I Got Her Pregnant (Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Ch. 76 - Dramarama

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♥ Justin’s POV: ♥

I was tugging at both ends of my hair, pacing back and forth in the waiting area. It was empty and barely anyone was around, which wasn’t such a good thing right now because I felt like tearing the place apart and there’s no one here to stop me.

I occasionally let out small grunts of anger as I resisted the urge to kick and knock down one of the chairs. I swear, if I sat down, I would only go crazy because I can’t stand still.

“Justin?” a voice called out, and I heard footsteps approaching me. “Justin!”

I released my hair and ran a hand through it before turning around to see Phoebe standing there, just staring at me.

“You okay?” she asked quietly, her eyes red and I could tell she was crying the entire ride over here to the hospital.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I continued to stare at her until I completely broke down into tears. As if on cue, Phoebe started crying too, and we hugged each other for comfort.

“Did they get any results?” Phoebe sobbed into my ear. “Is it gone?”

I didn’t even have to ask her who ‘it’ was. ‘It’ was the baby.

“No,” I cried harder. “T-They didn’t’ t-tell me any n-news yet.”

Phoebe held my head and I buried my face at the crook of her neck, letting more tears slip into her skin. I held her tight, as if she could make things better if I did. Except I knew she couldn’t.

“Shh,” she soothed, stroking my hair as I felt myself crying a waterfall. I couldn’t even open my eyes because there were too many tears falling from them. “She’s going to be okay.”

“I know she is,” my voice cracked. “I have faith that she’s strong enough. I’m just worried about—… About the baby..”

“Justin,” she whispered, pulling me away and holding my head by both cheeks. She wiped away my tears with her thumb, though I replaced them with new tears. She continued to wipe until I opened my eyes, staring straight into her blue ones. “Don’t cry,” she begged, though she herself was letting a few tears slide down.

“I c-can’t stop,” I sobbed, burying my face into my hands as I collapsed on the chair near us. “What am I supposed to do, huh? What am I to do if the doctor comes outside right now and tells me it didn’t make it? And tells me my child’s dead?”

“Don’t talk like that,” she raised her voice, sniffing and wiping a few tears. “Your baby is alive, j—”

“—You don’t know that, Phoebe. There’s no guarantee this baby is going to make it out alive. My life isn’t a happy story book ending,” I interrupted, tears continuing to flow through my saddening eyes.