Take it from Here

Sixteen year old, Justin grasped onto the potato chip bag, “Do you mind, Man?”

The fourteen year old growled, “Yes, I mind. I don’t like the fact that you’re staying here. You’re rich. You can stay anywhere. Why do you want to camp out here?”

“Alley, I need to get away from the press, and I’m paying your folks. I don’t know why you hate me so much.”

“You’re invading my personal space, and my chips.”

“Fine, I won’t eat the chips.” Justin hands the bag to Alley and stands, then walks away.

Justin grabbed his guitar and began to play a soft song. He blocked the television and all other noises from his mind, putting the guitar down at the sound of Alley’s voice. He didn’t say a word and made his way to his room. He sat on the bed singing softly to himself, “In a few weeks I can be with J.C., and then I can leave these people’s home. I can tell I’m definitely not welcomed here.”

He rested his head on the pillow, “This place is nothing like home, except the fighting.” Tears roll down his cheeks.

Alley smiles when Justin doesn’t appear at the dinner table, “He must be tired or something.”

Her mother sighs, “Go give Justin this. I don’t want him to starve. He’s such a skinny teenager.”

Alley rolled her eyes, “He doesn’t need our hospitality. He’s rich Mom!”

“Alley Rhea, he is our guest and has offered to pay to stay here. He’s a sweet kid.”

“The only sweet thing about him is his pay roll, but I will give him his meal.” She stomped off with Justin’s meal.

She walked into his room where he was reading a favorite book, “Don’t be expecting room service every night. Learn to walk.”

“I’m sorry. I was reading, and lost track of time. You didn’t have to bring me this. I could’ve gotten it later. Thanks for the meal. It looks wonderful.”

Alley sat in a chair next to him, watching him eat. He was so cautious not to spill his drink or make a mess in front of her. He seemed so uncomfortable, but tried to stay focused, as her eyes narrowed in on his slender body. He was a heart throb, and she could tell why the girls did scream for him. His sandy curly blond hair, accented his dazzling blueberry eyes, and beautiful complexion, but that million dollar grin wasn’t there. In place lay a frown, and his eyes were clouding, as if a storm were coming, or maybe it had already passed?

She stood, “I have homework. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay, thanks again,” he stated sadly. Justin finished the meal and headed downstairs to return the plate. He turned on the television and covered himself with a blanket, falling asleep.

By the time Justin woke, Alley was at school. He called his mom, “Hey Mom, how are things going with Dad?”

“We’re working things out. I’m sorry our fighting causes you so much pain.”

“I feel like it’s my fault, if I wasn’t in the music business you two could’ve had more time together.”

“Sweetheart, don’t blame yourself. Some things just don’t work out. How do you like the family you’re staying with?”

“They’re nice, but I miss you and Dad.”

“You can come home anytime you want too, Justin.”

“I can’t deal with the arguing right now and the pressure of the press.”

“I have to get going, Honey. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He heard her kiss into the phone and wondered if his father was making her hang up.

Jack, Alley’s father, enters the kitchen, “Hey Justin. How are you?”

“I’m doing alright. Is there any place I can go and play basketball?”

“There’s a court at the local YMCA. If you want I can take you there.”

“How far from here is it?”

“It’s about fifteen minutes away. I don’t mind driving you there.”

Thanks, and I’ll pay you for it, Sir. I don’t want to be wasting your money.”

“Don’t worry about payments. It’s on my way to work. Do you want somebody to pick you up?”

“I’ll find a way home.”

Jack was different than his father. He seemed interested in Justin’s activities. Jack bounced Justin’s basketball, “Are you going to catch me?”

“Sure am”, he said reaching for the ball as a large grin spread across his face. Justin runs after Jack, “Gotchya”, laughing. He jumps into the car seat, fastening his belt. Justin had more fun with Jack than playing alone at the YMCA.

Justin sat on the couch, as Alley came in, awaiting her crude remarks. She plopped down beside him with her books in hand and tears in her sea green eyes. “What’s the matter?” he asked. She wouldn’t face him.

