Unconditionally

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Justin's POV

"Mommy! Can Justin and I bake cookies?"

"Hold up princess, do you know how to make cookies?" I asked, watching in amusement as she thought.

"No...do you?"

"Nope."

"But, but you know everything!" She frowned.

"I'm flattered that you think that but baking isn't one of the things that I know." I admitted.

She turned to her mom. "Mommy, can you make Justin and I cookies?"

Mandy and I asked as she smiled brightly. 

"You're lucky I love you." She agreed and Selena turned to me, literally bouncing with excitement. 

"Let's go watch TV!" She grabbed my hand and led me to the living room.

Just as we sat down the doorbell rang. 

"I'll get it!" I called out, heading over to the door.

There was a guy that I didn't know standing there.

"Uh, is this the Gomez residence still?"

"Yeah it is. Can I ask who you are?"

"I'm Alec. Alec Gomez."

Assuming he was Selena's cousin or something, I let him in.

"Mandy, it's someone named Alec."

"What?" She breathed out in a whisper, her movement halting as she laid eyes on him, the colour draining from her face.

"Mom." He muttered as his eyes glassed over, wasting no time in hugging her.

Mom?

She began to sob as she held him. "I thought you were dead. My sweet boy. Where were you?"

"I-" 

Before he could explain, Selena came bounding into the room. 

Her eyes went wide and her skin paled as she began to shake.

"A-Alec." She stuttered. 

"Selena. I'm here now lil sis." 

That was all it took as her eyes rolled back and her body fell.

"Selena!" I yelled, reaching out in time to catch her.

Alec watched with wide eyes as Mandy rushed to call an ambulance.

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A few hours later, we were all in the waiting room as the doctors ran a million tests on Selena who was still unconscious.

I was losing my freaking mind and no one would tell us anything. 

Mandy and Alec were in a corner, huddled together as they talked.

I was currently pacing the room since I didn't have it in me to sit still.

"Selena Gomez?" A doctor came into the room and we all froze.

"Is she okay?" I questioned, nervously wiping my palms on my pants.

"Um, firstly, she's asking for a Justin Bieber and she won't answer our questions without him present. We can't determine the full extent of anything unless those questions are answered so is Mr. Bieber here?"