Why Try

Chapter 23

I have never seen Justin this happy. Ever since Toulouse has been here he has been laughing and smiling. For the past week all I have heard is 'babe babe, Toulouse just sat so I gave him a treat" or babe babe, Toulouse did this or Toulouse did that and I find it so sweet, he is literally a child on Christmas. Things with Justin haven't been great on the terms of his going out and socialising, he always says things like 'I'm teaching Toulouse' 'not today babe' or 'Toulouse doesn't want to' that I did laugh at. I have tried but he simply just doesn't want to. He's been on social media and stuff spamming everyone's instagram timelines with pictures of the dog and tweeting funny stuff but people are commenting along about his where abouts and if he's okay, I'll be sat next to him and he will read some comments and then as soon as he sees a comment about where he is, he'll go off Instagram. I do try and talk to him about it but he changes the subject. It breaks my heart seeing him like this, he needs professional help because he isn't getting better. He doesn't go out, he don't have conversations with me, he plays with T all day and when it's bedtime I'll try and talk to him and he says he's off to sleep. My baby needs help.

Its noon and I'm in the kitchen making me and Justin some food, at least he's still eating I guess. I'm making chicken salad sandwiches with some pure orange juice. Justin is in the garden playing with T, he's teaching him some new tricks. I think now is the right time to tell Justin about my thoughts. I cut the sandwiches in triangles and put them on a tray with the orange juice and headed outside. "Lunch" I said loud enough for Justin to hear. He turned his head and began to walk over. I placed the lunch on the table and sat down.
"Justin, will you sit down for a second? I need to talk to you" he took a seat opposite me and took a bite out of his sandwich.
"I think you need to see a therapist. Justin you're not getting any better and it breaks my hear to say that"
"I don't need to see anyone, I'm fine" he placed his sandwich on his place and stared at it.
"Justin please, I hate seeing you like this. You need to get bet-"
"I said I don't need to fucking see anyone!! I'm fine so just stop talking about it" he got up and left the table and went inside. Well that went well.

It's been about an hour since justin walked off and none of us have spoken to each other. He's upstairs in his room and I'm just about to meet Kenny. I need a breather, it's been so long since I've seen her. I heard a beep outside which meant that Ken was here. I grabbed my phone and bag and headed out. Her music was blasting and she was in my favourite car of hers, the matte black Jeep.
"Hey baby, long time no see" she said. "Hey, missed me?"
"Course" she sped off down the road with the LA breeze running through our hair and music blasting.
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Me and Ken have been out for a while now and Justin hasn't called or messaged once and I'm starting to feel bad, I should of let him know where I was goi-. My phone began to ring and it was Justin. "Hello"
"ari please come h-home p-please"
"hey what's up?!"
"I'm having a p-p-panic attack, come home" he sobbed down the phone. I stood up for the table in the cafe, Kendall looked up at me "what's wrong?" "It's Justin, take me back please" she nodded and we headed back home. When I arrived back at Justin's I rushed up the stairs and into his bedroom. He was lay on the floor panting as his face was soaked with tears. "It's okay baby I'm here. Shhh" I rubbed his back as he cried. "I need help, please get me some help" I'm glad he has realised he needs professional help. My heart is breaking, my poor baby.