“You wouldn’t understand! You’re Mr. Popular.” She put her books on the table, “Stop staring at me, Justin.”

“I was paying attention to the program, until you came in. I don’t enjoy seeing girls crying. I used to be bullied at school for my facial breakouts and leg braces.”

Her mouth drooped, “You had pimples? Your face is so clear!”

“I still have them. I just use medication and make up to cover them up.”

“The guy I was going to the dance with dumped me and now I have no one to go with.”

“I’ll go with you”, he said softly.

“How can you go? The press will find you.”

“It’s a risk I’ll have to take. When is it?”

“The dance is Friday at seven p.m. Are you sure you’re up for it?”

“Yeah, anything to help a charming girl out.”

She hugged him, kissing his cheek, “This is so nice of you after the way I’ve treated you. Is there anything I can do for you?”

He shook his head, “Nope. I’m doing fine. I’ll let you know if there is.” He grabbed his guitar and turned off the television, heading to his room. She heard him singing, “Don’t worry girl, I’m going to take it from here.” His voice is filled with compassion as he sings the lines.

“Justin, are you hungry”, Alley asked. “The food’s ready.”

“I don’t feel like eating. Tell your parents I want to apologize for not coming to another meal.”
She grimaces, “Is something wrong?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I……..just want to be alone. I don’t have anything against any of you.”

“Alright Justin. Should I bring you a plate?”

“No thanks. I’ll do it, if my appetite returns.” He closed his eyes, when she left, and fell asleep.

Jack and his wife are concerned about Justin and go to check on him. The wife rubs her hand against Justin’s face, “He’s not feverish. I wonder what else it could be?”

Jack studies Justin, “He had so much fun today with me. We played some basketball. Maybe the press found him at the YMCA.”

Alley entered, “He can take care of himself.”

They pulled her out of the room, “Justin still needed guidance, and we want to be here for him. Something is going on with him, beyond the press, and we’d love to find out how to help him”, Jack states.

Justin gazed around the kitchen, the next morning and dialed the phone, once he saw nobody was in sight, “Mom.”

“Hello Justin, did you have a good sleep last night?”

“I tried too”, he sighs. “I kept thinking of you and Dad. I don’t like it when Dad blows up at us.”

“He stormed off last night, and I haven’t heard from him since. I hope he didn’t hurt himself.”

“Mom, I really like Jack. He’s the husband of Mary and father of Alley. He does things Dad never did with me when we’re together. I don’t want Dad to be upset about this.”

“Honey, that’s great, maybe you’ll form a good relationship with him. As for your father, he has to work on his own problems. He wants to do stuff with you, but the alcohol gets in the way.”

Justin heard footsteps and hushes his voice, “He should get his act together.”

“Justin, why are you whispering?”

“Somebody’s in the house.”
“I’ll let you go see who it is and talk to you tomorrow. I love you.”

Justin wiped at the tears forming in his blue eyes, “I love you too.” He put down the phone and entered the living room, but nobody was there. He headed back upstairs, noticing Alley’s book bag on the floor near her room. He made his way towards her room. It appeared that she was sleeping. Justin left her alone.

Chp. 2

“Tearin Up my Heart” boomed from the cafeteria loud speaker, as Alley took a seat with her tray. She narrowed her eyes at her friend Blair, who was reading “Tiger Beat Magazine”, a teen filled book full of glossy photos of the hottest hunks and latest gossip about their lives.

“I heard Justin’s in town”, she smiles.

Alley questioned, “Justin who?”

Blair moans, “Timberlake, Alley. From *NSYNC He’s so cute. He’s hiding out from the press.” She begins singing the lyrics to the *NSYNC song that is playing, “And no mater what I do, I feel the pain with or without you.”

“It’s painful to listen to this tune”, Alley complains.

Blair laughs, “It’s so much fun, Alley. Is there any song that you like out there?”

“Not that I can think of. I’m a sports girl. Are you going to still come over tonight, so we can finish that science report, or are you going to be too busy reading up on Justin?”

