The Tour

Chapter 10

Britney stood behind the curtain as she watched Justin sing to Mandah. How happy they looked. “Cause something happens when you look at me I forget to speak. Something happens when you kiss my mouth my knees get so weak. Could it be true this is what God has meant for me, cause baby I can’t believe that something like you could happen to me.” he finished. The crowd exploded once again. Mandah sniffled and wiped underneath her diluted eyes. “I love you, baby.” he spoke softly. He could hear the teasing whistles out in the audience. “Everyone…this is my beautiful fiancé, Mandah. Plenty of you should know her by posing in the Vogue magazine.” he met eye contact with her. “You wanna say something to the fans?”

“Um…” she accepted the microphone and held it to her mouth. “I just wanna say…that you all are the MOST nicest people in the world.” she chuckled. “And um…I’m pregnant. Justin and I are expecting a baby sometime this year.” she scrutinized the shocked looks the people held.

“YOU BITCH!” Britney yelled as she ran out on stage. “YOU DON’T DESERVE HIM! HE’S MY MAN!” Mandah held a dismayed look.

“Excuse me? YOUR man?”

“Brit…go backstage.” Justin whispered. “Please.”

“NO! NOT UNTIL YOU GIVE HER UP, AND COME WITH ME!” she made a big scene.

“Ahaha.” he laughed pathetically. “There is NO way in HELL…that is happening.” he blurted out.

“Justin…I thought you loved ME!” he held a strange look. “How could you cheat on me?” his eyes lit up. “Especially with my best friend.” she began to fake cry.

“OH no. Hey ya’ll…” he gazed at the audience who remained silent. “Don’t’ even listen to her. She’s lying.” he noticed the mortified looks some people held. “Wait a minute…you guys are actually believing her? Come on now. I NEVER went out with Britney. She’s lying.”

“I love you, Justin.” she sniffled. “I did any and everything for you but…I guess it wasn’t enough. You ditched me for my best friend. How low could you go?” everyone watched her run off stage.

“I cannot believe this.” he turned to face the audience. A few people began booing him and throwing a few things on stage, such as teddy bears, etcetera.  “I can’t believe you guys are actually believing her.” he headed off stage. Mandah followed him off stage, and in the backstage room. “Britney…who the HELL do you think you are…INSULTING me and EMBARRASSING me out there? You know DAMN WELL we’re not an item. We never WILL be.” he spoke angrily at her who stood by her body guards.

“Justin, let me handle this.” Mandah assured, suddenly punching her in the face. Britney stumbled back, landing in a body guard’s arm. Justin stood in shock, eyes wide open.

“You…bitch.” she managed to spit out while holding her cheek in pain.

“That’s right. I’m the baddest bitch, and if you EVER in your pathetic life…EMBARRASS my fiancé like that again…you will be sorry. I didn’t know you could be so ignorant. Oh and just a tip for you in case. Let a plastic surgeon work on that face. You’re gonna need it after that bruise starts swelling.” she turned and walked away.

“Um…” Justin tried so hard to hold in his laughter that was begging to escape. “…I’m sorry for…what just happened. I’ll go straighten her out.” he headed down the hallway. “Oh and…hope your cheek is okay. A little ice would do.” he assured, still trying to hold in the laughs. He turned, and snickered all the way down the hall.

Around ten p.m. *that day*

Justin sat between Mandah’s legs as she braided his hair all going back. “Ow…damn, woman. Are you trying to rip my hair out?” she chuckled.

“I’m sorry. I’m just use to braiding tight.”

“Nah. It’s okay. As long as you’re hooking me up.” a knock on the door startled her.

“Damn. I thought everyone would be in the bed by now. We’ve been on the road for hours. As soon as we get to a suite…someone wants to bother us.” she nagged.

“I’ll get it.” Justin stood up, and approached the door. “Who is it?” there was no answer. He unlocked the door and pulled it open to see no one. He slowly looked down to stare at an envelope. “Hmm. What is this?” he grabbed it and scrutinized it carefully. The words on the card had caught his attention. He gazed at the familiar six letter word as thoughts ran through his head.

“Come on, J. I wanna finish so I could go to bed.” she complained.

“Alright. I’m coming.” he slipped a sheet of paper out of the envelope and unfolded it, slowly began reading. In big, bold, blue lettering read the words:

YOU’RE NOT LEAVING THIS HOTEL ALIVE!!!!

Love,

You know who

The End

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