New Beginnings. Chapter 2: Taken... Again?

Hey guys! I really appreciate all the comments on the last chapter and I have (as you can see), decided to continue this story. I hope that you guys like this, because I've been working hard on this. Leave some comments and the next chappy will be up in a few days!(:

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After searching through some clothes, the man still by my side, I found some things. I pushed the racks to the side and searched for more. When I looked up, and through the glass window, I saw Justin again. Was he following me? I glanced behind me, the guys both messing around with some jewelry or something. Justin and I made eye contact and I made sure no one was looking as I tried communicating with him. 

"HELP ME." I mouthed. 

All I saw was Justin disappear in a crowd of girls. And that was it. 

OCTOBER 6TH, 2012

NOON MDT(MOUNTAIN DAYLIGHT TIME)

"Did you find something?" Justin(the one who kidnapped me) whispered in my ear. 

I turned around and without saying anything, I held up a few shirts that I had found searching through the racks. He grabbed them and my arm and dragged me over to the register. I stood there, looking in every direction for Justin Bieber. Where could he have gone in this tiny mall? I wanted him to come take me away and bring me home. 

"What the hell are you looking at?" the other one asked me. 

"I- nothing. I just need to go to the bathroom." I said quietly. 

"Oh no, no, no. We know that trick, you're not fucking getting away-" 

"Sir, here's your bags." the cashier interrupted. 

I smiled at her and took the bags in my hands and we exited the store. I looed behind me and she kept her eyes on me: she knew that something was wrong too. I just kept looking around, searching for Justin and where he could possibly be by now. Usually you'd know by the crowds of girls, but he might've left. Just left me like this when he knew that something was wrong. 

"Can we go in there?" I asked. 

"Fine, make it quick." 

I pointed to Hollister, the darkest store I knew. I could possibly get away in there, it was my only chance now that Justin was gone. 

As I searched through the clothes, I wasn't paying attention to anything but how to find a way out of here without them. They were just standing behind me, not doing much but glancing around. I turned my head a bit, trying not to make it look obvious. And that's when it happened. My eyes met the one and only Justin Bieber's. He saw me, he didn't leave! 

I watched him secretly and watched his hand movements. I could barely make out what he was trying to mouth. I started laughing, barely holding it in when I watched him pick up a random piece of clothing and pretending to march off. Then he held up the number 3. That's it; dressing room 3! 

"Why are you laughing?" Justin asked. 

"I just remembered a time that-" 

"We don't wanna hear your sob stories. Are you almost done hear?" 

"I need to try this on." 

They looked at each other then back at me. How in the hell was I supposed to escape a dressing room? Through the windows that they didn't have? Shit. What was Justin's plan anyways? How were we supposed to escape? The only thing I could do was take a risk. 

"Fine. If you don't come out of there in 10 minutes, we're coming in." 

I took a deep breath and they escorted me to the dressing rooms. From there, I was brought into the back and I saw a few bodyguards back there. Must've been Justin's, by the way the were guarding dressing room 3. 

One of the guards grabbed my arm and I looked at him. Justin must've told them about me. I was brought into the small dressing room and the door was closed. I saw Justin who just held a finger up to his mouth, telling me to be quiet. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this." I whispered. 

"Believe it, now follow my lead okay?" he said as he grabbed my hand. 

Well being in a cramped dressing room with Justin Bieber holding your hand wasn't an everyday thing, now was it? I wasn't even paying attention to how I was with the most famous person in the world right now, I just wanted to go home. 

"Alright, now." he whispered to the door. 

I looked down and saw one of the people's feet walk away and out. Where could they be going when I needed them most? Well we needed them the most. I waited and waited, and just a few seconds later, I heard someone yell. 

"JUSTIN BIEBER'S IN THE DRESSING ROOM!" I heard. 

I looked at Justin and he looked at me. I wasn't sure what his plan was but he obviously knew what he was doing by the looks of it. 

"Don't let go of my hand." he whispered. 

The door flew open and girls were jumping around and screaming and crying and fainting. Wow, there were a lot of them too. Justin pulled me through the crowd while ducking and covering his face. I looked around, seeing if I could spot my kidnappers, but I couldn't see them. And then our eyes met. Damn, why did I have to see him!? He tapped his friend and they both saw me and as I was being pulled along, they disappeared in a crowd of girls. No, now I lost them and they were going to find me. 

I didn't even realize it, but by now we were running through the mall, being chased by girls. I was still holding Justin's hand and I could see the light of day just up ahead. Was I actually getting out of here? My heart was beating fast, but I knew that I was safe as Justin pushed the doors open and we were outside. I was literally picked up off of my feet and put into a car and it seemed as if in seconds someone was driving the car out of the lot. 

I was trying to catch my breath and I wasn't even paying attention to anything around me. But when I finally took a look around, I noticed that I was actually sitting on Justin's lap. Well that got awkward quick. I turned around and blushed. 

"I'm so sorry." I said, blushing even more. 

"It's okay, I'm just glad that you got out of there. Did they..." he paused. 

I waited for an answer. But I think that he knew exactly what we were both thinking. 

"Kidnap me? Y-Yeah. Thank you so much, I thought that I was going to be stuck with them forever." 

I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. Facing death last night, was the only thing in life I was trying to avoid, and with my luck I just couldn't get away from it. And now Justin Bieber had kidnapped me from my kidnappers. What the hell was going on in my life?! 

It became quiet as we drove along, no one knew what to say exactly. I was so grateful for Justin being there, or I'd be dead. But how do you repay someone for saving your life? I just sat there, thanking him over and over and over again until he literally told me to shut up. I was still scared out of my mind, they could still find me and they would definitely kill me now. 

"So, I guess I'll be getting home then?" I said quietly. 

"You can't go home..." Justin said. 

"Wait, what?" 

"They're not going to stop looking for you, honey." another woman said. 

No, this really couldn't be happening. I had to see my mom and hug her and tell her that I was okay. I couldn't just hide and act like everything was okay, this was NOT okay. 

"But my family..." my voice trailed off. 

I felt my emotions exploding throughout my body. I couldn't live like this; my twin brother, my dad, my mom. I couldn't live without them. 

"Please, just- just let me go home. They'll kill my family, you don't know what they'll do. The things the said- they weren't kidding!" I yelled. 

Tears were coming to my eyes when nobody said a thing. How was I supposed to cope with this? 

When the car finally came to a full stop, I looked out of the window to see a hotel, one of the most expensive in town. I stood up, off of Justin's lap and he helped me out of the car. I was still in shock from our conversation, so Justin helped me all the way up to his hotel room. 

I sat in his room, balling my eyes out. Justin sat next to me on his bed and put his arms around me, trying to comfort me. 

Did you like the second chapter? Sorry if the names are confusing you, but yeah...(:

-Ana.