Vivacious //Justin Bieber//

//Chapter 5//

🍁Chapter 5//Vivacious🍁

I woke up on the cold, concrete floor. What am I doing down here?

I tried getting up from the ground but failed each time, feeling a sudden pain all over my body. I looked around the room as I gathered all my strength together and finally sat upright. Seriously, what happened last night?

I tried tying my hair in a messy bun but felt a weird tingling feeling all over my arms. I pulled over the sleeve of my short and noticed wounds and bruises all over my arm. I gasped and tried remembering all I could from last night.

"Hugh Jackman? You like him?" He smirked as I nodded.

"Yeah." I licked my lips.

"Hotter than me?" He bit his lip as I gulped. I knew just where it was going.

I closed my eyes shut right after I remembered what happened next. I didn't need to remember all that, did I?
I carefully stood on my feet and limped towards the bathroom, relaxing over the fact that Justin wasn't in the room.

My body ached as hell. I need to find some painkillers.

I quickly brushed my teeth, bathed (in pain, duh) and wore a pair of new jeans with a simple white tee. I walked into the room, opened all kinds of drawers present in the room and found no presence of a painkiller tablet.

Sighing, I planned on heading downstairs for asking Justin where the painkillers actually were.

'So, your planning to ask help to the person who did all this to you?' My subconscious raised an eyebrow as I sighed.

I had no other choice, right?

So, limping my way towards the door, I opened it and walked toward the stairs as there was not a single sound. Was he home?

I climbed down the stairs and walked towards the living room and realised my assumption was right, he wasn't home at all.
Sighing, I sat down on the couch and laid my head down. The pain was unbearable. I need someone to help me, God....

I groaned in pain as a sudden, sharp bolt of pain ran down my body. Just then, I started feeling lightheaded.

"Ugh....." I moaned in pain as I clutched hard on the handle of the expensive leather couch. "H-Help m-me, J-Justin."

I tried keeping my eyes open but failed each time. And then, slowly I didn't have control over my body and my head fell against the couch as I lay there, unconscious.

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"I fu*king want her alive, you get that?! Or else, I won't hesitate to break every single bone of yours into tiny little pieces. And then, you'll hear the docs give a bad news to your kids and wife, you fu*king son-of-a-bi*ch!"
"I-I will t-try my b-best, Mr.Bieber. Y-You better keep calm."
"Calm down?! YOU FU*KING ASSHOLE EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN MY WIFE IS LYING ON THE  HOSPITAL BED?!"
"I-I understand, sir but please have a seat while I go and treat her."
"Asshole."

I woke up to the sunlight peeping through spaces in the curtains. Squinting my eyes from the sunlight, I tried sitting upright but was overcome by sudden pain. I groaned. So, I really did black out once again, did I?

I lifted my head from the pillow and looked around to see a very, expensive- hospital room?

I gasped. I thought I just blacked out but I guess it was way serious. I peeped over the bed and saw a couch on which Justin lay, fast asleep. My breath stiffened. So here was the man after all this.

I looked around and saw no doctor, no nurse, nobody but the both of us. I sighed loudly. "Looks like your awake, Mrs.Bieber."

Mrs.Bieber? I turned around and saw a doctor, walking in the room, awaking Justin from his 'much-wanted-sleep'.

"Oh, Doc. And.... Cheryl." He looked down in despair after he called out my name. Justin looked sick. With his eyes swollen like he hadn't slept for nights and his lips too swollen, like he had kissed a million girls on his way here. Oh! That explains it! He had sex for multiple nights with multiple girls which resulted in swollen eyes and lips. Wait! Multiple nights? How long was I asleep for?

"2 nights." The doctor replied as I gasped. I did say that loud didn't I?

"Also, your husband was extremely worried for you." The doctor smiled as he patted me on the shoulder. Husband? So, Justin did lie to the doctor didn't he?

"So, how do you feel, Mrs.Bieber."

"Um... I guess alright."

"Okay then, but you'll need to take rest for some good amount of days."

"So, I can take her back home, can't I? Our kids might be worried." Justin put his hands in his pockets as my eyes widened. Kids? Seriously?

No matter how wrong and bad it sounded, I couldn't help but blush.

"Kids?! Oh great! How many?" The doctor grinned looking at me.

"Uh.... I.... Um.... Erm, two. One boy, one girl." I stammered as I sounded like a idiot at the end. I looked at Justin and found him smirking at. I sighed. Should've said one.

"I guess you can take her home to your kids. But make sure she gets rest for about a week. She will need it." The doctor replied as he walked out the room.

"I see you've already started counting the number of kids we'll have. Two~ I like it." He winked as he walked towards me.

"I'm never having kids with you." I mumbled as I looked away. I was going to stay as away as possible. I surely wasn't gonna get in for another bunch of broken bones.

"We'll see, babe. We will see." My breath hitched. "Anyways, it's time to head back to our kids, don't you think so?"

He walked over to me, to help me but I moved away, refusing his offer. I was determined to get up on my own but just as I tried, I fell back to the bed, hitting my head back on the pillow. I groaned.

Justin laughed as he helped me up. I tried to keep my face but I just couldn't. I couldn't help but give a sly smile. He was responsible for all this. All this. From hurting me emotionally and physically and then, bringing me to the hospital and acting like he cared. All I know is he doesn't care. And he never will.