Chapter 17
-Justin's Point of View
(It starts when she's running out of her house)
After a few minutes of waiting for *yn* she finally emerged from the house. But something was wrong. She was running, and it was dark so I couldn't really see but she was crying and her mom screaming at her from the door. Maybe I should've made her talk to me earlier. She was holding her face. Did her mom really hit her?! Next thing I knew *yn* just collapsed in the middle of the street. I ran out of the car to her side. I grabbed her and she crawled into my lap sobbing into my chest. That's when I heard the door slam. Thank God her mom went inside. When she finally calmed down I helped her into the car. She sat with her head down the entire time and we didn't talk. I didn't really know what to do so I just let her have time to herself. It's amazing how much a smile can hide. When we got to the bus I helped her to the door when she got free of my grip and ran into the bathroom. I didn't know what to think! I ran to the door and started yelling. "*yn*! Open the door!!" I heard her searching through the cabinets.
I thought for a minute with no time to waste. I backed up a few steps and hit the door with all my force possible. That's when our eyes met, right before she fell to the ground. Her wrist was entirely cut up, she wasted no time doing that. I wondered if that was the first time. "Scooter!! Kenny!! Alfredo!! HURRY!" I screamed, tears in my eyes. I've never been this scared in my life. She was loosing a lot of blood, there was already a huge puddle under her. All three of them came within seconds and had their jaws to the floor. "Don't say anything. Scooter start the car. Alfredo call the hospital, tell them we're on our way. Kenny, go outside and control the paps so I can get through them then come clean this up, please, quick, go!" I stuttered, still crying. They all three ran to do what I said while I took off my shirt and tied it around her wrist trying to stop the bleeding. I heard Kenny yell outside "Everyone! Justin will be doing meet & greets and answering all the paps questions, a once in a lifetime opportunity chance, in about 10 minutes 2 blocks away at (insert address here)". That was the ultimate get-the-paps-to-leave drill. *yn* was still breathing, but was turning white fast. "Okay, you're good to go." Kenny said obviously out of breath. "Thanks bro." I lifted her up bridal style and carried her to the car, laying her in the back seat with her head in my lap.
"The hospital is 5 minutes away. I'll drive as fast I can. We need a story so you need to tell me what happened." Scooter said worried. "I don't know man. She lives with her mom, she's a drunk partier. I met her this afternoon and she kept calling *yn* a whore. This is so sad, that's her daughter!" I yelled. I couldn't control it anymore. The love of my life was dying in my arms and it was all my fault. I felt like a punk crying but I've never been this sad. "Justin you need to tell me the rest of the story!" Scooter yelled a little angry. "I don't know! *yn* seemed nervous going inside so I told her she could spend the night with me, so she went inside to get her stuff and came out crying with a handprint on her face. She collapsed in the street crying, I put her in the car, we got to the bus, and she ran to the bathroom and locked the door...now this." I cried even more. She doesn't deserve that bitch of a mom. She was beautiful, outgoing, caring. Why was this happening to her?! I didn't understand. Maybe if I never came into her life it wouldn't have come to this. I grabbed her cold, lifeless hand and squeezed it and swore I felt her squeeze back. We arrived at the hospital and there was a stretcher waiting for her. I picked her up carefully and placed her on it and held her hand until I had to let go. I sat down in the waiting room and prayed.
1 HOUR LATER
I still haven't heard anything if she's okay. A few times I contemplated going and asking someone, but something else was bothering me more. The same thought kept ringing in my head. If I never came into her life it wouldn't have come to this. It was all my fault. Her mom would have no reason to call her a whore if I never came to her door. She wouldn't be fighting for her life. I'm a horrible person, and nothing can change that. I was no good for her. In that moment I made the hardest decision in my life, I stood up and walked out of the hospital waiting room with tears streaming down my face, never to look back. I dialed Scooter. "Scooter, I need you to pick me up, I'm still at the hospital." I said still crying.
