Coping with Bieber

Chapter 20: Away

*Weeks Later*

-February 12, 2014-

"You threw eggs at your neighbors door, got two years probation, told a paparazzi that you would f*ck him up, got accused of spitting on people, and now you pee in a bucket." Scooter says to Justin as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"And you-" Scooter begins speaking to me.

"Do not speak to me like that. I am not your child, nor am I Justin." I clarify before he continues to rant.

"Are a f*cking pain in my ass, along with this one." He points at Justin.

"Scooter, man, calm down." Justin says in a soured voice.

"You have got to be kidding me." Scooter paces back and forth.

"You're ruining your name." He takes a deep breathe and stares at Justin. "The name that we worked so hard to build." He continues and puts his hands on his hips.

"What goes through your mind-" Scooter continues talking as I throw my head back, Justin cutting him off right on time.

"Scooter, can you please stop. There, that's me being nice. Please. Stop." Justin sits forwards and leans his elbows against his lap while his hands cup his face.

"Fine." Scooter huffs and walks out of the room. "Handle him before he gets himself fired." I hear Scooter mumble on his way out.

I close my eyes as I lay on the couch and the sound of soft footsteps fill the room.

"Estela." I immediately recognize the voice. Pattie.

I open my eyes and look up at her.

"Can I please have a moment with my son?" She says in a monotone.

"Mom, she can hear what you have to say. I am sure Scooter has already said it ... and more. 'Justin you're f*cking up your life. Justin, stop acting that way. Justin, whether you like it or not, this is what you signed up for. Justin, it's time to grow up. Justin, get over the fact that you lost your unborn child, causing a lifelong pain to both the love of my life AND I, because of stupid paparazzi. Justin. Justin. Justin.'" Justin mimics all of the advice that he has been given in the past year.

"I cannot imagine the pain and suffering that you two have endured. I cannot. I admit it. But you cannot continue living your lives this way. It's dangerous, for the both of you." Pattie sighs.

"Mom, I love you, I really do, but can Estela and I please have some time alone. Please." Justin looks up at his mom and reaches for her hands. He then wraps his arms around her and looks over at me. I rub my eyes, to shoo away the tears that surely have begun formulating.

"I love you, please Justin, you can't continue like this." She says before looking over to me and then walking out of the room.

Justin sighs and comes over to sit on the floor by the couch that I am laying on.

"How come no one ever gives you shit about the times you act up. You literally spit blunt spit out of our hotel rooms." He says and chuckles. "You smoke weed in public bathrooms-" He continues.

"Yeah, but I never get caught." I admit.

"Still. No one gives you stupid speeches about life." Justin says as he reaches for the bottle on the center table and takes a gulp of the liquid inside of it.

"Hey, you're the pop star, not me." I laugh. "Plus, I don't have family to yell at me." I shrug my shoulders.

"I can yell at you. I am your family." He says and passes the bottle to me.