Is this what they call Stockholm syndrome?

~

"Ready babe?" Justin yelled up the stairs.

I quickly walked down and entered the room wearing my last clean outfit Justin has for me, "Yup. Leggo." I said.

He chuckled and grabbed my hand, "You're very weird." He responded.

"I know," I replied shrugging while swinging our hands.

He just smiled and helped me into his truck since it was too big for me to get into. He buckled me up before walking to his side and turning on the car, still smiling.

"What's up with you Mr.Smiley?" I asked him.

He just chuckled and shook his head.

"Yellow model chick, yellow bottle sipping, yellow Lamborghini yellow top missing, yup yup." I heard him rap under his breath.

I started laughing, he was rapping 'look at me now.' He chuckled, "You got it in my head when you said Leggo. By the way, who lets you listen to that music?" he replied.

I just shrugged my shoulders, "Don't really know, I just do." I replied, finishing the rest of the part for him. He chuckled and we took turns rapping the songs until we reached the mall.

"Alright, come on shawty." He told me chuckling, opening his arms so I would jump into them. I laughed and jumped and he caught me and set me on the ground.

He handed me glasses and gave me a hair tie. I used them, "What are these for?" I questioned.

"Disguise." He replied, putting on his glasses and snapback.

He grabbed my hand tight and told me not to run. I nodded and we kept walking through the doors until we reach a Dairy Queen. I got a chocolate shake and he ordered the same. We walked around just laughing and looking at clothes, Justin buying everything I said was cute. He had 5 bags in one hand while the other was still connected to mine.

His phone beeped so he told me to sit on the bench while he set the bags down to answer it. I was looking through the bags when I heard him say, "For God's sake."

I looked over at him and he sighed typing something on his phone and 2 seconds later a buff man in all black came, "What's wrong boss?"

"I need you to take the bags, I need to go meet someone outside." He replied before grabbing my hand and pulling me to an emergency exit that led to a vacant, skinny hallway.

When he opened the door a man stood there, he looked to be in his forties, but I couldn't tell anything else. He was wearing all black, matching his hair.

"What do you want, Dylan?." Justin spat at him.

"To meet your girl of course." Dylan smirked.

Justin scoffed and shoved me behind him. "Ugly eyes like yours don't deserve to look at her."

"Oh, Justin, don't be so petty. I won't hurt her." The man smirks.

"How do you know about her?" Justin hisses before glancing at his surroundings.

"Now that, Justin, is a secret." He winked at the two of us.

"Fuck you, fat ass." Justin hissed, taking a few steps back towards the emergency exit, but never turning his back.

"Ha. Okay then Bieber, I see how it is." Dylan turned around and Justin pulled me closer into his side, hugging my waist.

"See you later sweet cheeks," Dylan told me, winking.

I felt disgusted, "Justin, who was that?"

He smiled at the nickname before scoffing again, "No one your pretty little eyes should have ever seen." He replied before pulling me back through the mall and to his car, helping me in, then driving back to the house.