Trouble

"I wasn't asking about you." I screamed at him.
"oh yeah, not what I heard."
"well trust me, I wouldn't make my life revolve around some stupid, arrogant, manwhore anyways." I felt the rage inside of me with that last sentence.
I walked away with my head held high, no regrets, nothing. It felt like a ton of brick had been lifted off my shoulders, I had relief from him.
He ran up and grabbed my arm tightly, I tried to jerk away but his grip only got tighter. "Let go of me I'm going home!" "No you're not!" and with that, everything went black.

This story contains racing, drinking, drugs, and alcohol. Other celebrities and Justin's friends will be featured. This story is full of twists and turns that you won't see coming.

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34. Chapter 33

I drove away instantly. I didn’t want him seeing that I might care as to why he felt bad, or if it was the fact that I left all the presents on his front porch. I just wanted to get home as quick as possible, but i kept hitting every red light. over and over again. I rested my head on the steering wheel and closed my eyes for a minute, just a second. I heard a horn honk, I looked up and pressed the gas instantly assuming they were honking at me…….

  I woke up hearing beeping all around me and to the smell of flowers. I felt a ache in my head, very dull, but VERY present. My eyes were blurry and trying to focus on the sharp pain in my arm where a needle was inserted in my arm and taped to secure it. I looked down and saw myself in a gown, one leg sticking out from under the blanket, the other still covered. I looked around the room, I saw my grandmother sitting in a chair to the right.   “Grams…?” I managed to mumble, breathless and practically a whisper.   “Darling” she ran over and cupped my face with her hands. I winced at the touch of hand, not out of pain, but the thought. I didn’t know what was going on, much less where I was or what had happened. I don’t remember anything. “Baby girl, how do you feel?” she wore a worried look.   “What happened?” this was spoken softly.   “You were at the stop light. There was a driver that was running a red light. You had a green light, I-I don’t know if you didn’t see him or..” she was crying silent tears, “I thought you weren’t going to make it. When I got the call I rushed to the site, There wasn’t even a drivers seat. You were pushed to the passengers seat.” she wiped her face, I just stared at her, “I don’t know how, no one does. They are calling you the miracle, but it doesn’t matter. I believe your angel had their arms wrapped around you.” She gently got up. “There is someone who has been waiting to see you though, and they want to talk to you. They said you probably wouldn’t want to hear from them, but they are waiting. They seem nice…” she shrugged, “just hear them out while I get the nurse to change you bandage…” she left the room and he walked in.   His eyes were full of sorrow and so were mine.    “I’m sorry.” I began. He held his hand up at me.   “We both came from shit, we BOTH did. Now let me get all this our while I can…” he took a deep breathe, "I treated you poorly and that wasn’t fair to you, and I will forever be sorry. But I want to show you who I can really be. I thought we all I lost you today, I thought I lost you. and I never told you how i really felt.” he walked closer to me, looked me straight in the eye, gently touched my chin, but this time I didn’t wince. “i think, no no no” he shook his head smiling at the ceiling, “ i KNOW i am in love with you. i always was. from day one when i was late to class and i sat right behind you. i just knew then and there that it was you.” a little tear rolled down his perfectly constructed cheek. I reached to wipe it off his face. He grabbed my hand and kissed it, softly with love.   The nurse came walking in with a new roll of gauze and tape, as well as a bottle that looked to be filled with some sort of liquid. Right after a taller man in a white jacket came in with a few younger looking people carrying computers and a file.    “Your grandma went down to the cafeteria, but mostly. how are you feeling?” the nurse asked me.   I looked at her, “I hurt”   “That is normal.” she set the gauze, tape, and bottle right next to me on the bed. Justin was still holding my hand. I enjoy it, in the situation where I am in the most pain, he seems to calm me. “This might hurt.” I heard her peeling the tape off, she threw it away, got a piece of gauze, poured the liquid on it, she then began making circular motion on my face. She threw that paper away and then the man in the white jacket came over and looked at my face.   He pulled a metal tool out of his jacket and rested it on my face, “Is this hot or cold?”    “I am unsure…” I looked at Justin, he looked at the doctor. The other people typed stuff on the computer and then wrote it in the file. “Hm, can you tell me where this tool was sitting on your face?”     “Here?” I touched a random spot on my face. The people typed and wrote more. “We will be back at 19 hours. Don’t wrap it.” he said to the nurse. She nodded and then everyone left. It was just me and Justin.     “Do you want to see it?” he asked squeezing my hand, then getting up and walking to the sink. “See what?” I pushed myself to sit upright in the bed. “See what Justin??”      He brought over a mirror and showed me my reflection. I had stitches starting at my temple, running down my cheekbone, and down to my jawline.  “What is this?” I began to tear up. “Why do I have this?”      He sat by me and held my hands, “Look at me.” I looked up slowly, “When the car got crushed in, your head got hit, pretty bad.” he was stroking my hand “they had to surgical reconstruct your face. The entire left side of your face is now titanium."
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