“I’ll be there. He’s not my whole life you know?”

“Don’t even kid me. I just want to pass so I can play my sports, and maybe I can get that Jerk Adam back.”

“Alley, Adam’s a jock and doesn’t deserve a good girl like you. He’s not worth the struggle.”

Alley finished her lunch, “See you tonight.” She gives Blair a quick hug as the bell rings to go to the next class.

Meanwhile, Justin pulled at his backpack cords, as his tutor discussed his work. Justin reached in his pocket, carefully grasping onto his eyeglasses and putting them on his face to read over the homework.

“Is the print big enough, Justin?”

Justin nods, “Yeah, that part is fine.”

His tutor picks up the homework, “It won’t be too bad. Use your calculator.” He pats Justin’s shoulder, “Try to stay focused.”

“I will”, he said quietly. He flips through the pages of the textbook. “Are you going to come out on tour with us?”

“I’ll be there, Justin”, he smiled. He gathers his belongings, “See you tomorrow, Justin, and get some rest before doing that math assignment.”

Justin put the books in his bag and headed to his room. All the stresses on him, had worn out his body. He sat on his bed, head lunging forward. His blue eyes opened and closed.

Jack found Justin asleep on the bed. He moved Justin onto his back. It was good that Justin was sleeping, because he would be less likely noticed by Alley’s friend.

He woke to the sound of Alley talking with someone. His heart pounded, as he moved the blanket over his head, “Please don’t find me”, he prayed.

Blair squealed, “You have a guitar like Justin’s.”

Alley frowned, “It’s just a dumb guitar.”

“Do you mind if I touch it?”

Justin listened intensely, “Please don’t let her”, he cried.

“It’s my dad’s. I don’t think we should fool with it.” She groans, “We have work to do.”

Justin felt relieved and sat peering around the room. He reached for his hooded sweatshirt, to cover his face, so he could get out before she noticed him. He casually made his way from his guest room to the kitchen.

Blair returned to gazing at the guitar, not realizing her idol had just walked past her in his blue hooded sweatshirt. “Is your brother home?”

Alley smiled, “No. Why do you ask?”

“Somebody just walked out of his room.”

He made it to the door as he heard a piercing scream that shook his entire body. He scurried out the door.

“That’s Justin’s shirt”, Blair blurted. “It was made for him only by Leila’ Branson. Justin loves that fashion designer. How’d you get that jacket? All these clothes look like his.”

“Blair, they’re just clothes.”

“The only way you could have his clothes is if he lived here, and he doesn’t, does he?”

“Blair, what about our science project?”

“Justin is far more interesting and those clothes rock.” Alley pulls on her hands, “I don’t want to go. Why won’t you tell me where you got those clothes?”

“The clothes aren’t important, but our grade is. My brother likes designer clothing. It belongs to him or my dad.”

Jack plopped down on the step next to Justin. He rubs his hands together, “It’s getting chilly. Do want to come inside?”

“Alley has a friend over, and I don’t feel comfortable.”

“How about we go some place?”

His blue eyes widened, “Where can we go where not a lot of kids hang out?”

“I heard you love science, Justin. There’s a planetarium not too far from here, where you can watch the stars, if you’re interested.”

“How’d you know I liked space stuff?”

“I spoke with your mom.”

Justin’s eyes fill with fear, “What’d else did she tell you?”

Jack laughs, “All good things, Justin.”

The two stayed until the planetarium closed. Jack turned on the radio. “Did you have a good time?”

“Thank you”, Justin sleepily stated.

“Do you usually stay up this late, Justin?”

“My mom makes me go to bed around ten, if I can. I’ve been up all night before. It messes with my body constantly changing my sleep schedule.” He covered his mouth with his hand, yawning. He leaned his head to the side.

Jack kissed his wife, as he held onto Justin, “We had fun, but I missed you. What went on here?”

“Alley’s friend was suspicious after seeing Justin’s stuff. We didn’t tell her, but she’s going to find out eventually, especially if Justin goes to the dance.”

