A Player Felt Love (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 61: The Bad Guy

100+ votes for the next update because I'm loosing hope.

The end is near.

(Chaz's P.O.V)

"Who do you think you're calling?" I heard a female voice behind me as the phone got slapped away from my ear.

"What the-" I turned around to see who it was. Stephanie. "Stay out of this one, bimbo." It took each and every single inch of me to control myself from smacking the shit out of her.

"You're not calling anyone." She said, slamming her foot on my phone.

"The fuck?!" I, gladly, in full anger, pushed off my phone and held it up to analyze if anything had happened to it.

Gladly, I didn't have an iPhone. So not much damage had been caused.

"You're not going to call ANYONE!" She yelled on top of her lungs.

"What makes you think that?!"

"Listen, the last thing I need right now is you screwing this up for me! I've already had a tough time!"

"Tough time" all of a sudden my tough voice got lost, replaced by a soft laugh. "Honey, you don't know what a tough time is. All your life you've done nothing but screw people's lives. Not even once did you think what an impact one tiny word could have on someone, you did tragic stuff to them. For once, you need to push your narcissist side away and fuckin' focus on the goddamn world you're living in, an know there are people around you. People exist, feelings exist. You need to put a stop to it now, you've gone way too far." And without a word, I jetted off. The thought of Femke struck my mind like a bullet.

She already has less time.

I rubbed the screen of the mobile, wiping Stephanie's dirt off of it and had to switch it on before I called Justin because the force shut it off.

When it turned on, I quickly dialed Justin's number again.

Busy. It went busy.

What the fuck?!

(Justin's P.O.V)

"Get her to the hospital as quickly as you can! I'm in the emergency theatre. I'll go look for Doctor Paul. Be here as soon as possible," Hareem spoke through the phone as I nodded.

After Chaz's call declined, I tried calling him but the call went to a voicemail directly. I was so frustrated, I had to call someone to guide me.

"Y-yeah, I- I'm on my way," I said, my voice only coming out low and shaky. I was beyond terrified. This is the second time this has happened, what if something's terribly wrong? Oh, God forbid.

I rushed to her car, she was in my hands bridal style as I placed her at the back seat in a laying position and hurried to the drivers seat. I got inside, slammed the door shut and jetted off towards the hospital.

It was about a 15 minutes ride at the pace I was driving in and we reached there, the car screeching to a halt but we managed to stop without any damage.

I got out, rushing towards Femke's side and in a hurry I got her out.

Hareem quickly appeared by my side with Ryan and Chaz, helping me in lifting Femke up as I held her bridal style and we walked inside the hospital.

"Get her to the emergency theatre, I'll go check where doctor is." She pointed towards the door with the big label saying 'EMERGENCY THEATRE' on it across the corridor before walking towards the elevator.

"That won't be needed." The deep voice of doctor Paul echoed in the tiled corridor of the hospital as the four of us turned to look at the door of the emergency theatre out of which doctor Paul came out. "This is a symptom indicating the cancer is growing, that she isn't taking enough rest as well. Is she?"