MY WORST FEARS (Completed)

CHAPTER 15

       A/N. Dedicated to: MathewsChopps. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
  

           LAILA'S POV

I could feel burning tears gathering in my eyes, and the room began to close in, the walls seeming to press against my shoulders. I ran outside, my tears blurring my vision as I blindly headed towards an unknown destination. Maybe if I went fast enough, then I could reach a place where Jackie is okay. That time, it felt like I was losing my mind. My best friend couldn't be chronically ill. Not my sister.

No way.

"We've done everything we could, but she has to be admitted immediately", the doctor's words raced through my mind, piercing my heart.

She will be okay. My sister had to be fine. How could I ever live without her? How was I supposed to live my life without Jackie? How?

I ran and ran, recognizing tarmac road as I came upon it. I was exhausted, but I couldn't stop running until I knew for sure that Jackie would be okay.

It was all my fault. I shocked her with my horrible news, selfishly not caring about how she would feel about the surgery. She was always against it and that's why my mum always chose my outfit.

"As long as you don't do as I say, you will have to wear the clothes I buy for you .” I could clearly remember her words, hitting me like a punch. Since I met Don, my whole life had changed. My mum always put conditions for me on what to do but my sister never agreed with her.

My body grew weary and I couldn't run anymore. I collapsed in a big heap, falling on my knees by the road and crying. I would never be able to forgive myself if anything happened to my sister. She was my life. She was my everything.

A shiny black Mercedes Benz came to into a halt just a few meters away from me. At the sight of me panting on the ground, the owner jumped out of his car and rushed towards me.

"Letty,” he called out, bending over my vulnerable position. He pulled me up to my feet and when I glanced at his familiar face, I buried my face in his chest, tearing up. He rubbed my back as I soaked his t-shirt with my sorrow.

"Come with me. You shouldn't be here, alone.”

He led me to his car, opened the passenger's door. Climbing into his seat, the man started the ignition before checking to see that I had gotten into the car as well. I didn't know where we were going but I trusted him.

He held my hand the whole time he was driving. It was a special gesture usually reserved only between me and my boyfriend. Don always held my hand. I was used to it. I should have withdrew my hand, but I didn't. It wasn't special anymore. He ruined everything.

My eyes couldn't stop leaking even after we arrived at the Windsor Park Hotel. He held my hand, leading me to the back of the hotel where there were only a few people seated around. The place had been carpeted with lush, green grass, and the sky was filled with fluffy white clouds. A fresh breeze brought with it the scent of rain, and wooden tables with four chairs around them were set up under umbrellas.

We walked along the pathway to an all-white painted half-empty room, lines with wooden chairs. There was a higher stage in front of the room overlooking the breathtaking view of the place. A microphone stand and stool stood on the center stage, and in the left corner was a piano and piano stool.

We stood in the entrance, taking in the beautiful view as everyone conversed among themselves. The man turned to me and smiled. I, however, reciprocated his actions with a simple shrug. I didn't know why he brought me here, but I liked it.

He wore black skinny jeans accompanied with a pair of white loafers and a white t shirt. He looked different without his usual button-up shirts, khakis and converse that he usually wears in school.

"I don't know what you're going through right now, Letty. There seems to be nothing I can say that can make you feel better, but I request for you to sit here and listen to what I'll do. I hope this makes you feel better.”

He then kissed my forehead and held my waist as he led me through the midst of people. They all started to shout loudly when they saw him. Who was this person and why were they behaving like that around him? It felt like a whole different world from the one I was used to. I took a seat in the very front row, exactly where he directed me. He kissed my cheek one last time before he stepped up on the stage.

What was he doing? What was going on? He waved his hands in the air and everyone shouted excitedly.

He sat on the stool and held the microphone stand close to him. Clearing his throat, he started doing something I never thought someone like Vicky would have done.

He started singing You Give Me a Purpose by Justin Bieber.

Everyone cheered and clapped when he began, and my hand automatically shifted to cover my mouth, surprised by the strange sight in front of me. He never said anything about his singing nor could I have ever guessed he was capable of something like that.

Justin Bieber, my favourite artist, cute, hot and my number one crush.

A/N. Thank you for your time. Today I'll update three chapters, just for you. That's how much I love you guys.