Okay, this is my first story. It's Demi/Selena although Selena doesn't come into the story until after a few chapters. I wanna build up the story slowly so you guys won't get confused or something. Enjoy!

Demi's POV

Fuck with my mom, hell no. Fuck with my dad, your ass is mine. No one and I mean no one can kill a teenage girl's parents and not feel guilty about it. He's heartless. Plain out heartless. My entire day was normal. I didn't listen in any of my classes, all I could think about was him. Thinking about revenge. Thinking about killing him. I knew I was crazy for thinking I could. Nobody messes with him. Everyone's afraid of him. Nobody even has the balls to call the cops on him. Whoever does has it coming for 'em. He was that dangerous.

I walked into the room, my teeth gritted. I was holding in my anger. And it was practically killing me. The teacher was waiting for me and Joe was sitting on a desk top, with a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes and sat down to wait for the teacher to leave. Thankfully, he left quickly. Most likely because of his fear of Joe.

I stood and walked over to him, shoving him as hard as I could. He barely flinched. It wasn't surprising. My strength compared to his was absolutely nothing. But I could see the anger In his eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Huh?" He walked back to me. I didn't let him speak.

"What the hell is wrong with YOU? Are you some kind of heartless cold-blooded reptile? Huh? Have you ever had a family?" By now, tears were streaming down my face like waterfalls. "You kill my mom. You kill my dad. How can you not feel guilty?" He crossed his arms and stared at me, raising his eyebrows.

"I am." What. The. Fuck. Why did I ever like him?

"No you're not. You killed my mom five years ago. I tried not to let it get to me. But you had to kill my father too? You obviously don't care."

I was out of breath from yelling and crying, I started choking on my tears. He spoke, "Listen, I didn't kill him. My gang did. I told them not to. Maybe if you'd keep your smart mouth shut you would know that." He backed me up against the cold wall.

"No," Was all I managed to say.

"Maybe, your dad shouldn't have called the cops on me."'

"Well, he did. Okay?" He shook his head a little.

He whispered into my ear. "They want you dead as well… But I won't let them do that." I was still shaking and breathing heavily. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Why not?" I asked, leaving my eyes shut.

I felt his hand move up my side, his lips now touching my cheek. "You're different, you're...not afraid of me. No matter what I do, I can't make you scared." His voice gave me chills. I swallowed hard.

"I killed your mom. But you weren't scared." I don't know why I wasn't. I don't know why or how I started to like him after he did. He was just… irresistible. "…And I know you still aren't."

"Nothing you or your gang does will ever make me afraid of you." I spat. He chuckled. I felt his hand slide up the side of my thigh and under my skirt. I took in a shaky breath.

"I will do everything in my best intentions to protect you." I slowly opened my eyes and looked up. His eyes told me that he wasn't lying. He kissed my ear and whispered. "You're mine." He backed up, not once breaking our intense eye connection.

"Mine." And he left the room.

I went home to my empty and abandoned house to face the fact that from now on I will be alone in it. The feeling of bitterness and hatred overwhelmed me. I always wanted to have my own apartment, but I definitely didn't want the death of my father. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I went upstairs to take a shower.

I got into the shower and relaxed my tensed body under the hot running water. I sighed and enjoyed the feeling of the warm jets of water pounding on my flesh. But I couldn't forget him. Joe. I hate him. So much.

He said I was his. What he meant, I wasn't sure. But I sure didn't like how it sounded. Surely it doesn't mean that I am to do everything he says. I still don't fear him or his crew. Like I said before, nothing they do will ever terrify me. And honestly, I think 'bravery' is necessary for my survival at this point. It kept replaying my head, over and over again.

I decided to go out for a while. Nowhere in particular, just for a walk. It was fairly cool outside and the smell of rain was present. A storm was approaching. I smiled a little despite the situation. I love the smell of rain and I love storms. I love walking in the rain alone, just thinking. Thunder rumbled. I thought that was all I heard, but about a minute later I heard, laughter and mumbling behind me.

