You deserve to be happy | Justin Bieber + Selena Gomez = Jelena

Chapter 9.

     "POV SELENA"
     Everything is dark.  Head splits.  I opened my eyes, everything is spinning and blurring.  I don't understand anything.
    I hear some sounds.  It looks like this is someone's conversation.  But the voices remain unknown to me.
    Suddenly, a girl dressed all in white appears in front of my eyes.

      "Miss Gomez?" she asked, while I'm trying to get up, but I can't, as if some extraterrestrial force is holding me.  I tried to open my mouth, but a sharp headache pierces me, and the girl remains unanswered, but she continues anyway.  "We do not know for what reasons, but several inadequate fans pounced on you and beat you to death.  There was a great risk that you might not survive.  You have been in a coma for about a week on artificial respiration and on IVs".
    Yes, not the best news in the morning, but it explains my condition.
    Another one appeared next to the girl, but this one was noticeably older.  Apparently a doctor and a nurse.  Both are dressed in hospital-set uniforms with their hair tucked under a snow-white cap and a medical mask on their faces.

      "Miss Gomez, how are you feeling?" the eldest of the women asked.

    I don’t understand who they’re addressing, because both are staring at me, but I don’t know any Miss Gomez.

      "Are you asking me?" I decided to clarify.
      “Yes,” they said, exchanging a puzzled look.
      "Bad.  I do not know how to explain my condition, but everything is terrible", I answered honestly, because I don't want to hide this pain.
      "You have a third degree of concussion, it's normal that you forgot everything.  Do not worry, this is temporary, and we will help you cope with this", said the doctor, turning over some notebooks and sheets, and at one glance looking at me, giving a friendly smile.
    I smiled back, wanted to get up, but the pain again made itself felt.  Mechanically, I reached out with my hand to the sore spot, which was the back of my head, I felt pain, like a bruise.  She removed her hand, I looked at it and saw blood.

    2 WEEKS LATER
    As promised, the hospital staff helped me to restore my memory, and it was not only doctors and nurses who did it.  I quickly became friends with the whole team.  Fans came to me all the time, and my mother almost settled in the hospital.
    The bruises, wounds and abrasions gradually disappeared, but, apparently, the scars will make themselves felt throughout life.
    Soon I was discharged, but I was warned in advance that it was contraindicated for me to worry, carry loads and play sports.  In general, everything is like pregnant women.
    Aleen and the bodyguards came to pick me up from the hospital, who swore all the way that they would never leave me unattended under any circumstances.  With such a large company, we did not go unnoticed by the paparazzi.  In spite of everything, they continued to do their job, clicking cameras and filming everything that happened.
    The bodyguards escorted me to the gate of the house, and Aleen walked on.

      "Aleen, thank you so much for everything!  But you can go and live your own live, you said you have something important today.  I can handle it", I assured my manager and my friend.
      "If you need, I can stay.  You and your health are more important to me than anything else", she said sincerely.
      "No, I'm really fine".
      "Okay.  I will write you.  Be careful", we hugged, and Aleen got into the car and drove away.

    I entered the gate that opens the way to my house.  I walk in and out without thinking about anything.  Suddenly I notice some kind of big incomprehensible heap, which was not there before.  I look closely and understand that this is far from a bunch.  Oh God no!  It's happening again!  The same as that evening, the same posture, the same clothes, the same place.  That evening, when he was drunk, he came to my house and began to threat.  Justin.  What does he need?  I must drive him away as soon as possible.  I gather all my will into a fist and confidently step closer to the uninvited guest.

      "What are you doing here?" I demand in a loud voice, and apparently frightening the guy with a surprise.
      “I’m-", he mutters.
       "What are you? Come to satisfy your ego?  Enjoy, you have fulfilled your plan 100 percent!" already almost crying I said.
      "No, Selena, listen.  I didn't want this to happen.  I came to apologize", He stood up, and now we were separated by some 15 centimeters. "Forgive me for everything!  I fucked up, I did a bunch of things.  And ... do you remember that night when I came to you?"
      “I would never forget it even if I wanted to", I snorted.
      "So.  I didn't want to threaten you that day, I came for other reason. I should have told you this a long time ago.  I liked you from the very first day and even from the moment we met.  I really liked you very much.  I'm head over heels in love with you.  I'm sorry I caused so much pain, I'll leave if you tell me.  You deserve to be happy, I will do everything for you".

    I was numb.  Part of me said that I needed to drive him in all four directions, but another part of me wanted him to stay.

Did you like the chapter?  Continued in part 10!