A Player Felt Love (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 59: All Yours

An early update only because I felt shitty and you guys asked for one. PLEASE DONT HATE ME. I'll update whenever I can now!

(Femke's P.O.V)

I blinked a few times, trying to accept the fact that it was a male's voice.
But apart from Justin, there was no male here. And this definitely wasn't Justin's voice, I could recognise that anywhere.

I turned my head to the side, glancing at Justin for a moment when I saw his astonished expression, then I turned back to Stephanie. And behind Stephanie, I saw the guy who said it.

I saw Jeremy. Oh lord, please let my eyes be fooling me right now.

Jeremy, as soon as he saw us, paused. His movements, his voice, both. It paused. There was no way he could get himself out of this one by words or even actions.

"It- this- she- it isn't what it looks like," Jeremy stuttered.

"Don't even try to slam that shit on me, you manwhore." I gasped at his choice of words, but his rage was valid.

"Justin." Jeremy scolded, but in a feared tone.

What's the fear for? Why? He had problem in screwing things up in the first place then why is he scared now?

"Shut up. HOW could you?"

"I-"

"Even after everything Mom did for you, HOW COULD YOU?!"

"I- I don't kno-"

"YOU FUCKING KNOW! I KNOW! YOUR HORMONES WORTH MORE THAN A BROKEN HEART ACCEPTING APOLOGY. YOU'RE THE SHALLOWEST MAN I KNOW, JEREMY."

"Control your-"

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! ONE CHANCE, YOU ASKED FOR ONE CHANCE FROM A WOMAN WHOM YOU TREATED LIKE SHIT FOR MORE THAN NINETEEN YEARS AND THEN CHEATED ON HER AND THEN RAPED HER AND THEN FUCKING LEFT. AND YET SHE GAVE IT TO YOU!" Justin breathed, the corridor echoing with his hoarse sound but not for long because Justin continued right after, "Jeremy, even I wasn't this-"

I resurrected after mentally dying right now. This- scenario. It brought destruction.
But it had a reason to. It wasn't just the fact that he poured all his rage out so quickly, no. It was the sight I had just witnessed, that caused so much damage within me. It caused me to pull my sails up which, after the brutal wind, caused the ship to wrestle with the water and the air, both. Which is a tough war. You either get pushed to the nearest shore, or you drown.
Drowning had mostly been my outcome. But I got used to it. Life basically taught me how to become a fish. How to not only survive in water, rather enjoy it's presence. Live for it, live for being thrown back in the water. Which is pathetic, if generally being looked at. But it made a hell lot sense to me.
Fishes are isolated. Fishes are free. Fishes can swim.
I've always wanted to swim. Considering the fact that in 6th grade, not only did I drown LITERALLY, rather I took several kids with me by grabbing each of their foot individually for some kind of support.
Fishes don't do that, do they? No. They're isolated for a reason. They don't care about the other world, neither do I.
I can survive in water, that's what matters to me now.

"Fuck you." Justin muttered after Jeremy used a few lines in his defence which were useless, walking away.

Jeremy called after him and even ran after Justin outside the corridor. Which left me and Stephanie alone.
I glanced at her and quickly looked away when she looked at me. It was her cold stare which could eat me up alive. But why was she looking at me like that? What did I do?

"You." She whispered. I glanced up at her. "You- you took him away from me."

"What are you talking-"

"YOU FUCKING TOOK JUSTIN AWAY FROM ME!" She yelled. Pausing, wiping her years away. "You knew I loved him! You knew he meant the world to me!"
You act like a slut.
"And yet- YET YOU DID IT! You took the one thing which ever made me happy!"

"I never tended to. Maybe- the love you claim- wasn't strong enough. Because the love which has the ability to change someone's feelings is the strongest one. Hell, Stephanie, you never even made it seem like it was something more than a one night stand! Fuck, you don't go having sex with the father of the one you love!"

"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! You're so goddamn heartless! I was drunk, and mad! It was a form of revenge! He fucked me for a goddamn revenge from you! He told me he loved me that night! I swear, and the next thing I know he leaves! For YOU!"

Silence.

I didn't dare speak up.

She wiped away her tears, coughing before she looking at me again. "Three years." She spoke. "Three years, I've been crazy after this guy. I act like a slut, I know. You guys think I have sex with every other guy, but I never tried to wipe that thought away from your brains because I've never been the one to give a damn about others. I don't frankly care, Femke." She chuckled while wiping away her tears. "But now? It's different. The only reason I'm telling you all this is because- I'm sick."

"What do you mean?"

"I have leukaemia. I'm- dying, Femke. I'm fucking dying." She began to sob again.

"Stephanie.." No. This- this couldn't be.

"I just love Justin so much- it hurts. He- he told me- the way he said it. It made so much sense and at the same time it didn't. I mean, who am I? What am I that a guy like Justin said he loves me?" She smiled and managed to laugh through the storm of tears and sorrow. It was heartbreaking. "Tell me. What do I have to do?"

"Wha- what?" I managed to whisper.

"God, tell me, Femke." She tried to tell but it came out like a whisper. "What do I have to do to get 4 months with him? That's how much time I have left."

"Stephanie." Was all I could say.

"I know you love him. But I don't have much time. I just need his presence till that time. I want him all to myself. And then you can have him."

Everything within me- shattered. If I were to write my emotions on a piece of paper, it would burn to ashes. It was like every wall I had ever built collided with each other in order to form a stronger self; ended up crashing down. I felt dead. I couldn't move nor talk.

Who was I to grant her permission to stay with Jusin?

"Don't." I shook my head. Her expressions turned even more sorrowful.

"Please."

"Shut up, don't ask me that! Three years is more than the mere time I spent with him! You- you love him! And the only reason I'm willing to let go of Justin isn't because you're sick! It's because you can keep him happier than me! He can keep you happy too! And I don't fucking matter here because it's your love that's winning, that counts!" I lowered my voice finally, her expressions showed immense sorrow as she cried at what I said. "And count me out of this chess game. He's yours."

It hurt. It hurt to claim something I have to follow. Hence, I kept my words harsh.

She smiled finally. A real, genuine smile. And whispered through the tears, "Thank you. Thank you so much."