*Karlie's POV*

"I want to go home" I whisper, staring at my feet. I'm sitting on my bed as Julian is looking at himself on the mirror

"I think that won't be an option around here" he says.

"I really don't want to stay, Julian." I say quietly. All he does is sigh. After a few seconds he turns around to face me.

"You must follow some rules here. First of all, no running away. You don't want to face the consequences. Secondly, you'll be happy here. Thirdly, I am the dominate of this relationship"

I keep silent. It's stupid how I thought he was nice.

"Now wear something, we're going outside" he orders, checking his phone

"I'm not in the mood" I answer, lying back on the bed.

"Don't disobey. Wear these" he throws some clothes on me.

Growling, I stand up. I wear a pair of black shorts he chose for me and a 'Ramones' white top. I'm lucky he didn't choose any shitty girly clothes girls wear here.

After I'm done, he interwines his fingers with mine. I mentally roll my eyes but I know I can't do anything to change that.

In a few minutes we arrive at a big -wait no- huge ass place. I see Julian greeting some people and that guy Martin. Rolling my eyes, I pretend I don't see anyone. I scan the room with my eyes and spot a small open room which is...oh! The decks. Now I realise I'm in an EDM festival and I'll be listening to crappy music all night long. I frown at the thought and cross my arms, something I do to keep myself from punching the first person I see on the face.

Speaking of punching the first person I see, Martin comes up at me and smirks, making me feel disgusted

"Why is a girl like you upset?" he asks, making me scoff

"I was actually upset before you came. Now I'm annoyed as fuck." I reply, completely turning his friendly mood off.

"You're really hurting me here, princess" he states, placing a hand on his heart, acting. I roll my eyes at his actions and decide to look somewhere else, ignoring him

"For real now, what's wrong?" he asks.What is wrong with you?

"What kind of music do you hate the most?"

"Country, I guess" he answers after some seconds of thinking

"Well imagine that you are forced to be in a country-music festival till the morning non-stop." I tell him, so he gets the point.

"Aah, I see." he chuckles, "I could give you my phone and earphones if you want to listen to your own music while DJs are playing" he offers and my jaw almost drops.

Like, yesterday he slapped me like I was a filthy animal and now he treats me like I'm his friend? I don't get it

"I don't get it"

"What?"

"Your attitude. You like me or not?"

He chuckles.

"I do. Just...You can be so fucking annoying at times." he smiles. I simply nod and give him a small smile.

Really, a small one. I'm not gonna be all friendly on him.

He hands me his phone & earphones and I mumble a 'thank you' before some people and the three of us go close to the stage. As I place an earphone on my ear, I see Julian coming closer.

"Stay here,okay? If you want anything, just let that man know" he says pointing a man

"Hell no. Listen, this isn't my type of fun. I'll just put these earphones on and listen to my music. I won't need anything besides water or toilet- oh my god is this fucking David Guetta?"

Julian chuckles at my reaction and plants a kiss on my cheek.

"Exactly. See you later!" he leaves after winking.

I immediately wipe my cheek after this

Happily, I open Martin's phone and go on spotify. I search for my user account and playlists. 'Tumblr Girls' by G-Eazy is coming first and 'Till I collapse' by Eminem follows.

Not more than 7 minutes pass, I get bored. Curiously, I unlock the phone and go through the apps. I press on 'Instagram' and almost wince when I see the number of notifications he has. I search up for my profile and click 'send a message'. Grinning, I type a message and hit send at the end

Martin Garrix: wow girl you are so cool over there and I'm such a freakin dumbass shitty asshole who slapped you. i wanna let you burn my hand after that. xx

I laugh at myself for the message and exit instagram eventually. I open the Gallery and click on random pictures. I see one which it's him smoking and holding a bottle of beer in his hand. I roll my eyes at how he is a typical famous Dutch DJ.

Afterwards my eyes meet a photo of which it's two children, a boy and a girl. The boy is eating a cake greedily while the girl has a huge grin on her face.

Martijn & Laura Garritsen

I see the caption and realise it's Martin when he was young. I smile at it while I scan with my eyes his cute face details from back then. I swipe my finger across the screen to see the next photo and I see a selfie of him which says 'Dillon's challenge'. He is wearing red crayon on his lips and pink rouge on his cheeks in that one. I can't help but burst out laughing.

Then it's when I see another picture of him, being with Julian in 2013. It's the year they saw me. It send shivers down my spine and I decide it's time to close the gallery.