Chp. 3

“Mom,” Justin shouted flinging open the door, the next morning. His face beamed, as he enveloped her. He invited her inside. “Has Dad come back yet?”

She ran her hands shakily through his curls, “No Sweetheart. I’m sure he’ll be back eventually.” She kissed his cheek, “You can come home with me, for a bit, since he’s not around.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. There’s too much negative energy in that place, even if you two aren’t fighting. I need space, from everyone, yet it’s killing me being away from you. Everything is so confusing.”

She massaged his back, “I know.” She caressed his face, “It will come together, Justin.”

Justin cooed, “I hope so, Mom.” He closed his blue eyes as she left. A tear drifted down his face. Justin went back inside, as he saw Alley come down the steps. He kept his composure, “Good morning Alley.”

“Good morning Justin”, she mumbled. “Did Blair scare you last night?”

“No, she didn’t. I’m just not into dealing with much right now. Things have to be low key. I’ll be in my room, if you want me.”

“Don’t forget, the dance is tonight.”

“I wouldn’t forget. I’ll be ready for it.”

“Justin, you seem so unhappy about something. Aren’t stars supposed to be happy?” He turned away from her, as if she knew what was going on, “You can tell me Justin, if something’s going on.”

“Alley, did you ease drop the other day?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Justin. I was asleep half the day because of a bug I caught at school.”

“I’m sorry. I’m going to be the best date you ever had.”

That evening, Alley bent down and stared at Justin’s thin legs. He had scaring from his knee to his calf. He placed a brace on both of his legs. “What happened to your legs, Justin?”

“They’re just weak, so the braces help stabilize them. “ He pulled his pants over them, and stood, buttoning his white shirt. The handsome young man put a white formal jacket over his shirt, “Does this look good?”

She smiled, “It’s stunning, Justin.”

The auditorium was loud with the hottest music and teens having conversations as they danced. Strobe lights flashed and disco balls spun, as Justin and Alley made their way into the dance.

Blair ran to Alley, “Who’s the lucky guy you brought with you?” Her eyes widened and she gasped at Justin, who just turned around. She protested, “How did you get him?”

“Shhh……..keep it down. Don’t blow his cover. I’ll explain later. Now is not the time to gush over him.”

Blair choked on her words, “Okay, but I want the 411 on him.”

Justin blinked nervously, extending his hand, “Hi.”

“This is Blair, Justin. She’s a big fan of yours.”

Blair giggled, “You’re so hot.”

Justin chuckled, “Thanks, but I think I’m about 98 degrees.”

Alley nudged Blair, “Stop staring. You’re making him uncomfortable.”
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A slow song came over the speakers, “Would you like to dance, Alley?” She nodded and he extended his arms, moving them around her waist. “I haven’t done this in awhile”, he admitted, “So tell me if I’m doing something wrong.”

She felt so special, but a feeling of sadness swept over her as she gazed back at Blair. She was dancing with the guy that meant the world to her best friend and didn’t deserve it. “Justin, would you mind dancing with Blair?”

“Sure, I’ll dance with her”, he smiled.

Blair grinned from ear to ear as Justin lightly placed his arms around her. “This is a dream come true. I want to tell everyone of my night with……….”

Justin cut her off, “Please don’t tell anyone,” he begged. His blue eyes dimmed, “If word gets out where I am, I’ll have to move again. I just need some space.” His hands trembled, “There are some things you have to keep secret and this is one of them.” He regained his composure, “Sorry for the lecture. It probably ruined your dreams.”

“Nah, I’m loving every moment of it. I’m surprised nobody’s noticed you.”

“I doubt they expected me to show up at a school dance. It will okay, as long as nobody freaks out.”

“Do you like it here, because you guys never come here?”

Justin laughed, “Of course, I do, but it’s not really about what we like. Money is all our record company cares about.”

It felt good to let Blair be with Justin. Alley knew the truth why Justin was truly living with her family. She never imagined that celebrities weren’t so perfect. He was human and she was beginning to take notice that he had feelings and deep emotions about the people around him. He was in need of love and comforting words.

