Everything Starts From Something: Justin Bieber love story

Chapter 8

-Bethany-

The smell of soap and the sounds of footsteps woke me up. 

As I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar room, I herd my Mom rush over.

"Beth!" She gasped. 

My sight was still blurred. As I reached to rub my arms, my arm seemed heavier than normal. As I lifted it up I noticed a white cast on my right arm from my wrist to my upper arm. 

The sight of my arm, brought back the memories of last night,

Billy. 

"Is Billy okay?" I managed to croak out.

With a growl from Dad I presumed, Mom said "Yes, He'll be alright. Few broken ribs, broken leg and a concussion, but let's focus on you." Mom weakly smiled, I could see the pain in her eyes as she watched me. 

"Am I okay?" I asked 

"Yes honey, you have a broken Humerus and Radius, it's a serious brake on your arm but you will recover." She stroked my hair as I slowly began to come to the realisation of what has happened. 

"How did I get to the hospital?" I asked confused. 

"Justin dropped you here after he found you." Dad said

Justin. Justin had come for me. He did care about me. 

I didn't want to go back to school, to face Billy and his mates. I just wanted to forget about that night.

*2 weeks*

Everyone starred at my cast. I'm sure they all knew what had happened but it didn't stop the starring. 

It was Billy's first day back today and at every chance I got I ignored him. I didn't want to create and awkward conversation.

Justin hadn't contacted me either. I couldn't understand him, he saved me, he found me and comforted me. Yet he didn't want to talk to me. 

I wanted to call him but I knew it was stupid, if he wanted to talk he would have called me. 

He probably didn't want to call because he was with Selena. 

I found Layla sitting by a tree alone, she thought the accident was her fault for not coming to check on me, it wasn't her fault at all but she felt horrible about it. 

"Lay, whats up?" I asked as I sat next to her

Suddenly she grabbed me in a hug, I felt the tears on my shirt as she cried into my shoulder. 

"Lay whats wrong?" I was concerned now. 

She sniffled as she pulled back from the hug, her eyes red with tears. 

"I let that scumbag hurt you because I was to preoccupied with trying to get stupid Harry Stewart to like me. I let this happen to you! It's all my fault!" More tears spilled out of her eyes. 

With that I pulled her back into a hug "Lay, it's not your fault! It happened and there was nothing either of us could have done to prevent it!" I pulled her out of the hug and looked straight at her face, eye to eye, "It's not your fault! You have done nothing wrong. I promise you, you are not the reason I have a broken arm!" 

She looked down as she said, "I have done something wrong."

"What happened?" I asked as she took a deep breath. 

"Harry Stewart, well he was a sweet talker and one thing led to another and-" 

I interrupted "Lay your not?"