Switch Up - J.B. {BWWM}

Three.

*Italics are a flashback*

J U S T I N

As I was sitting waiting on Kalina, I couldn't help but to keep looking down at my phone to check the time. I had texted her at 5:45 letting her know that I was here, and it was now 6:05 and I figured that she would be here by now. As I'm sitting here behind these tinted windows, watching the raindrops fall onto the asphalt, I can't help but relive one of the worst moments of my life.

It was a super rainy night here in Calabasas, too rainy for me to be outside, which is why I sent my driver to go pick up Lilli from the airport. Her flight from Canada landed about 2 hours ago, so they should have arrived at my house already. But, they aren't here, and I haven't heard from either one of them, so I'm beginning to get a bit worried. Especially since Roscoe – my driver – isn't answering my phone calls.

Moments later my phone began to buzz, filling my dead silent house with the loud ringtone of my phone. I looked down and it was a number that I didn't recognize, being in the worried state that I was in, I answered without hesitation.

"Hello", I said.

"Hello, is there a Mr. Bieber there?" A woman said on the other side of the phone. This must be serious, because nobody has my number except my team, and the people I give it too. It's a matter of security keeping my number private.

"Yes ma'am, this is he speaking", I say nervously.

"Hi Mr. Bieber, my name is Monica and I'm calling from (Los Angeles County Hospital), I have a Roscoe Willis here, I'm not sure of your relation to him, but he has you listed as his emergency contact. He has been in an accident and we are preparing him for emergency surgery. If he has any other family or relatives alive, you may want to alert them. I can't give much more details on the telephone but it is always good to have family here, incase his injuries are fatal." The woman said in a sweet, but urgent tone.

"Oh my goodness. What happened? Why is he in surgery? I can call his daughter, but his wife is dead. Ma'am what in the hell happened??" I yelled through the phone, out of breath.

"Sir, I can't give you any more deta-" I stopped hearing the words that were coming out of her mouth, as my mind flooded with the thoughts of Lilli. Where the fuck is Lilli?!

"WHERE THE HELL IS LILLI? MA'AM, I NEED TO KNOW WHERE LILLI ROSEN IS? ROSCOE IS MY DRIVER, HE WAS SENT TO PICK HER UP FROM THE AIRPORT. WHERE IS SHE? IS SHE OKAY?" I screamed through the phone, tears steadily flowing down my reddened cheeks.

"Sir please calm, down. Unless you are family I cannot give you any information over the telephone. You would have to come into the hospital. All that I can tell you is that we do have a patient here under the name of Lilli Rosen. I'm sorry sir." The lady said through the phone.

"What the fuck. I don't have time for this; I need to know if they are okay. You know what, fuck this. I'll be there as soon as possible, and when I get there, you better have the answers I need. Bye!" I exclaimed, pressing the red End Call button.

I threw my phone onto the couch in frustration. How could this be happening? I took a break from music to avoid stress, and now this? I sighed heavily putting my head in my hands, trying to get myself together before I get on the road.

After a few minutes I jump up, grab my phone and keys and run to my car. I chose my Ferrari because I'm in a huge rush. I just really hoped that I didn't get pulled over, because that is the last thing I need right now on top of everything that is going on.