He wasn’t the smiley Justin plastered on numerous magazine covers. His smile wasn’t natural and she could tell, because she gave those types of expressions. He had changed and desperately could have used a helping hand. Maybe Blair could do it, she thought. She believed she would never be close to him, but perhaps she was wrong.

Justin had fun at the dance. He couldn’t remember the last time he went to something normal and didn’t get crushed by fans or have camera flashed in his face. He rested his head on the pillow tiredly, to exhausted to remove his braces.

Alley sat down on his bed, “You want me to get those?”

Justin drowsily shook his head, “If you don’t mind. Thanks.”

She covered him with the blanket, as his body lay still, and placed the braces in a chair next to his bed. “Goodnight Justin and thank you for tonight.”

Justin mumbled, “Goodnight Alley”, as sleep captured his body. He rolled to the side, shutting his eyes.

Justin awoke tired the next day and he sneezed. He had a notion that he wasn’t going anywhere. He probably caught whatever it was from Alley, he imagined. His throat was tender to touch and extremely sore to swallow. He couldn’t even speak, though he tried. His entire face hurt and all he desired to do was sleep. It brought depressing memories into his mind.

Blair was distraught when Alley told her Justin was ill. “That’s horrible. Every time he gets sick he thinks back to the days he spent in the hospital.”

“He was hospitalized?”

“He had something rare that affected his legs and caused his anemia. They put him on a bunch of medications, and that’s done well for him, but he still requires the braces.”

“Anything else you want to fill me in on? You are the expert after all”, she laughs.

“His parent’s relationship has been on the rocks. His father has an awful temper, I’ve heard. His mother won’t stand up to him.”

“Abusive relationships aren’t easy. Remember when I went through mine?”

“I do. That was hard on us all. How long is he staying?”

“He’s going to be here another two weeks, at least, and then he’s going to a friend’s house.”

“I bet it’s one of the *NSYNC guys.” She watched her friend’s face closely, as Alley attempted to not let her face give away the answer. “It is! Isn’t it?”

“I can’t say for Justin’s safety. Once word gets out they’ll be hounding him and that will be a complete disaster.”

Chp. 4

Justin held the phone against ear, as the host of MTV’s Total Request spoke, “We’re talking live with *NSYNC’s Justin Timberlake. The group’s taking a short break so they all can rest before starting up the second leg of their sold out tour. “How are things going for you, Justin?”

“I’m having a great break, Carson. I’ve been busy writing for out next record. I have a cold, but I’ll get through it.”

Carson raised his voice excitedly,” Justin, *NSYNC is number one today. You guys beat the Backstreet Boys, after a week of not being on the top.”

“That’s awesome. Thanks, you guys, for voting for us. It really means a lot to us. I hope to see all you guys out on tour”

“Good luck with the new record, Justin! We’ll see you in a couple weeks on Total Request.”

“Thank you, Bye Carson!”

“Goodbye Justin”, Justin heard the fans screaming in the background and smiled. He watched as Carson rolled the totals, “With 23% of the votes we have the Backstreet Boys, with their latest hit, and you all know whose number one.”

Justin laughed as the *NSYNC video played, “This is my fifteen year old porno shot.”

“How cute, Justin”, Alley grimaced. “You should be proud that girls want you for your body and not your musical interests.”

Justin spoke hoarsely, “A lot of people believe I have talent. We’re trying to break away from the cute boy image. I’ve been writing and went into the studio before I came here.”

“Justin does have talent, Alley”, Blair admitted grinning. “Let’s not get him arguing he should be resting. He’s sick remember?”

“If he’s so sick why can he talk on the phone?”

“Alley, it’s his job! He has no choice. He sounded ill.”

“Girls, I’m going to go back to sleep”, he stated with a soft tone in his voice.

Later, Justin sat on the bed searching the room for his guitar. He shook his head, standing and walked into Alley’s room, “Have you seen my guitar?”

