Swears dripped on my forehead as I slowly looked around myself to find nothing, but rows of bungalows and trees. Where could he possibly be? In the woods? I scanned the big, bushy trees and something caught my eyes. My breathing quickened as my chest rose inwards and outwards every second.

I walked faster to the bus stop and never licked my lip again to put myself in a safe zone, although I knew he was still watching me. There was a car parked in between those trees and I could see a shadow leaning on it. I never wanted to look at the woods again.

It was so terrifying to know that he was examining each and every movement of mine. I might just pull out my panties between my butt cheeks and he'd find that sexy. Honestly, now I knew how he felt when his fans treated him that way.

I sighed deeply when I realized I did the same to him when I was one of his fans. I still was listening to a few of his songs, like Purpose, but every time I do, it reminded me of the horrible person he was. Something that kept me sane and still hadn't make it a case was that I was not sure if he actually was the one who killed my father.

Yes, it was rumoured that Jason McCann killed my father, but I didn't hear it from the killer himself. Why was my brain thinking about giving him another chance? He freaking shot Michael in the shoulder.

I shrugged those thoughts off and walked to the bus stop to find someone sitting there. I slowed my pace, realizing I could be alone with another kidnapper. When Justin kidnapped me, I was traumatized by the incident and until now, I didn't want to be alone with anybody, especially someone with their hood on. It had always reminded me of him. Speaking of him, I noticed the person waiting for the same bus as I was was wearing a hoodie with their hood on.

I was about to take a sharp turn before I heard someone speaking, "Hey." I looked back to him and stared at his mysterious looks. Jet black hair, dark eyes, tanned face with sharp jaws, and thick eyebrows. He looked good, really good but he was a stranger and strangers scare me.

His plump lips formed a genuine smile, his chubby cheeks popping upwards. His smile almost get me to smile, too. "I'm Calum."

I was going to trust no strangers.

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2nd of April, 2017.