After my little limo ride, Justin decided he wasn't in a party mood anymore and Ryan had to leave. So it was just him and me.
I was totally creeped out with him hitting on me, but I was stuck. I ended up locking myself in a room and crashing. But that's not important. The important thing is what happened at and after the concert.
I had to go up onstage and dance with Justin, because I "won" the contest.
Well, he called me up and I danced with the big idiot.
That's not the big shocker either.
You see, I don't have parents. It's embarrassing. They died in a car crash, and I live in a temporary foster home. Nobody wanted a fourteen year old girl, so I've been bouncing around for two years.
So I go backstage with Justin because I have no choice, and he says, "Look, I know you're not gonna take this well…. But… you belong to me now."
"Wh- what?"
"Um, yeah, I sorta took you outta the foster home and… yeah, you sorta hafta come with me…"
"No way…."
"Yes way. You're stuff's already in the limo, and well, yeah."
"No."
"You'll take classes with me, and you can come back to visit your friends, but until you're eighteen, you're mine."
"Why? "
"You're a gift."
"I hate you."
"Well, it's gonna be a long two years, then."
"No way."
"It's okay, sweetheart. "
"Don't call me that."
"Whatever. Just go say goodbye to your friends, then you're coming with me."
"What's to stop me from running?"
"Armed bodyguards."
I said goodbyes to my friends, but I'd see them in two years at the very most, and if I played my cards right, I could visit them whenever.
Plus, I was convinced I was dreaming.
When the full reality of what was happening hit me when I was sitting in the limo and I broke down in tears, shaking.
"Don't cry, angel, don't cry, please..."
I sighed and cried until no more tears could come.