“No, I haven’t. Did you leave it downstairs?”

“No, I always bring it back upstairs with me.”

“Can’t you use another one?”

“My mom bought it for me”, he frowned, “not that you care”, he whispered. He could tell the expression she conveyed was masking what was truly going on. He had a notion she stole it and he couldn’t understood why.

“Oh, maybe my parents moved it some place. Why don’t you ask them?”

“I will”, and he did, coming up with nothing. He wanted to play, but he couldn’t. He dressed himself in warm clothing and packed his backpack. Justin left the house. He was unsure if he’d return.

“Blair”, he sighed as he got onto the bus. She sat next him, “You ride this bus?”

She laughed, “Yeah, a lot of students do. You fit right in with your backpack. Where are you headed?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “The YMCA.”

“The kids will be all over you. You should be sleeping, Justin.”

“Blair, do you know what happened to my guitar?”

“Alley took it. She said she was putting it away so it wouldn’t be a distraction to me.”

“Thanks, Blair. Alley has some explaining to do when I go back there.” He covered his mouth as he sneezed. He closed his eyes tightly as Blair touched his feverish head.

“Justin, the YMCA is no place for a sick teen. You might pass out or something.”

He removed his jacket as sweat poured down his face, and another sneeze came. He kept his eyes shut, lighting made him worse.

Blair led him back to the house, taking his backpack off his shoulders and getting him into the warm covers.

The next morning, Justin’s fever was high and he needed to be closely watched. Both parents were concerned about their son’s health. Justin wished his parents would come together more often.

Justin’s head lay against his mom’s stomach, as his father ruffled his curls. He was asleep, finally. This was the perfect time for them to leave, because he would not want them to vanish when he was sick, but they needed to work on things.

“Take it from here”, he mumbled.

His mother sighed, “We have to fix things. He couldn’t do it on his own. It’s hurting him. He’s depending on us to truly work out our differences. We owe him that.”

Justin slowly sipped on the tea, the following morning, as he sat on the bed. He wanted his guitar, but felt too weak to stand. Alley handed him his guitar, “Thanks. Why’d you take it?”

“I didn’t.”

“Blair told me you did.”

“Why would I want your guitar?”

“You tell me, because I haven’t the slightest idea.”

“You were upset with me yesterday, so you stole it. I’m just relieved to have it back. This means so much to me.”

“It’s a stupid guitar”, she moaned.

“It may be dumb to you, but for me it is my escape, a godsend.”

“How can a piece of wood be an escape?”

“The music captivates me, and I don’t have think about my problems.”

“So you wear braces, big deal.”

“There’s more to it than that. The braces are the least of my issues.”

“Tell me then.” Alley was hoping he’d break, but instead he said nothing, nor did he move his body.

Chp. 5

His blue eyes focused on her, “Talk it from here, Mommy.” He reached out to her through the crib bars.

“Lynn, what are you thinking about?” She gazed up at her husband, “Our son.”

He kissed her forehead, “What about him?” He envelopes her, soothingly.

“We’re finally doing what’s right, getting you help. He worries constantly about you hurting me.”

“I’m so sorry I blew up at you too. I’m going to change, and, for starters, I enlisted in the alcoholism group. I’m going to be away for a bit, but it’s for the well being of all of us.

“Pass the ball to me, Justin”, he did as Jack said, “now block me.” Justin regained the basketball and guarded himself from Jack. Justin breathed heavily and they both stopped. He regained strength and shoots the ball into the hoop, “That was perfect, Justin.”

After the game, Justin ran inside to get clean. He began the bath water. Good scents fill the bathroom as the phone rang, “Hello?”

J.C. spoke in a warm voice, “How are you doing?”

“I’m getting over the bug, and my parents are being all buddy buddy.”

“Don’t give up on them, Justin. God has a way of making every situation work.” He paused; I called to talk to you about staying with me. Something has come up and you may not be able to stay.” He heard dead silence, “Man, are you still there?”

Meanwhile the tub water rose, getting close to the brim.

