Violence

Chapter 4

Justin pulled up in his driveway, and parked the car. He got out and as soon as he approached the door, he heard the phone ring. He rushed in the house and ran to the phone, picking it up and resting it by his ear. “Hello? Hey Christy. You doing okay?”

“Yeah. I just got a headache.” She said while rubbing her forehead.

“Poor baby. You want me to get you something. I could bring it to you.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to do all of that for me.” She said considerately.

“Well I want to…for you of coarse.” There was a pause. “So…what was Britney’s problem?”

“I don’t know…if you asked me…I think it was because you kissed me.”

“Come on. Be serious.” Justin sat on the sofa. “Britney liking me?”

“Well, yeah. You ever notice she always tries to follow you wherever you go. Like today…she followed us to McDonald’s, and the way she looks at you. Don’t get me wrong but I’m defending myself. She hit me first. I just don’t want people thinking I fought her over a guy, because I wouldn’t do that. Only if I truly love that person.”

“So you wouldn’t fight over me?”

“I’ll do anything for you, Justin. Anything.” She repeated.

“Aw…you’re so sweet. And I feel the same way too.” Just then someone barged in his house. He looked up to see JC and the guys entering the house. “What the fuck? Christina…I have to call you back.” He hung up the phone, and stood up. “What are you guys doing?” they approached him.

“What was that between Britney and your chick?”

“I…”

“You’re giving US A BAD REPUTATION!” he pointed to him. Chris approached him slowly.

“Don’t ever LET THAT happen again” he flashed his eyes at him.

“Wait a minute. Who do you guys think you are COMING in MY HOUSE TALKING SHIT?! HUH?! Just get THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE, before I quit the band.”

“You’re going to do what?” Joey asked. “I think Justin’s getting out of hand. Don’t you think, guys?” he asked as he gazed at them. “Maybe we should teach him a lesson to not…” he struck him in the face with his fist, and kneed him in the stomach. He groaned, while kneeling down to the floor. “…get out of hand.”

“What…is wrong with you guys? We use to be tight.”

“WE use to.” JC corrected as he kicked him. The guys all began jumping him. They soon figured it was enough torture, so they stopped.

“I think he’s learned his lesson.” Joey replied. Lance spit on him and laughed. “Tomorrow you will march your pussy ass in that studio and record your part.” Just then, Justin remembered he was suppose to go to the studio right after the MTV special. He laid there still in pain.

All the guys gradually left the house.

Chapter 5

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