If I Die... (Final Ending to Deadly in Love)

Chapter 39

(Christie's pov)
-6pm-
The others returned with the food, and I shared the sandwich with Justin. I only ate a fourth of it, because 1.) I'm violating my eating disorder rules and 2.) my stomach feels a bit queasy. I'm starting to get tired, so I laid my head on the pillow.
"Guys, we should be quiet now. Christie wants to go to bed."
Justin spoke for me.
"We were actually planning to stop by the apartment. We have to change clothes and take showers, you know?"
Khalil stood up from his chair.
"Yea, I know."
Justin agreed before they all walked out. Justin and I were in silence.
"I hope nobody minds."
Justin took off his shirt and cuddled with me and Drew. I didn't mind. I never mind.
"I love you, Christie."
He kissed my temple along with Drew's head.
"I love you too."
I closed my eyes against his warm chest.
-5am-
I stirred a little bit, feeling and hearing something unusual going on. I think I just heard the door shut. I moved my arms to feel nothing but air. That's when I shot up in panic. Drew's gone. I frantically searched the room looking for a sign, a trace. I spotted a piece of paper on a chair, but I couldn't reach it. My chest tightened, my throat closed in, and my heart was falling unstoppably.
"Justin."
I choked out inaudibly and touched his calm chest.
"Justin."
I started crying and falling apart all at once.
"Hm? Oh, baby, what's wrong?"
Justin sat up tiredly and placed his hand on my wet cheek.
"He took Drew."
I knew it was Justin's brother who did this. I just knew. Justin took a moment to process my words, scanning my empty hands.
"...Fucking hell."
Justin's eyes filled with anger. I just cried my eyes out and pointed to the piece of paper. Justin grabbed it and read it. His jaw clenched tightly; then he put his head in his hands. I took the paper then read it quietly
"Miss me?"
Those were the only words on the paper.
"Dammit!"
Justin's hands were fists as he hid his face. I couldn't tell if he was crying or having a tantrum, but I knew I was full of tears.
"Fucking bullshit!"
Justin was obviously mad, but his voice wobbled slightly. I don't know why his brother is doing this. As far as I know, Justin didn't do shit to him. Why Drew? Why not me? Drew could be...dead. He could actually be dead. What if he is?!
"Justin, what if he's...not alive anymore?"
I couldn't say "dead". It's too strong.
"Don't say that, Christie. Don't think that way, ok? Jason has him for a reason...I'm sorry to say this, but if Drew was to die, Jason would make sure we saw it."
Justin was crying after all. I could see his eyes red and his cheeks wet along with his nose pink.
"I'm scared, Justin. Please don't let anything bad happen to him."
I nuzzled myself closely against his chest, feeling his unsteady breathing.
"Don't worry, baby. We'll get him back."
He caressed my back, warming me up with his arms. I continued to cry until my head got too numb to stay awake.
-8am-
I woke up feeling miserable and shattered. I can't think properly with Drew not here. Justin hasn't said anything either. My throat has been tightened all morning, and I don't wanna breathe.
"Hey guys. How you feeling, Christie?"
Khalil and the others walked in. I couldn't answer, even when Justin nudged me to.
"What's wrong?"
They must've noticed something was wrong.
"Drew...Jason took him."
Justin muttered. Brie gasped; then the girls started getting emotional.
"Motherfucker."
Za cursed under his breath. Finally, I just let out the tears and started sobbing in Justin's chest. I felt him tightly hold me, his breath getting deep and shaky. I knew he wanted to cry, but he wouldn't, because he only cries in front of me, as far as I know.
"I know, baby."
Justin caressed my back.
"So what are we gonna do, Bieber?"
Khalil didn't sound ok. I know part of it is because he has to take care of Kayla, who's about 4 weeks pregnant, in the hospital instead of at home where it's nice and comfy.
"I don't know, man. He's always one step ahead of us. I'm afraid that if I leave her alone, he might take her too."
Justin stroked my hair and tightened his embrace.
"Well, we can't wait too long."
Khalil stated gloomily.
"Honestly, I think...I think we should wait."
Is he out of his mind?!
"Why?"
I sniffled in his shirt.
"Christie, because he's just teasing us. Nothing bad is gonna happen to Drew unless we're in the same room. If I learned anything from my brother, it's that he wants us to see each other's pain."
Justin mumbled in my hair. I just cried, knowing I can't wait even a second longer. I just want Drew back.
-3 days later-
-8pm-
I want to break down. Drew is not here, and I can't take it. I'm losing it. I put work and effort into raising Drew. He's my baby, and I love him to death. I would lay down my life for him, and I know Justin would too. I know he's feeling just as down as I am.
"Can you please eat something, baby?"
Justin's been begging me to eat, and I was doing good until Drew was taken. I can't do much when my mind's overthinking everything.
"I just want Drew."
I started to cry in my hands.
"I know you do, Christie."
Justin hugged me tightly and kissed my head. I remained hidden in his chest until I had to use the bathroom. I know Justin's worried that I'm gonna kill myself. I'm not. My stomach just hurts a lot. I didn't bother looking in the mirror, because I'm gonna hate what I see. I used the bathroom, but something was wrong. There was blood leaking out of me. I furrowed my eyebrows and felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I made a small grunt in pain and felt that I was sensitive.
"Justin."
I called nervously.
"Christie, is everything ok?"
Justin's voice asked in concern.
"Is this supposed to happen?"
I gave him permission to come in.
"What?"
He walked in and furrowed his eyebrows too.
"I'm bleeding."
I didn't care if he saw me. He's my husband.
"Why?"
Justin moved close to hold my hand. I could tell he was kind of uncomfortable.
"I don't know. This never happened last time."
I bit my lip and gave him a worried look.
"Your period?"
He asked.
"I don't think so."
I shook my head.
"I don't know, baby. I'll go get a nurse."
Justin left the room, and I whimpered a little.
"Mrs. Bieber, are you experiencing any pain?"
A nurse entered with Justin behind her.
"Yea, in my stomach."
I whimpered again.
"Can you walk?"
The nurse asked, and I nodded.
"Ok, I think we should do a quick test. In the meantime, can you get her back in bed?"
The nurse told Justin then left before he could answer.
"C'mon, baby, I got you."
Justin carried me to bed after I had my pants back on.
"Justin, I want Drew."
Despite my pain and confusion, Drew was what was worrying me most.
"We'll get him back, Christie. We need to figure out what's going on with you first."
He caressed my stomach, even though my bones were visible. I know this isn't supposed to happen, and I know that everything is breaking apart. But I just want Drew back. He's the only thing that'll make anything better.

(A/N: So Justin's album is pushed to December...I don't like that but I want him feel comfortable with the it. Anyway, next post is Monday😘)