I turned around to see Joe's gang, all of them. Nick, Jesse, Cody, Mitchell, Taylor, Adam and Sterling. But no Joe. I swallowed hard and remembered what Joe said earlier that day. "They want you dead as well..."

I stood up and faced them, my heart racing. I didn't want to admit it ,not even to myself but I was afraid. But I was hiding it. I was great at hiding fear. They were all smirking, some chuckling, others checking me out. Then Taylor stepped to the front of the crowd and spoke. "Shocking, Nicolas here was right. The little lady's not scared."

My lips curved into a smile. They couldn't detect my fear, good. "Okay, boys-" Sterling cut me off.

"Boys? Please Demi, we're men." He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

"Please, you guys don't seem any older then a bunch of twelve year olds playing a really intense star wars battle." The crew started laughing before Nick spoke up.

"Well, it'll be pretty weird for a twelve year old to have this big of a dick." They laughed again and I scoffed.

"You little bitch..." He whispered. "Still upset that daddy is dead?" He faked a pout, clearly mocking me. I felt the fire light in my eyes.

"Don't you DARE mention my dad in that way AGAIN!" I said, stepping towards them.

"Or else?" Taylor said getting in my face. I went to slap him, but he was fast. His hand grabbed mine, inches away from his face. He seemed to glare at my hand, his grip tightening. He was painfully strong. He was almost breaking my hand. I winced.

"Did you just try to hurt me?" He asked, his voice low and his eyebrow raised. "Look princess, if you ever try to hurt any one of us, you will regret it. Just like your father." He twisted my hand. I felt tears gathering in my eyes but I tried my best not to let one escape. Their laughter rung in my ears, Taylor's over others. I tried my best not to cry.

"Back away from her." A loud voice came and immediately, the laughter died. Taylor immediately released me. I fell to my knees, clutching my hand. I looked up at Taylor. He turned around and I saw him get a little scared. That could only mean one thing. Joe.

I turned to the direction Taylor was facing. There he was, was in his leather jacket, dark blue jeans that fit him just right and a black V-cut shirt. He walked over to me. The boys stepped away, some of them going to run.

I felt my heart pick up the pace just a little. But it wasn't fear. He came over and picked up my hand, it was broken. I winced and shut my eyes. He let it hang, then he looked at Taylor, who was clearly afraid of what was about to happen.

Joe pulled out a pistol, aiming it at Taylor. I saw his eyes widen -mine did as well- and he took off to run. Joe looked at me and pulled the trigger, blasting Taylor in the back of the head. Taylor fell to the ground, blood spilling out of his head.

Joe looked at the rest of his crew. "And if any of you mess with her again, that'll be you." He pointed at Taylor's motionless body. "Now leave, I'll deal with you later." His gang left fear still flooding their eyes as they walked past Taylor's body. My eyes were glued to the dead man, horrified.

Joe knelt down beside me. He picked up my hand and studied it, touching it in different places. I winced when he squeezed my wrist. He sighed then he took a bandage out of his pocket. He began wrapping my wrist up. The pain slowly started dying down, or at least lessening. Eventually I was able to speak.

"Joe?" He looked up. "What do you mean, I'm yours?" He chuckled.

"That's pretty self explanatory, isn't it?" I shook my head.

"Not really. It could mean plenty of things." He chuckled again, finished wrapping my hand and sat beside me.

"It means you're mine. My property. No one can touch you." He was looking ahead, his face blank.

"I'm not something you can own, Joe"

"Yes you are." He stated simply.

"No I'm not." I disagreed. "Why would I be."

"Because I'm Joe. You don't say no to Joe."

"I think I just did." He turned and met my gaze.

"You're mine and no one else's. If I ever see you with someone else, they will die."

"Do I have a say in this?"

"No." Before I could reply, He crashed his lips against mine. In no time, his tongue was tracing my bottom lips for an entry approval. I allowed him to go in. His tongue collided with mine. He leaned over me, making me lay back on the grass. I moaned into the intense kiss. I felt his hand move up the side of my leg and into my skirt. He traced something on my thigh with the tips of his fingers.

"Mine." He said breathlessly as he pulled away.

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