One Hundred Thirty.

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by bhadbieber

by bhadbieber

*Scooter's P.O.V* (oh shit guysssss)

"Justin, come on," I said, as I knock on his bedroom door. Justin hasn't come out in 3 days since Lila left. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a bobby pin to open the door.

"Go away, Scooter," he groaned. I rolled my eyes and walked up to the bed, setting the bobby pin on the bedside table.

"Justin, you need to get up," I say, sternly as if he were my child. Justin groaned and put the pillow over his head. I don't entirely know what happened, all I know is that she left. "Can I at least know what happened?"

"She left me, Scooter," he shot up and threw the pillow on the ground. I flinched. The bags under his eyes are vividly showing, his hair all over the place, greasy because he hasn't showered, his face pale, his nose red and his eyes puffy like he's been crying.

"Justin, tell me why," I said, my voice more calm so he feels comfortable to open up to me. Justin's eyes well up with tears and he starts to sob.

"I-I messed up... I-I d-didn't mess up, I don't know!" He cried, as he put his head in his hands. I got closer to him and pulled him in. He's 23, and possibly almost as big as me, but I still held him like he was that small 12 year old he used to be.

"I-I went to a club, a-and Yovanna was there, she wanted to take a picture and-" he took a second to catch his breath and continued. "she put her leg around me, and I put my hand on her thigh so I could get her off of me but the picture was already t-taken, and Lila saw it, and she got u-upset with me. She said we needed a b-break, and she went to Gigi's," he rambled. I nodded my head, understanding every word he was saying. I rubbed his head a little to comfort him, and I sighed.

"Justin, you know you messed up a lot, it's hard for her to be able to trust you," I whispered. He sobbed even more.

"S-Scooter I can't b-breathe," he said, sitting up. He held his chest and closed his eyes tightly.

"You're having an anxiety attack... Justin how many of these have you had?" I asked, now staring to get worried.

Justin kept coughing, trying to catch his breath. He was shaking like he was cold, and he put his head in his hands.

"A-a lot of th-them just g-give me a second," he said, putting a hand out to tell me to be quiet. He kept coughing and wheezing, and he kept shaking and sobbing. I rubbed his back to comfort him, but he just kept getting worse.

"Justin, do we need to take you to the hospital?" I said, raising my voice. He shook his head and sniffled.

"N-no, Scooter, j-just give me a s-second!" He screamed at me. I stood at the window and watched him as he suffered. I took my phone out and dialled Lila's number.

I walked out of the room so he wouldn't be able to hear who I was talking to.

"Hello?" I heard Lila's voice on the other end.

"Lila," I whispered.

"Scooter... What's wrong?" Her voice groggy, almost like she also has been crying.

"Justin... He's been having anxiety attacks, he hasn't come out of the bedroom in 3 days, I don't think he's eaten anything. He needs you, I don't know what to do, I-" I rambled.

"Scooter. I've been suffering too... But this way, he knows to value what he has, he's been messing up too often and all I've done is forgive him. I don't know what else to do," she cried, and started to break down.

Oh great, I have two depressed kids.

"Scooter," I heard Gigi on the other end. "What's going on?"

"They're both suffering Gigi, I think I have to take Justin to the hospital. Make sure Lila isn't under too much stress, it can harm the baby!" I said, remembering she was almost 9 months pregnant.

I heard a scream on the other end and I immediately started panicking.

"Uh... Scooter... I think the baby is coming," she said, and hung up the phone.

I ran to Justin's room, and he had the pillow over his face, his leg shaking, he was calming down.

"Justin..." I said, he took the pillow off and looked at me, waiting for me to speak.

"The baby's coming,"