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.


6. 6: Secrets

It turns out that the woman is really nice. Her name is Cathryn and Jason said that he met her when he first started walking by. She had been out gardening and when he asked for food, she gave it to him. I thought it was nice. 

I also learned that Jason hasn't been in a--what he called, normal--home since he was fourteen. I suddenly felt bad that he's had to run around by himself all the time, but he told me it was fine. 

Now, Jason and I are in the room upstairs eating donuts and talking about random stuff. I'm over-ecstatic about having a friend for once, so I feel like asking him everything. 

"So," I say, my mouth half full of donut. I'm not allowed to eat like this in front of people, but I figure that since Jason is boy he doesn't care. "Do you come to Cathryn's house a lot?" 

Jason nods with a smile. "Every day. Breakfast and dinner." 

"That's so nice of her." 

"I know," he looks down for a moment. "I have an emergency stack of money that she gave to me, and no matter how hard I try to give it back she just keeps saying that I need it more than her. She knows I don't need it more than her, and she knows I don't want money." 

I raise an eyebrow. I wonder what he means by that. 

He looks up again. "I don't think you'd be able to say that. Are you sick of money yet?" 

I shrug. I've always loved having the money right when I need it, but when Jason talks about it, he makes money sound like a curse. Maybe it is. 

"I'm sick of money," he says and then looks at me quickly. "Not...that I've ever had it. I just think it's better to give money to people who need it than have it." 

"That's an interesting view on life." I say. "You seem like a really good person. Let me rephrase that--you are a really good person."

Jason smiles. "You really think so?" 

I smile back. "Of course. You're the nicest, most down to earth person I've ever met. Even if we only met yesterday." 

Jason's smile fades. I wonder if I've said something wrong, but instead, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to him. I'm confused. I don't know what to do, so I just start to hug him back. I can hear him sniffling softly and I know he's crying. 

"Hey," I say. "You don't have to cry." 

He pulls away and looks at me. He brushes my hair out of my face and places a kiss on my forehead. I can't move. Nobody's ever kissed me before--not even my parents--and even though this is just a simple friendly kiss on the forehead, I can't help but feel stunned. 

"You're a really good friend. Even though we only met yesterday," Jason says. His hands are still on my arms and I can't help but smile again. "Can I trust you with anything, Winter?" He asks. I nod. Of course he can--he's all I've got now. 

"Good." he says. "Because I have a secret, and you'll probably figure it out sooner or later. But I thought I'd let you know about it so you don't feel like I'm hiding something. You might as well just know that I am." 

"Can I ask what it is?" 

He shakes his head. We both sit in an awkward silence until he removes his hands from my arms and grabs the remote. 

"Let's watch TV, shall we?" he asks and I nod. I haven't watched TV in so long, and I'm curious as to what's on. 

Jason clicks the power button on the remote and the news pops up on the screen. It's a female reporter and there are a bunch of crying, screaming girls behind her. A man sits next to her, and I recognize him right away. Scooter Braun. 

"It's February 11th, 2015--the anniversary date of Justin Bieber's first documentary, Never Say Never. It also happens to be the saddest day of many of our lives here--the anniversary of Justin's passing. Scooter, how are you today?" the lady turns to Scooter. Scooter wipes away a few tears before answering. 

"I'm...I'm holding up. It's an emotional day for us all, and I just want to say how much I miss the kid. He was such a big part of all of our lives, and the whole crew misses him as much as the fans. I want to ask the fans to watch Never Say Never today, in honor of Justin and all the hard work he did when he was still with us." 

The reporter nods. "I'm very sorry." 

"It's alright. He was a good kid, and he was just spiraling out of control near the time he died. There was too much on his plate." 

"Now I know, that the information you're about to share with us has never been released before. Is it the true story of Justin's passing?" 

Scooter nods. "Yes. I feel like it's time the fans know what really happened." 

"It is to my understanding that officials in the past have said that the cause of death was severe alcohol and drug intake poisoning. Is that true?" 

"No, it is not." Scooter's voice is shaky. "Justin...he was," Scooter starts to choke up and the reporter pats his back while he lets some tears fall. "Sorry," he says. "Anyway, as I was trying to say, Justin was having a hard time. 2013 just wasn't his year. It was right after he released his single, Heartbreaker, when it all happened. He broke down. The kid broke down right before my eyes. He said: 'Scooter, I can't do this anymore. My heart is in pieces, the hate is too much to handle, and the fame and money are both getting to my head. I'm melting down, and I can't take it anymore.'" 

The reporter starts to tear up. 

"I patted his back and responded with, 'Kid, it's never going to be easy. We'll help you get through all of this.' He looked at me, and walked out. The...the next morning I...I knocked on his door and he didn't answer. It was unlocked and when I opened it, he was laying on his bed. I went over to him and tried to...shake him awake. He didn't move." Scooter's voice is beyond shaky now, and he starts to cry. I wipe a few tears away myself and move closer to Jason. He notices that I'm upset and wraps an arm around my shoulder. 

"So you're saying..." the reporter says. Scooter nods. 

"Yes." he responds. "Justin, my bud and my pride and joy--I loved him with all my heart. He worked so hard to get where he was.--committed suicide." 

I gasp and put my hand over my mouth. Jason's arm is gone from my shoulders and the screen turns black. He stands up. 

"I'm going for a walk," he says. "Stay here." 

I watch him as he goes before I stand up myself. I'm still shaking slightly. I wasn't a belieber, but I supported Justin and after hearing that he committed suicide just made my heart drop. 

I take a deep breath, and then make my way downstairs. Since Jason is leaving, I figure that I can only talk to Cathryn. So that is what I'm going to do. Cathryn will be my friend while Jason's gone.


I cried while writing this. More than I did when Justin died in 'Bieber' :c Why do I have to make everything so emotionally painful? 

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