“I was looking forward to staying with you, since you understand what I’m going through. I hate hiding the truth from these people, and I think their daughter knows the truth. I could break any minute.” His blue eyes enlarged, “@#$% tub water.”

“Justin, what’s going on?”

Justin turned off the water, “The tub would’ve over flowed. I totally forgot about it, as we got speaking!” His voice cracked as he said, “If word got out, people may think he abused me. I don’t want to be taken away from them, and have to cope with the media portraying my parents as evil.” His heart ached, “I wish you were here.”

J.C. sighed, “Me too.”

Justin stripped, throwing his wardrobe into the hamper, and discarded his braces on top of the toilet seat. He submerged himself in the water, head elevated on the hard substance behind him. He dipped the washcloth into the water, soaking his chin and cheek bones. Justin massaged his leg muscles, as sharp pains shot through them. Justin recalled his breathing exercises and breathed in and out carefully, until the painful sensation subsided. He put his suffering in the past, pleased that his parents were coming to visit.

He relaxed on the bedding and propped pillows beneath him, concealing his body with a blanket. Justin coughed, grabbing the liquid cold medicine. He poured the red liquid into a tiny cup and gulped the solution.

“Dad, you look great”, Justin grinned.

“You seem better too, Justin. How’s your throat?”

“It’s sore and scratchy. I haven’t felt like singing.”

“You will, in time. Mom and I are having a lot of discussions about our family’s future plans.”

“Dad, I just want you to get well.”

“I’m trying, Justin, and your mom and I may still have arguments as we get through this. You have to be strong for us. We need your support.”

Justin drowsily nods, “I will,” he stated hardly above a whisper. He doesn’t want the Rhea’s to hear their conversation.

His parents didn’t stay long, because Justin needed his sleep. They left after a quick conversation with the Rhea’s.

Justin worked hard to further earn the Rhea’s respect. He did odd jobs around the house, as if he was a part of the family. Justin thought things had changed since his first week with them, when Alley couldn’t stand him. Now they were starting a brother and sister bound, which he enjoyed greatly. He had no idea, until staying with the Rhea’s, what it was like to have another younger person living in the same house. It was good for both of them to be together and share brother and sister moments, though, with the tour coming, that would have to end for a bit.

He chuckled, passing the popcorn to Alley, “So, you like scary movies?”

“The gorier the better”, she snickered, holding the remote control in one hand. “You should be in one.”

He blinked his eyes, “I’m too cute, they say.”

She put the remote control on the table crossing her arms, “Don’t let your ego get too big. There are prettier boys than you.”

“Don’t fret, I won’t. What are you and Blair going to do when I go on tour?”

“Life will return to near normal, with Blair continuing to fantasize about you. Although now, she’ll tell everyone she hung out with you, though no one will believe her, except me. Are you planning on coming back?”

“I’d like too, if your folks don’t mind, but for not as long. You and Blair should come see us on tour.”
“We’ll see. I’m not making promises.”

“I wouldn’t want to scare you or anything. I know it’s against your religion to even take a glimpse at me.”

Justin shoved his hand into the popcorn, as he watches the horror movie, “How many times have you seen this?”

Alley snickered, “More times than I’ve looked at your face.”

Justin gave an unimpressed facial expression, “Real cute, Alley,” throwing his hands in the air, “Where’s Blair?”

“She’s finishing our science project.”

He rested his elbows on his knees, “I love science. What did you have to do?”

“It had to do with a plants growth. It was quite boring. Science is for brains. I didn’t think you were a brain. Pop stars come across as being naïve.”

“Not all pop stars are like that. I’m not. I was in all the intelligent classes in school. I wore glasses too.”

“You’re not too good at comebacks”, she laughed wiping the oily popcorn remains onto her pants.

Justin passed her his napkin, “These are our friends.”

“You’re too clean”, she whined, folding her arms across her chest.

“It’s better to be clean than to be a slob. I’m tired. I’ll see you in the morning”, as he stood, “enjoy your movie.”

