T H E : A R C H E T Y P E S

♡ | T H E : A R C H E T Y P E S | ♡ CHAPTER 14

* NOTE: I'd like to clarify that I do not think Justin Bieber is a violent or abusive person. This is purely fictional. *

'I will drive past your house 

And if the lights are all out 

I'll see who's around.'

I glared at him in the car and crossed my arms.  

"We're going to be making a stop, soon." He informed me.  

I looked out the window, disregarding his words.

This is so humilating. 

He kidnaps me and is acting as if nothing happened.

I sense signs of bipolarism.

The car stopped abruptly and I considered my options.

He know stood on my side if the car and waited for me to get out.

I didn't budge.  

He hovered over me, unbuckled my seatbelt and was going to lift me out when I stopped him.  

"Fine."

I got out reluctantly and followed him in.

If it wasn't for the horrible circumsatances I would be enjoying my time in this Michael Kors boutique.

I looked at Justin and waited for his instructions.

"I'm going to pick a dress for you to wear tonight." He instructed.  

I scoffed.

I dragged on alongside him as he picked up various dresses than he pulled me towards the fitting booths.

He shoved me inside of one and handed me the dresses all at once.  

I almost fell to my knees.

"After trying a dress on, you must 

come out and show me for my approval."  

I was about to shut the curtain when he halted me.  

"Don't be shy, to ask for help." He flirted.

I held back my gagging noise and shut the curtain.

This were definetely not dresses.  

They barely covered my midriff.  

I pulled one on and opened half of the curtain.  

Justin was already standing directly outside and he analyzed the dress.

Was he watching me change this whole time?

"Try on another." He dismissed.  

I nodded and retreated back inside.

Where was Harry?  

Was he still asleep?  

I should call him!

I patted my clothes, in search for my phone but, realized I had left it back home.

I sighed in defeat and continued modelling for Justin.

The cheeky bastard made me try on several more dresses until, he finally chose the most reveal out of the bunch.  

Figures.

He payed for the dress, a pair of platform shoes and accessories.  

I felt like I was on those shows where you get a whole new makeover.