I shook my head chuckling, "Of course not." I mumbled.

He looked at me, guilt in his eyes. He walked to the toilet and opened the bottle that held my drugs from the hospital, tipping it a little. I instantly regretted switching the bottles. "Stop, Justin! I need them!" I gasped dropping the sharp glass and running to him.

He lifted up all of the pills so I couldn't reach them, "You don't need them, love." He said.

"I do!" I screamed crying jumping to reach the falling pills, but he blocked my way. He threw the empty bottle on the floor and flushed the toilet quickly. "No, Justin those aren't the drugs. I switched the bottles!" He looked confused and looked into the bottle, noticing the pain medication was a different color. He sighed and rubbed his forehead before dumping them anyways, then grabbing the actual drugs and dumping them out.

A sob escaped my lips and I don't know what for. The loss of my medication which I would most likely need the next time he punishes me, or the actual drugs that almost gave me enough strength to escape this world.

He turned around and pulled me into his chest. I wrapped my arms around myself and rested my forehead on his chest, and he rested his cheek against my head. He rubbed my back and played with the ends of my hair, whispering comforting words to me.

"I'm sorry, angel." he whispered. I shook my head. I just want this high to disappear.

He walked me into the bedroom and set me down on his silky black sheets. He then climbed in next to me and cradled me in his warm arms. He nuzzled my cheek, leaving little kisses until he reached my neck. He let his lips linger there, leaving many pecks on one spot. He began to bite and suck, leaving a mark. By now I have stopped crying and I sat there, emotionless. My body is forced to reject my feelings because it seems like every other second I'm overcome with a new emotion. I felt tears hit my neck.

I listened to him sniffle. This is the man has thrown me into a whirlpool. I hate him, so much, but I can't help but want to love him as well. He cares for me but he hurts me, he loves me but he calls me a whore. I wiggle my arms around him and give a soft kiss to his temple while I listened to his breathing slow. He unconsciously pulled me closer to him and I snuggled into his shoulder, slowly drifting off as well.

...

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.

I heard loud alarms going off, waking me from my peaceful slumber. I opened my eyes to see Justin getting a gun from the desk, quickly hiding it from my view when I sit up. He stuffed it behind his back and ran to me, grabbing my hand and dragging me behind him, his gun in front of his body. I stumbled behind him, to confused and tired to ask any questions. He runs with me throughout the top floor. Looking for something. Why won't this beeping stop? It's annoying. He quickly ran into his office and sat down in his chair pulling me in his lap. He wrapped a tight arm around my waist. He used his other hand to open something on his computer, the security cameras.

I looked at all the little screens showing each camera's feed and saw men in black walking throughout the house damaging things and looking in rooms.

"Babygirl, I need you to look out the door and tell me if you see anyone coming okay?" Justin whispered.

I nodded my head and moved my head to the office door. I heard the front door opening and as soon as I heard it, Justin covered my ears and turned me so I was straddling him, facing the wall instead of the door. I nuzzled his neck, still hearing the booms, but not enough for the ringing to come into my ears. I wrapped my arms around his torso when I felt one of his hands be released. He pressed a button on his desk and a metal door replaced his normal office door.

"Justin?" I asked him worriedly.

"Yes, baby?" He replied, looking down at me. I looked up into his caramel brown eyes and asked, "What is going on? What happened?"

He smiled, just barely, a little tug on his lips, and replied, "Nothing you should worry about okay? Just some people who weren't invited came in. Probably looking for something they won't get."

"Robbers?" I ask, frustrated that he told me I shouldn't worry about it. People were in the house, obviously looking for something.

He shrugged, "Kinda." He picked me up and took me to the dark corner of the room, sitting me down in between his legs. If you walked into the room, you couldn't see us.

He began to twirl my hair in his hands. I chewed my lip nervously, but I knew not to worry too much. Justin always made me feel safe. I heard banging and sat upright, the banging was coming from the metal door. Justin got up from behind me and grabbed his gun off the desk and slowly looked through the door.

He sighed in relief and opened it to reveal Ryan. "Come here, Selena," Justin said. I ran up to his side and he wrapped a tight arm around my waist. "Ryan is going to take you somewhere, listen to everything he says because he won't feel bad about punishment okay?" Justin asked.

I nodded, "What about you?"

"Well I'm going to stay here, I'll come get you later." He said, tears forming his eyes.

"Promise?" I asked him. I didn't want to stay with Ryan, he may be like my big brother, but I feel safe with Justin, nothing can change that.

He silently shook his head and kissed my temple, running his hand along my hip, where his tattoo is, "Promise me, that if I don't come back, you won't forget me? You'll remember you're mine?" He asked.

I nodded, "Promise." I told him. How could I forget?

He smiled and pecked my lips. "I love you so much Selena, don't you forget that." I wanted to tell him, I wanted to let him know that I cared about him as well. Through thick and thin, the same feeling always remained. "I-I Lo-o-"

I was cut off from my stuttering by Justin giving my hand to Ryan and Ryan pulling me down the hallway towards a secret staircase.

Ryan ran me down many stairs until we reached an exit. He pulled me to his truck and buckled me in before running to his side, not even buckling up, and speeding out of the property. "Where are we going?" I asked worriedly.

"We are going to Justin's house in Las Vegas, he will meet us there in a few days if he... ya know... makes it."

I nodded in understanding. I grabbed his hand,"Promise me, if Justin doesn't make it out, you'll always be there?" I asked him. I needed to know I had someone there for me.

"I promise you, Angel. I will always be there, whether Justin is or not," he said, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.