Afterparty Craze

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BTW this whole chapter is Justin's POV, so I'm not going to say who it is in every paragraph like I normally do. Okie, ppl. I'll shut up now so you can read! Hope you like it!

Justin's POV

I walked across the street to see how Sara was doing. She hadn't been to school for 3 days, and I was beginning to worry... a lot. After that freaking dickhead almost raped her at my party, I was a little protective of her. I had sent everybody home after it happened, and I went back over to Sara's place to stay with her. I had to tuck her little sister, Bella, in, because she was too weak to do it herself. Her parents were out of town, and Sara had almost burst into tears when I suggested I call to tell them what happened. So, with her parents not knowing, and I not knowing when Sara would regain her full self again, I knocked on the door. Bella came to open it, and her face brightened up when she saw me. "Sara is in her room, moping." she said with a matter-of-fact look on her face. "Do you want to bring this penut-butter and jelly sandwich to her? I made it myself!" she said proudly. I smiled, and took the sandwich. "Thanks, Bella. I'll give it to her..." I bent down on one knee to be at her height. "And tell her that her very special little sister made it just for her." She giggled as I tickled her sides. Then, standing up, I sighed and went upstairs to Sara's room. When I entered the room, she got up off of her bed, only to fall right back down, onto the floor, and lay their, motionless. I set the sandwich down hurriedly, and called out, "Bella! call your parents! Sara has to go to the hospital!" I grabbed my phone from my pocket, and called 911. "Hello? Yes, we have an emergency."

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I walked swifly by the stretcher's side as Sara lay on it, while the doctors rushed her into the emergency room. "It's gonna be ok, Sara. I'm right here." I whispered as they closed the doors and asked me to wait outside. I sat down in a chair, and put my hands together. Please, God, I beg you! Don't let her slip through my fingers! I... I can't lose her..... I.. love her.

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