Platinum Heart

Winter Rose Ridland has always been rich. She's used to the maids cleaning for her, the butlers fetching her food, the kids at school bowing down before her, and the constant spending money--but what she isn't used to is surprise road trips. When her dad decides that it's time to send her to boarding school, the family packs up and leaves. What they weren't expecting was a freak car accident, and what Winter wasn't expecting was to survive--and more importantly, she wasn't expecting herself to be found. Will she find a way back to her old life, or will the boy who saves her show her a different one? © 2013 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.

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8. 8: The Truth

When I wake up again I find myself in a spare bedroom at Cathryn's house. When I get up to look around, there's nobody here. I finally decide to sit at the dining room table and wait until someone gets home. 

After a significant amount of time, Cathryn comes through the front door. I sit up immediately and smile. 

"Good morning, Winter." she says. I see that she's having trouble carrying the grocery bags in her hands, so I stand up and grab them from her. 

"Good morning." I say and set the bags down onto the kitchen counter. "How are you?" 

She smiles. "I'm great. And you?" 

I shrug. To be honest, I didn't sleep good at all. I remember having a nightmare about my parents in the clearing. Jason held me for a while until he decided that it would be better for me to sleep in an actual bed, not in the middle of the woods. He carried me to Cathryn's house, but that's all I remember. "I've been better." Is all I say. 

Cathryn nods as she starts to take out soup cans from the bags. "I'm really sorry about your parents. I remember when my mother died, I was devastated." 

I walk over next to her and start to help her. "I'm not all that devastated." I say. "They weren't very good to me. Bonding wise. They just thought that I'd be happy if they bought me stuff all the time." 

Cathryn frowns. "How did you have so much money?" 

"My dad owned a business. I don't know if the people there know about his death yet but I don't want to know what happens when they do." 

She nods. "Well, you can stay here until we figure out where to put you." 

"We?" 

"Yes. Ju-Jason's very persistent on making sure you aren't uncomfortable here. He wants you to see how nice a quiet life is, but he doesn't want to force you to stay." 

I smile. "Of course I want to stay. I have nowhere else to go. I mean, I'm sure I was put in the family will, but I'd rather stay in a place where people actually like me for me." I say. "Where is Jason, anyway?" 

Cathryn opens the fridge. "He, uh, had something to take care of. He'll be back later tonight." 

I find myself frowning. "Where'd he go?" 

"He told me not to tell you if you asked." Cathryn turns to face me. "I guess it's a secret." 

I lean against the counter. "He has a lot of secrets. Like, for example, his name isn't really Jason, is it?" 

There is a long silence. I look at Cathryn and she looks at me until she glances at the doorway. I turn my gaze to where she's looking, and there stands Jason. He looks tired. I can see the bags under his eyes. But the one thing that gets to me is his hair. It's styled perfectly into a quiff and my eyes widen. 

"Winter-" 

"I knew it." I say. "I knew that was your secret."

"What? My hair?" he asks. I look at what's clutched in his left hand. Money. 

I ignore his question. "I thought you were sick of money." 

"I am..." he says. 

I cross my arms. Tears are threatening to fall but I don't let them. "You know, you could've told me you were Justin Bieber." I shake my head. "What a sick joke. Making me think that you actually care about my well being, when in reality all you wanted was someone else to talk to who had money. I can't believe this." 

Jason-or should I say Justin?-Justin's mouth falls open and he stands there. 

"Well?" I ask. "Are you going to explain?"

"Is there any way to explain this?" he says. "Yes, I'm Justin not Jason, but who cares? You liked me before I was Justin and I don't see why that has to change." 

I sigh. "It doesn't have to change. I'm just curious as to why you didn't tell me before." 

"We met, what, four days ago? Do you think it would've been a very good idea to say: hey I'm Justin Bieber and I just saved you from a car crash even though I'm supposed to be dead?" 

I can't help but smile. "I guess that would've been a little traumatizing." 

Justin smiles and holds his arms out. "Come here." 

I walk towards him and accept his offer for a hug. We stay like that for a while until he pulls away slightly so he can kiss the top of my head. 

"Thank you." he says quietly. "For not trying to leave when you found out. For liking me for something other than my fame and money." 

I shrug. "Technically you're not famous anymore. You're dead." 

He laughs. "Well, I'm not really dead."

"Hey, that's true. Why don't we go upstairs again and you can explain that to me?" I pull away and cross my arms. Justin smiles again. I love his smile. 

"Okay." he says, and we make our way upstairs. 

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