A Player Felt Love (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 34: No Humanity

(Justin's P.O.V)

I frustratingly ran a hand through my hair. It's been four hours since they last took her inside. What was taking them so long? 

I was currently outside the emergency room where my mom was kept, taking tests. 

"Chill, Justin. She's gonna be just fine." Chaz patted my shoulder and gave me a smile. I gave him a faint smile, trying to hide my emotions in. 

Only Femke had seen my cry. Only Femke. 

I still couldn't believe Jeremy would cross such a limit. I knew he was a jerk. And mom was just blind to love him any ways. 

Right then the entrance door flew open and I saw him making his way over to us. 

Speak of the devil. 

I got to my feet. My fists bawled and my jaws clenched. Chaz got up with me and rested his hand on my shoulder. 

There was so much arrogance and attitude in Jeremy's eyes. And it was killing me to see that he could still be so normal. 

"What is this man doing here?" I asked loudly to Chaz, glaring at Jeremy. 

"We didn't know he'd-" 

"Get him out." I said sternly as Chaz looked at him. 

"I'm sorry for interfering in your personal conversation but I'm here to see my girlfriend." Jeremy said. His head held high as he showed no sign of respect. 

"Your girlfriend?" I gritted my teeth and my fists got tighter. "My mother is not your girlfriend." I warned as I walked up to him and shot him a killing look. My nerves were bursting by the anger. He had the balls to say that? 

"She was my girlfriend before she was your mom, son. Hence, that makes you my son and hence, you need to have some respect for me." he looked down at me seriously. 

"Respect isn't a piece of cake. It needs to be earned. And Jeremy, you lost that years ago." I stood firm on my decision. 

"Respect." he raised his voice. 

"Don't raise your voice." I warned. 

"Oh yeah?" he yelled. I didn't stop him this time, he could yell all he wanted. "What are you going to do about that? You're a kid, Justin! A nineteen year old, you think you can tell me what I'm supposed to do?!" just as he was yelling, a nurse came over. 

Just what I wanted. 

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to lower your voice. We have other patients in the emergency room too." she said kindly. Jeremy's features tensed as he realized his insult in front of me. 

"Quit telling me what to do! I didn't tell your fucking patients to wake up! Keep their asses on the bed!" he yelled louder. A couple of staff members had gathered around as the nurse flinched at the harshness of his voice. 

"Sir, lower your voice and watch your language." a police officer came up. Must be one of the guards. 

Perfect. 

Jeremy fell quiet. He wanted to say so much but didn't. Oh yeah. 

"Is he a family member?" the nurse asked me. 

"Yes, I-" just as he was about to reply instead of me, I cut him off. 

"Never seen him before in my life." I shrugged as he stared at me with widen eyes. 

"Then Sir, you better leave." the guard gestured towards the door. 

"He's lying! She's my-" 

"Please take him away officer." I requested as he nodded and grabbed Jeremy by his arm. 

I felt coolness in my heart just seeing him being dragged away like that and it was all because of me. I was loving myself at the moment. 

"Wow, you got him good." Chaz tilted his face as he glanced at the direction where Jeremy was dragged away a while ago. 

"Tell me something I don't know." I smirked as I sat back. 

"Pattie Malatte's family?" a doctor asked as he came outside. I quickly got to my feet with Chaz beside me. 

"That's me." I said, walking up to him. 

"Great. I got good news for you. She's in a stable condition and just needs to rest for about half an hour more, then you can get to see her." he gently smiled at me. I let out a sigh of relief and my features softened when he said this. 

"Thank you, doctor." I thanked him as he nodded and left the corridor. 

"Well, that's amazing." Chaz smiled at me as he laid a hand on my shoulder, giving it a little squeeze.

"Thank God." I whispered, rubbing a hand on my face. "Now we just need to wait for half an hour."

(Femke's P.O.V)

"P-please l-let me g-go." I whimpered, clutching on to the blanket that covered my bare body. Anthony stood a few steps away from the bed where he was locking the door. 

My heart was pounding like a drum. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. I was shivering with fear. My whole body trembled as I hysterically cried. "W-why are y-you doing this t-to m-me?" I asked, my grip on the blanket tightening. He turned to face me. He let out a chuckled before taking off his cap. His black hair brushed neatly and his hazel eyes contrasted them. He was attractive, a lot. But just not to me. Justin's the only one I ever found attractive and will always. 

Anthony was the hottie of the school, but I had already fallen for a hottie and paid the price. It's very costly. "Should've thought of that before you guys insulted me like that!" he yelled all of a sudden, making me flinch. I let out a little sob, covering my face as he stumbled drunkenly closer to me. "I will never forget that movie night, babe." he slurred and brushed his fingers along my cheek. I tilted my head a bit to avoid his touch but he kept getting closer. "What you both did to me. You and your boyfriend. That asshole." he spat. "And now, sadly, you have to pay the price for the whole of it." he gave me a sad smile, mocking me. 

I let out a whimper when he placed his hands on my shoulder and pushed me down to lay. 

"No," I whispered, trying to get his hands off but he gripped harder on my shoulder, hurting me. "No!" I yelled, roughly pushing him off. He was drunk so he just fell down. 

"Fuck!" he yelled, rubbing his hand on his temple. I quickly covered my ears with me hands and started yelling. 

"Help me! Anyone! Please!" stupid thing to do because I didn't run away but trust me, the door was locked and he had the key. I was stuck. "George! Vanessa! Justin! Anyone?!" 

"Shut up!" Anthony yelled, quickly getting up. "I told you, any unlikeable reactions then you do not know what I'm capable of!" and with that he swiftly slammed his hand on my cheek, slapping me hard. I fell back on the bed with my hand clutched to my cheek and a gasp escaped my lips followed with a few sobs. He held me by my shoulders and dug his nails in them, making me whimper. Next he grabbed the back of my neck and threw me down to the floor. His nails had dug so deeply on the back of my neck that I could feel blood trickle down. I loud helpless cry escaped me lips. 

He was drunk. So he crossed a lot of limits. 

I felt a huge hit on my head and then some glass shattering noises. He had just hit me with a vase. I felt a stinging pain in that region of my head as I held my hand on there. My hand was covered in blood when I pulled it back to look at it. 

"Oh my.." I whispered, my eyelids falling heavy as I felt my world rotate rapidly. I could see Anthony's horrifying figure as he glared down at me. He called out to me a few times but I could see three of him all blurry. Our surroundings blackening out. I heard him call out "Femke." but my eyelids had dropped close and his voice echoed in my head. My body fell numb the moment my head his the floor and I passed out.