Stay With Me § BWWM JB

18 • Shattered

"Why would you
say that?"

10:00 AM

My text message tone goes off and I blindly grab my phone from the nightstand, bringing it up to my face. I slide the screen to see the text message from Sam;

I'm sorry.  Sent 10:00 AM

My nightmare wasn't just that, it has become my reality. Because I'm so stubborn, I still refuse to believe any of this, I call Sam having everyone ounce of hope that she'd pick up. Unfortunately, she doesn't answer the first time but I call her once more because for some reason I still have hope.

Please leave a message af-

"Fuck," I groan loudly as I end the call. My phone starts ringing and it startles me, making me almost drop it. "Hello," I breathe. "Sam, I can't hear you...I don't understand...No, I'm coming...I don't care...I love you, that's why...Please don't cry...I'm gonna be right there...Hold on for me," I end the call and let out a sigh of relief. Okay, so she doesn't hate me. That's a good sign, right?

I have never gotten dressed so fast in my life. I'm pulling up my pants as I rush out the front door. I rush to my Ferrari and get in, speeding through the neighbourhood and then on the main road to the hospital while constantly checking for cops in my mirrors.

I arrive at the hospital twenty minutes later with no sign of any paparazzi. Thanks to Scooter, he made it look like Sam left so they followed after the car that she was supposedly in.

Walking up to the desk, the lady greets me with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Bieber."

"Morning," I smile.

"You can go to her room, she's awake."

"Thank you," I say before walking down the God awful white hall. When I get to Sam's door, I can hear her crying. I barge in, no longer able to take her cries. "Sam, baby," I frown and walk to her side.

"Justin, I don't know what's wrong with me," she cries.

"Nothing is wrong. You just need to calm down and breathe," I say softly as I reach for her hand. She inhales and exhales but cries even harder. "Please don't cry," I rub my thumb over hers.

"You're making me cry," she sobs.

I let go over her hand and swipe the hair from her forehead to the side of her face, "How?"

"Because I love you so much," she says shakily, trying to steady her breaths.

"Why does that make you cry, baby?"

She glumly replies, "I shouldn't."

I slowly remove my hand from her face and fold my arms, "I don't get it."

"I shouldn't love you, Justin. You hurt me and now I'm in this hell hole because of it," she speaks forcefully.

I'm taken aback by her tone. I know I accidentally kissed Aaliyah in front of her, but it's not like I murdered her family. I don't understand why she's acting in this way.

"I know what you saw hurt you, but I swear to God that I didn't do that purposely. I would never cheat on you and you know that."

She turns onto her side, showing me her back, "Leave," she mumbles.

"What?"

She shouts in rage, "I said leave."

I flinch at her outburst, but quickly compose myself. "Sam, would you please just get it through your head that I love you and only you. I don't want to do this and I know you don't either."