Becoming Mrs.Bieber(sequel to SBD)

Chapter 10

* Scooters P.O.V.*

" Mr.Braun?"

"Yes?" I asked through the phone.

"I'm going to need you to come down to The City Of Angeles Hospital . Your daughter, Ashley, has been in an accident. Were beginning to think this wasn't an accident however, it seems to be an attempt at murder." The male said. I gasped, cupping my mouth with my hand.

"M-murder?" I asked, feeling my eyes begin to pinch with tears.

"Don't worry sir. She is alive. Although she is in a drug induced coma, she is very much alive." He comforted.

"Um . I'll be there right away." I spluttered before hanging up and grabbing my keys off the rack.

I ran to my car and began to speed my way through Los Angeles.

.

"Ashley Braun. I'm her father." I said breathlessly to the receptionist. She gave me a sympathetic smile and handed me a piece of paper.

"Her room number is on there. I don't think she's awake yet. " she said, I'd didn't respond, instead I took off speed walking towards the elevator, immidietly pressing the '6' button since the paper said room 629, floor 6. Floor six is the worst possible place to be in the hospital. My wife was on that floor when she passed away . The floors goes in order of the condition , the higher up you are, the worse you are and the lower life expectancy rate.

The elevator made a dinging noise, breaking me from my dreadful thoughts. I walked out and into the sterile smelling hallway. The walls were all white, making me feel as if they were caving in. A few hospital carts with open laptops sitting on them were scattered to both my left and right, nurses in colorful dentist-type looking uniforms using them.

I went to the left, looking for her room number.

627...

628...

629.

I took a deep breath before walking in.

I slightly cringed at the sight of my beautiful daughter.

She had black and blue marks all across her body accompanied by scratches, some that look deep enough to scar.

Her left arm in a cast.

Her lips a light purple.

Her eyes, shut.

She looked kind of peaceful though, I guess because they gave her so much medication.

Just as I was staring at her, the door slammed open to reveal a distract looking Justin.

He kept his eye locked on her broken body and made a b-line towards her, grabbing her limp hand in his.

"What's going on? She's going to be okay , right?" He asked, his voice cracking as he spoke. He didn't bother turning around. He just faced her.

"I don't know justin, I really don't know."

•chapter end notes•

It's short, I know! But I'm not feeling 100% and have been out of school all week. Maybe I'll try arm update again tomorrow if you guys reach the goal again.

Who do you think attempted to murder her? Hmmmmm? Suggestions? Opinions ? Thoughts?

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