Curious about what's going on, I take the earphones off and I take the guts to stand up and hand Martin's phone to David fucking Guetta.

"It's Martin's. Can you please keep it until I come back?" I ask politely, sounding normal. (thank god)

He gives me a smile and thumbs up at me. Smiling back, I turn back to silenty squeal in excitement.

Then, I make my way towards the stage. I see Martin talking with someone else as Julian comes down from the stage and whispers something to him. Martin nods and ducks quickly towards the decks. I chuckle at his actions and I watch as he puts a song on, which begins with a piano melody of a really familiar song. I think it's Animals.

I can hear people cheering as they realise it's Garrix's track. The beat is close to the drop, so Martin stops it and finally stands up with a mic. People cheering becomes louder.

"What's up Amsterdam? My name is Martin Garrix and I am motherfuckin' alive!" he shouts as people become more and more loud. I roll my eyes but smile at the all situation.

The beat comes back again and everyone dances waiting for the big drop. When it comes to it I see him picking up the mic

"Everybody fucking jump"

He jumps continuously, raising his hands to the crowd while everyone also jumps like crazy as I can slightly see. Lazer lights are popping everywhere in the room, making it look magical

Whoah, did I just mention the word 'magical' for a shitty music festival? I'm taking it back.

Suddenly, I feel two arms wrap my waist from behind and I instantly realise it's Julian. I try to ignore it and simply talk to him.

"Why is everybody acting like that? I mean okay, calm down bitches, it's just a DJ who is planning to make noise for you for an hour" I comment, supporting my opinion about EDM festivals. Julian chuckles at my comment as he rests his head on my shoulder.

"Well that's Martin Garrix. And your opinion won't change their madness about him" he says, taking my hair and place it in the other side gently.

"Fine, but they weren't that crazily loud with you" I comment again.

"That's obvious since he is more- geez, you won't stop commenting, will you?" he says jokingly

"Nevermind, I'm just bored" I answer, not responding to his humorless joke. "I have to go to the bathroom. Can I have my phone?" I get an excuse in order to avoid his hands around me.

"I'm afraid you can't" he answers with a smile. I want to kick him so bad.

"Okay I'll just go to the bathroom. Where is it?" I make myself not to sound angry because it's definitely not time to fight. He tells me where the toilets are and I quickly get on my way towards them.

After doing what I wanted to do, I decide not to go back instantly. Then an epic thought of escaping pops in my mind.

Without second thought, I run out of the bathroom and head towards the festival exit door. I decide to walk normally so the guards won't suspect anything. I smile politely at them and they open the doors for me. Success! Now I run to the city and stop by a couple of boys I see.

"Excuse me, do you speak English?" I ask hopefully they do

"Yeah we do" one of them replies and I mentally let out a sigh of relief

"Good. Umm, do you know where the airport is?" I ask again, trying to be as polite as I can.

"It's in the end of this street. I can give you a ride if you want. Or..another kind of ride" another boy of them replies and winks at me. I raise an eyebrow at him

"No thank you. Bye" I wave hastily and run towards the end of the street. The closer I get, the clearer the airport becomes. I smile happily at the thought of going back home again.

I get into the huge building and head to a lady who seems to be working here. I remember having 50 bucks in my pocket so I might be lucky

"Hello, may I know when is the airplane for North Carolina taking off?" I ask politely.

"In about 15 minutes. I'm afraid you won't find any tickets, but I got one for you" she says handing me one

"Oh thank you but I just got 50 bucks and-"

"Guess I'll be buying some clothes when I finish" she jokes. I chuckle at her joke and hand her the 50 bucks. That was a good deal. I thank her before I head towards the gates in order to catch the plane.

Actually I would, but two strong arms grab me back. The man turns me so I'd face him and then I realise it's Martin. His eyebrows are knitted. Fury has filled his eyes making them creep into a greyish colour, looking angrily into mine. Then I know I'm fucked.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he growls at me.

"H-Home". I managed to say a lot of more than that but I got...scared?

I, Karlie Millers, is scared of Martin Garrix. I could list a tons of cussing words for him and now I'm scared? He's not even right.

"Thought so. We have also told you you are not allowed to run away. Actually it's obvious, but you are trying to get to our bad side" he growls again and I gulp. I open my mouth to answer but he interrupts me

"Kill your little smart rebellious self and behave as we want you to. Otherwise, I'll have to lock you in the hotel room all day. Am I clear?" he says demandingly and I nod silently.

"But you don't know how it is like not to be home with two strangers" I find the guts to tell him. He just shoots me a glare and spits some words that make me mad.

