Unsure

Chapter 47

Bella's POV:

I'm surprised by the weight that seems to fall on me as the words hit me, and find myself frozen to the spot. She continues to viciously stare, the daggers that are her eyes burning into mine. I don't know what to say or what to do but the deep pain that is sitting on my chest seems to get heavier and heavier, paining more now than ever before. 

Right now, all I want to do is run. Run from this room and cry until someone comes along and makes it all better. But that seems to be my reaction to everything; and I won't let it be my reaction today. 

"You did this." 

The words seem to constantly replay in my mind and my ears pound as it seems to get louder, her voice gets louder. I look to the woman who must feel so much hate towards me, despises me, despite the fact that we have never met. 

"I'm sorry." I croak. My voice is quiet and pathetic, and only makes her eyes narrow at me in disgust. She takes a large step forwards and I flinch at the unexpected movement. 

"Sorry?" She repeats, practically laughing as she moves her hand from around her daughter's shoulder, her eyes not losing contact with mine as she moves. I have no idea what to say or do, but stay silent. I jump as she unexpectedly speaks again. "You put my son in hospital and all you have to say is you're sorry? You're SORRY?" She puts a huge emphasis on the word 'sorry' and her voice is now raised as she practically shouts at me. She takes another step towards me but Justin pushes me back and stands in front of me. 

"That's enough." Justin protests. "It's not Bella's fault Zayn was on that plane. She didn't choose for him to go on it, he chose himself. And it's not Bella who decided he wouldn't wear a seatbelt." Justin harshly hisses at her and a tear trickles down her cheek as she gasps in disgust. 

"How dare you speak to me in that way." She raises her voice to a shout, "My son, my beautiful son is in hospital because of this, this bi-"

"Don't finish that." Justin growls and her eyes widen a little in fear. I can see Justin's chest rising a little as his breathing has accelerated in anger and I can tell that if we stay here much longer, Justin and Zayn won't be the only injured ones here. 

I grab my bag from the chair beside Justin and walk over to Justin. "Let's go." I tug at Justin's arm a little but he remains glued to the floor for a second, his eyes burning into Zayn's mom. I tug at his arm again and he gives in, slowly leaving the hospital room as I walk behind him. As he walks through the door I quickly shut it before turning back to Zayn's family.

"And I want you to know that I know it was my fault, and I'm truly sorry. I love your son so much and I would do anything for it to be me laying in that bed, not him. I'll never forgive myself for him ending up this way and I don't expect you to either. But you need to know I'm sorry." I gulp and turn away from them all before I walk out of the room and shut it behind me, pressing my back against the wall as I wipe a slipped tear from underneath my eye.

Justin notices and approaches me, taking my hand from my face and kissing me lightly on the cheek before whispering in my ear. 

"It's okay baby." He comforts. "They'll come around." I look deeply into his eyes. 

"Do you think so?"

"I know so. They're just angry. You have to give them time, it's their son." 

I swallow back my tears as the words leave his lips. He's their son. And I've taken him away from them. I've done this. This is all my fault. 

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*One week later*

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"Bella?" Beau calls from the hall, urgency clear in his voice. I shut the lid of my laptop and sit up as Beau uninvitedly bursts into my room. "Justin just called from the hospital. Zayn's awake." He informs me and my eyes widen. What?