Never Let You Go - A Justin Bieber Love Story.

Chapter 38.

Katie's POV:

I was wishing, hoping, praying that the scream that triumphed the backstage was from the brown haired demon that had bewitched our lives in under an hour. But I couldn't be sure, life gives you twists and spins-obstacles that will surprise you when you least expect them. So, I bounced up, wiping the trickling fountain of tears from my ample cheeks and preparing myself for the worst possible image.

Lesly hurt.

Rounding the corner, my heartbeat was treading; was escalating. Ignoring Pattie's shouts of wonder, I pushed the white door to the dressing room and saw their hair concoct a wave of brown and blonde as they mixed together.

They were on the floor. Punching each other.

I opened my mouth, to speak-to bicker-to object to their neanderthal brawl. But all that came out was a squeak, a low whisper that hadn't been heard over the shouts of protest from Justin.

"Lesly! Stop! This won't-"

She was interjected as a piercing choke bellowed from deep within Lesly's lungs. Caitlin Beadles, god's very own devil, had just punched Lesly right in the eye. And suddenly, I regained my voice, I regained my buckling, jelloed knee's.

And I lunged, lunged with force and determination. And I punched her. And I kicked her. And she screamed. And he tried to tear me off her, tear me away from her. But I swatted him away, making him step away in shock. And it was almost as if I could hear his very thoughts; and their was only one thought that processed through his mind. She hit me.

And then something unexpected happened, something I didn't plan nor see when I came sauntering to the dressing room. But like I said before, life-life gives you twists and spins. It gives you obstacles to test you. And life tested me that day.

Caitlin had pushed me so hard that I had tilted back, my body being taken over by gravity. And gravity-it hadn't been on my side that day.

Because I hit my head on the mahogany table that laid silently, laid peacefully in the midst of our fight. And it caused me to become unaware, it caused me to have a coma.

It caused me to be like Jimmy's car.

Broken, and unrepairable.

2 MONTHS LATER

Justin's POV:

My fingers were a volcano and her cheek was an iceberg, cold and pale while mine were steaming hot. I lowered my eyes to the wires, the tubes, and the soothing heartbeat that was being kept alive with life support. Her long brown hair was slicked back, and her golden green eyes that used to penetrate me with happiness were like a foreign language that was soon becoming a distant memory.

I stroked her cheek, her arms that were laminated with wires, and even her hands that were like an ice age on mine that were a beating hot fire. But I didn't care, the coldness-the immovableness was becoming natural. It was becoming something that was expected.

"How is she doing?" The sweet voice of Ms. Brooks rung through my eardrums, and Skylar's was not far behind.

"She is doing good. But I'm sure she's doing better now that her Mom and her favorite little sister are here." I smiled, matting Skylar's honey brown hair.

Skylar touched Katie, lightly, like she was made of porcelain and she didn't dare break her. She stared, her green eyes that reflected Katie's the only thing that kept me remembering exactly how the green mixed in with the darker velvet green.

"Brr! Kate, you're c-cold!" Skylar announced, reaching for the cotton blanket and capturing her whole body in it with one tug. "Kate warm now!"

"KadKad told me today that she misses you," I whispered lightly into her two year old earlobe, hugging her tightly in the solitude of my arms.

"Jurston, why won't Kate talk to me?" Skylar asked, making my eyes nervously dart to Ms. Brooks who's frown didn't disappear fast enough for me to not catch.

"Because she's sleeping. She's sleeping beauty." I said feverishly.

"Then kiss her Jurston! Kiss her! She'll wake up if a prince kisses her!" She yelped, looking at me with excitement. Looking at me like I was her cure and all it took was one simple peck.

"Sky, what if I'm not her prince?" I stalled, biting my lip.

"You have to be, Jurston, you gotta be." She whispered, placing her palm over Katie's icy knuckles.

"I think it's time to go, Skybaby." Ms. Brooks interrupted, making me sigh in relaxation.

How could I tell her Katie would probably never awake? How could I tell her that kissing Katie would do nothing to recover her?

"Bye Kate. I lav you." She pecked her cheek, shivering afterwards at the chill that rippled from the temperature of Katie's skin.

"Justin?" Ms. Brooks said as I stared down at Katie's sleeping features.

"Yeah?"

"Get some rest, okay? I know you haven't got much sleep these past two months."

I nodded, shooting her a fake smile that must've sealed the deal. Because she left. Ms. Brooks barely touched her daughter, barely spoke to her, barely even went near the metallic hospital bed, either. I never dared to ask her why. I didn't want to see the devastation that would cross her face in a flash. I didn't want to hear the truth about why she never lingered towards her very own DNA. Because I knew the truth, and so did she. And we didn't dare say it out loud.