"Life is not fair,anyway"

"Fuck you" I mumble, regretting it quickly.

"What did you say?"

I decide to stay silent.

"Come on,repeat yourself"

"I said fuck you. I should have said more because you deserve the worst. Both of you are sick,filthy perverted bastar-"

My sentence gets interrupted because of a similar warm painful feeling on my cheek. I look at him opening the car door for me and I get in after some seconds. He doesn't dare to look at me. He slams the door closed and gets in the driver seat. Our way to the hotel was awkwardly silent. I didn't want to talk to him and I guess he wouldn't either. I can't believe he did it again. I thought I could trust one of the boys but I was wrong. Obviously Karlie, why would someone trust her kidnappers? I act so silly.

I get out of the car and without waiting for him, I go upstairs, to my room. Our room, actually, I'm disgusted with the thought of I relating to them in some way.

"Where have you been?" Julian asks with a sign of worry in his voice. Worry my ass. They are both some sick perverted animals.

I don't reply and don't even bother glance up at him. All I do is take off my shoes and lie on my bed side. It was 11 pm.

"You know we left the festival too early because of you" he blames

"Oh you're gonna yell at me now? Like your friend? Fuck off Julian." that moment Martin came in. Our eyes meet before I roll mine and look somewhere else.

"Dude what happened? I'm so frustrated!" Julian asks him and they have a conversation in rapid Dutch.

After some minutes Martin gets into the bathroom an I'm left alone with Julian. I can see him with my corner of my eye smiling. He comes closer on the bed and I mentally curse.

"Hey it's ok, you could ask me for that" he says calmly, running his fingers through my hair.

"Ask you for what?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"You know,getting on Instagram. Martijn told me that you wanted to go to the toilets so you could log in your Instagram and he caught you. I want you to know it's okay, you can use any app you want, just if some of us is watching. Please don't be upset about that, babe" he says trying to be sweet and caring. I'm confused. Why would Martin lie to him? I'm sure he did just because he'd cover up for the slap. I mentally roll my eyes at the thought.

"Um okay, I just want to see how's my friend and mom doing" I reply, excusing myself. All he does is smile and kiss my forehead.

"You look so damn attractive when you are angry" he states, kissing my neck lightly. I start feeling uncomfortable again and try to ignore the feeling. It's not that Julian isn't hot, but he is my fucking kidnapper.

"Whoah whoah. You could wait for me to leave before you guys fuck." Martin scares us and they bith giggle at his words. I just stay there, disgusted.

"Actually I have an interview in thirty minutes and I need to get going before you go out with Sonja" Julian jokes and gets up from the bed.

Oh thank god.

Wait, that's worse. I'm staying with Martin. Damn!

"Guess we're alone!" he chuckles, acting like nothing happened. I decide to talk to him after he sits besides me on the bed.

"Why did you lie to him?" I ask, really curious about what he's going to say. "So he won't find out about you slapping me right?"

"No. Actually yes, but not in the way it sounds like" he replies calmly and I roll my eyes

"That's what all the filthy liars say." I state and he laughs

"Listen, Karlie. You think I don't understand you? I-"

"Yes. I know you don't"

"Shut up and listen to me. I've been in your shoes. I was a little bit younger than you when I became known wordwide. I had to travel and make a lot of tours. I missed my family, I missed my friends. I met new people and I had to work with strangers and-"

"Wow that's a completely different situation, I feel stupid for allowing myself to listen"

"Will you ever stop interrupting me? Okay sure it is but you must know that I recognize that strange feeling, like you miss home. But I can't change it. It's my dream, that's what I wanted. You think I have everything while a lot of things are missing from me, so don't be a stubborn. I lied because of that. If I didn't, Julian would have tied you on the bed and barely let you go in the bathroom. He is sensitive but you know, he is capable of more things than you think when he is hurt."

Martin speaks to me with words I never thought he'd use. I stared at him surprised the whole time and I can tell he is being honest with me.

"I really want to get on well with you, Karlie. I want us to be friends. I know it's illogical and hard what's going on with Julian and you but it's his choice. And I don't want to hurt either of you." he speaks again, more calmly and quietly that I could barely hear him.

"I guess you have a point" I reply honestly "Thank you" I say, deciding to smile at him for the first time.

"You're welcome" he smiles back and I feel relieved for the first time since I got here.

It's going to be hard to get use to it, but I know Martin is gonna help me do it. At least I hope so. I'm glad to know that I can trust him, he seems sensible. I hope I'm not wrong again