A Player Felt Love (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 57: Fix You

Play Fix You by Coldplay as you read. And if it ends, replay it.

Dedication to @amayasearcy for this beautiful comment; "this is YOUR book NOT theirs so if the readers don't like the name 'f' them cuz at the end of the day it's YOUR book NOT theirs and YOU make the decision not them............but I really like the name and only listen to the people leaving nice comments." This was on the author's note "DEAR READERS" in the beginning of the book and it made me so happy. You have no idea. Thank you. <3

(Femke’s P.O.V)

The nightmare kept me up even in Justin’s arms. I wasn’t able to take a hint of sleep, it was so depressing. The girl kept haunting me. Stephanie. What did I do to her? Was it about her child? Did I believe Justin too early? He lied about plenty of other things and would have no problem in lying once more.

I was a bet anyways.

But what was my fault in all that? Why was I being put through this horrible torture? If there is anyone who deserves it, it’s Justin himself.

‘God, I really am bipolar.’ I spoke to myself, disappointed at my sudden mood changes. I laid on the bed, alone in my beautiful, white, pleasant hospital room. The whiteness had the power to blind me, and yet it didn’t.

“Thank goodness you’re awake!” Sonia rushed through the door in panic, “we were so worried!”

“What happened, Sony?” I asked, rubbing my forehead with one hand and using the other one as a support to sit straight.

“No, no, no, keep laying. We brought soup,” she smiled, opening the door wider as Hareem stepped in with the tray table.

Vegetable soup. Yay.

“Yes, your favorite!” Hareem joked as I giggled tiredly.

“I’m not in the mood, guys. I really need to sle- woah!” the moment I let all my muscles relax and attempted on letting my body fall on the bed completely, I was caught halfway by the same bed rising up. “Sonia!”

“You need something to fill that grumbling tummy!” she said, pointing at my stomach. I huffed, but I knew I had no way out.

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“Could you at least make it chicken? It would’ve been healthy too!” I complained, wiping away my chin with my sleeve.

“When was the last time you ate veggies’?” Hareem asked, forcing another spoonful in my mouth.

“Femke, you need this! Your health is growing weaker day by day; you’re too young to die!”

“Sonia-” I paused, feeling something hard in my mouth and when I pulled it out, there you have it; a carrot. A piece of carrot, actually. “Ew! I hate carrots!”

Sonia sighed in response, clearly upset about the fact that I wasn’t co-operating. They wanted me alright. But I honestly don’t care about anything at the moment. I have too many dramas’ in my life to want this life anyways.

“Can I come in?” the door opened and Justin walked in.

“You just did.” Sonia replied.

“Thank you. How are you feeling, Femke?” he asked, looking at me. And clearly by the scenario, he understood. My hand holding Hareem’s arm as she tried to force another spoonful of Vegetable Soup down my throat, and me facing the other way in attempt to dodge her other hand trying to grab my chin. “I’ll handle that.” And he sighed as well.