Brothers

Chapter 16-Bad Migraine?

[EDITED]

::Justin Bieber::

"Jazzy! Jaxon! Come on." My dad yelled over the crowd. Yes they came. The guy squealed and now we were surrounded. It was a huge crowd and it was surrounding us. I started breathing heavily and kept looking for my brother and sister. The chants and the screams weren't helping my claustrophobia.

"Found them. Come on Justin." My dad said and pulled me through the crowd. So many damn people. Not much breathing space. I held onto my head because the pain got worse. The screams got even louder and they kept getting clingier. They were pulling at my clothes and pushing and shoving. I didn't like it. I would've fallen down by now but I had to keep going. I'm not going to break down right here. I need to get out of here. I want Jason. I don't want my dad or my smaller siblings. I shouldn't have came out today. I know I shouldn't have. It was a bad idea and now I'm paying for the consequence.

"Justin breathe calmly come on." My dad screamed as he carried jazzy and Jaxon who were now crying. "Think of something that'll help you." He said as he continued walking out. Something calming that'll help me. What can help me in a crisis like this? The only thing that helps me is Jason when he's telling me to calm down. Wait that's it. Jason's voice.

I cleared out my thoughts. "Breathe Justin. In and out. Come Jay. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale." His soothing voice said. I started breathing normally again It worked. Jason's voice worked. It's funny how it's his voice that seems to calm me down then my own mother's. I just have a close bond with Jason. It's a twin thing.

I held onto my head still and ran out of chucke e cheese with my dad closely behind me. Once we made it safely into the car I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. That was crazy. Some fans have followed us to the car too. They were screaming and hitting the windows making the migraine all the worse. Why can't they respect my privacy?

"You okay Justin?" My dad asked. I nodded.

"I think so." I mumbled.

"Let's just get you home." He sighed and started the car. He honked the horn a few times trying to get the fans out of the way. As soon as it was cleared he started driving all the motorway and made his way to the tour bus.

We weren't really currently at a hotel or house. We were staying at the tour bus for a while. Once we got there he sighed. "I'm sorry Justin." He said. I looked at him questioningly. The migraine had subsided and i wasn't freaking out about my breathing.

"Why are you sorry?" I asked.

"I think it's best if we don't see each other anymore. Or contact each other." He said looking at me dead in the eye. What kind of father says that to his son? 

"What? You mean I'm never gonna see you or the kids again?" I asked trying to get him straight. Once the kids heard this they started crying and screaming.

"I'm sorry Justin. Good bye". He said and gestured me out the car.

I held onto my head and hissed in pain. What the fuck. I shut the door behind me and started my way towards the tour bus. I walked slowly and cautiously. What's going on? My head was spinning and the pain in my brain wouldn't stop hurting. It felt like I had the brain tumor again but 10x worse. It can't be the brain tumor right? It's just a bad migraine. Yeah that's it.