Chapter 21

DEMI'S POV:

I walked to the edge of the roof and looked over. Blaire was nothing but a speck in my sight.

She wasn't moving, so I guess my work here is done.

"Huh, didn't even have to use the knife." I said to myself. I turned around and climbed back inside. I walked down the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door.

BLAIRE'S POV:

When I fell, I landed right on my back. So it's definitely broken now. And no, I am not dead. I am still breathing.

I hit the back of my head really hard, but not hard enough to make me stop breathing.

I'm laying on the side of the house, so if Justin were to come looking for me, it would take him longer to find me.

But for now, since I cant move at all, I'm just gonna lay here and wait for someone to help me.

JUSTIN'S POV:

Finally.

I'm done with everything I had to do. I rushed out to the limo and told the driver to drive fast. I was getting worried about Blaire. She didn't call or text me once.

"C'mon, hurry up…" I mumbled to myself.

About twenty minutes later, we pulled up in front of Blaire's house. I got this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach as I walked toward the house.

I walked up to the front door to see that it was left wide open. I gasped and rushed inside.

"Blaire!" I shouted.

On my way to the stairs, I saw a lot of things strewn out in the middle of the floor. Some broken glass was all over the floor in front of the steps.

"Oh my God." I thought to myself.

My adrenaline was pumping super hard. When I got to Blaire's room, I saw that her door was kicked down.

I started to cry a little. "Blaire?" I screamed.

Then I noticed the bathroom door was open. I walked in and saw that the window was open. I looked out of it. I didn't see anything at first, but then at the very edge of the roof, I saw scratch marks.

"NO!" I screamed. I climbed out the window and looked over the edge. Blaire was strewn out on the pathway that led around to the side of the house.

I ran as fast as I could back down the stairs and out the front door. I ran around to the side of the house and kneeled down next to her.

I placed my head on her chest to see if she was still breathing.

She was.

I sighed a breath of relief.

"Blaire, Blaire can you hear me?" I asked.

She nodded her head ever so slightly.

I pulled out my phone and called the police. I told them to send the FBI, and an ambulance.

About fifteen minutes later, the ambulance arrived and the FBI.

I shouted at them.

"I want you to figure out who did this to her! You better figure it out! They almost killed her!" I shouted.

They nodded and headed inside the house.

I called Ryan and told him what happened. He said he'd tell Chaz and Nikki and meet me at the hospital.

On the way to the hospital in the back of the ambulance, Blaire kept going in and out of consciousness. I held on to her hand and told her to hold on, and that everything would be alright.

At one point, she opened her eyes and looked at me. After about ten seconds, she closed them again. But she was still breathing.

When we arrived at the hospital, Ryan, Nikki and Chaz were waiting in the lobby. They took Blaire to the emergency room, and told the rest of us to wait in the waiting room. I was going to go back there anyways, but Chaz told me everything would be fine.

So we sat down in the waiting room and waited.

BLAIRE'S POV:

The pain was excruciating.

They put me in a sturdy back brace. If I moved any part of my body, my back would hurt. It even hurt to blink.

After they had gotten me situated, I just laid on the bed motionless.

The doctor said he'd send everyone in to visit me. I nodded and waited.

About five minutes later, Justin was the first one in the room.

As soon as he saw me, he got all emotional.

"Oh Blaire!" He sobbed when he sat down next to me. He placed his head on my chest and sobbed really hard. Nikki was crying a little now too, and I could tell Chaz and Ryan had shed a few tears.

I rubbed Justin's back. He was still crying. Ten minutes had passed.

After Justin stopped sobbing, he just hiccupped. He still didn't lift his head up. I guessed he was still getting himself back together.

I looked up at Nikki, Chaz, and Ryan.

"Hey guys." I said.

They all opened their mouths, but nothing came out. It's like they were all struck dumb.

"You guys, I'm okay. Seriously." I assured them.

Then Justin spoke. "This is all my fault." he said.

"Justin…" he cut me off.

"I never should have let you talk me into letting you stay home alone. NONE of this would have happened if I had been there. WHY does everything bad happen when I'm not there for you?" he asked, angrily.

He was getting angrier and angrier by the second. He clenched his teeth and balled up his fists.

"Justin Bieber, calm down NOW." I said sternly.

He relaxed and looked at me.

"Look, NONE of this is your fault. You had nothing to do with this. NOTHING." I said.

He shook his head.

"Yes it is my fault Blaire."

I sighed and closed my eyes.

Then Chaz grabbed Justin's arm and pulled him out of the room to calm him down. Ryan went with him.

Nikki walked over to me and sat down beside me. "I'm sorry this happened to you." She said.

"It's alright. It's not your fault." I said, my eyes still closed.

I sighed. Then the boys walked back in the room. Nikki got up to let Justin sit down again.

"Look, Blaire, I'm sorry. It's just…I'm soo pissed that this had to happen to you, and no one was there to take care of you. I really should have taken you with me." He said.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. Nikki, Ryan, and Chaz stepped out to let us talk.

"It's alright Justin. I forgive you. I completely understand. Just don't get so hard on yourself. It's not good for you." I said.

He nodded. "How long are you staying here this time?" He asked, not looking at me.

"The nurse said about one week." I said.

He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth again.

"Justin." I said softly. He calmed down.

"From now on, you're gonna have a body guard at your house. He's gonna have to be the best. Maybe even better than Kenny. But you're gonna be protected when I'm not there to do it."

He kissed me on the forehead and said he would be back tomorrow first thing in the morning to see me. He said he had to start looking for a bodyguard.

"No matter what the cost, you WILL be protected. I love you Blaire." he said.

Then he left.