Reality (A month’s work)

Chapter 8

Two hours later

Christina entered the house and closed the door behind her. “Boy, what a day.” she sighed and looked up to focus in on four guys sitting on the sofa playing a video game. They all looked up to stare at her.

“Hey, Christina.” Chris greeted.

“Hello, guys. Where’s Justin?”

“He should be upstairs…with Britney.” she held an awkward look.

“Upstairs with who?” she asked while heading up the stairs.

“Britney.” they all answered in unison. She stood by the door and placed her ear by it to hear clearly. All she could hear was silence.

She hesitantly pulled the door open and peered in to see no one. “What the hell is going on?” she asked herself as she entered the room. She peered in the bathroom to see a sight she wasn’t expecting to see.

Britney knelt down by the tub, struggling with something in the water. “Drown, asshole.” she spoke angrily.

“Britney?” she quickly looked up to stare at her. “What are you doing?” Justin popped his head out of the water, gasping for air, eyes red and swollen.

“Oh um…” she stood up. “He…attacked me. I was…defending myself.” she stammered lightly. “Please help me, Christy.” she ran up to her and wrapped her arms around her.

“Justin…what is going on? Why won’t you leave Brit alone?”

“WHAT?!” he held a skepticism look. “Wait a minute. Wait just a FUCKING minute. Are you tellin’ me you didn’t SEE her just now trying to drown me? She was ATTACKING ME!”

“Now just lower your voice. Why would Brit ever do something like that?” he rolled his eyes and stood up, revealing his naked figure. Her eyes lit up. “Cover up.”

“Hell no. It’s not like the both of you didn’t see me naked before. Especially that bitch. She’s the devil. She’s trying to tear us apart. CAN’T YOU SEE THAT?!” he stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist. “If you hadn’t came in on time…I probably would be DEAD by now. Is that what you want to happen?” he burned a hole into her.

Christina pulled back to stare in Britney’s diluted eyes. “Brit…did you try to drown him?”

“Huh? What? I would never try a thing…”

“Stop lying, Brit. Tell her the truth. And while you’re at it…tell her everything else. For example...like how you tried to break us apart. How you CAME on to me that night you said I harassed you.”

“Is it true, Brit?” Christina asked in a solemn tone.

“Um…well…”

“Tell her the truth, bitch. Tell her before I BEAT it OUT OF YOU!”

“Shut up, Justin.” she locked eyes with Britney. “Now…tell me…is it true?” she hesitated to speak, holding her head down in shame.

“Well…y…yeah. It’s…true.” she gasped, staring in shock.