“Goodnight Justin.” She stood giving him a quick hug, as his legs trembled.

Justin went straight to sleep. It was later than what he had been staying up.



Chp.6

Justin was excited when J.C. made a surprise visit. He introduced the Rhea’s to his best friend, “This is J.C. I’ve known him since I was little. He’s like my big brother.”

J.C. shook everyone’s hand, “And you must be Alley.”

“That would be me. So, Justin’s been talking about me?”

“He’s been updating me on things through e-mail. He said you all make him feel welcomed.”
Justin and J.C. go to a studio in Memphis. Justin read a comic as he sat in the passenger seat. He turned these pages as if the pictures were more important than the text.

J.C. chuckled, “You remind me of when you were a toddler, Justin.”

“I’m just bored, J.C. What are we going to do at the studio?”

“We’re going to mess around with the sounds for the tour.”

“J.C. did my mom and dad always hate each other?”

“No, and they don’t hate each other. They’re just not able to agree on what they think the right thing to do is. “

“I believe Dad’s doing better in the clinic.”

Justin ventured off to a corner in the studio where a black leather couch was, and sat down. He grasped onto the toys positioned on the couch. He observed them, as if he remembered them from somewhere. He organized the toys, “Were these mine?”

“A long time ago they were. Are you ready to go into the studio?”

Justin awkwardly pressed the buttons, hoping J.C. would give him guidance on what to do next. He’d forgotten since the last time he had come. He followed J.C.’s lead and gradually gained confidence.

“You still like ice cream, Justin?”

Justin smiled, “I love it. Vanilla is my favorite flavor. Why? Do you have some?” Justin licked his lips, imaging the cold smooth substance against his lips, and the sweet taste of it inside his mouth. He swallowed the excess saliva.

J.C. chuckled, “I do, but we should eat some real food first.”

Justin narrowed his eyes at J.C., “Can’t we just eat the junk food for once?” He knew what J.C.’s answer would most likely be. His friend was as strict as his mom and didn’t approve of desserts in place of a meal. He gave J.C. an innocent look, “please?”

J.C. usually couldn’t resist those blue eyes and adoring puppy face, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Justin. How about we eat a little something consisting of wholesome ingredients.”

Justin questioned nervously, “Okay. Where are we going to eat?”

“I’ll order out, Justin, to avoid being photographed.” They ordered tacos and J.C. got out the ice cream.

J.C. wanted to talk to Justin about what was going on, knowing it was eating away at him. He wasn’t chipper like he usually was, except about the ice cream. He acted lethargic at times when they were recording, which concerned J.C. because Justin loved music, every aspect of it.

Justin leaned against J.C., “I’m scared”, he whispered breathlessly. J.C. quickly embraced his younger friend, “Dad’s going to relapse, and everyone’s going to find out the truth.”

“Shhh……..all we can do is pray for the best, Justin.” He felt Justin’s fingers tightly grasp onto his button down jean shirt, “We’re all here for you.” Justin loosened his force, burying his face in the soft blue texture. J.C. reached for the ice cream, putting some into a bowl and opened Justin’s medication, mixing it with the sweet syrup. It was easier to take that way.

Justin took a few bites of the ice cream, “It tastes better in the ice cream.”

“You know what they say, ‘a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down.’”

Justin laughed, beginning to smile again. “Maybe, I should tell them.”

“That’s totally up to you Justin. Only you know what’s right for you and your parents.” He patted Justin’s back.

Justin gathered his comic books and sorted through them at the Rhea home. He put them into his backpack. He walked to a small round table bringing the model racecar into the palm of his hands. He rolled it along the smooth surface. He glanced at the dresser where more model cars were. He placed one of the cars on the ground, grabbing its remote control. He laughed as the car bounced over the bump, nearly tipping over. His face got serious when he saw Alley standing there.

“Playing with toys again, I see”, she moaned. “Aren’t you getting too old for toys?”
“Lots of older people like toys. What do you do for fun, if you don’t play with toys?”

“I play sports, Justin, and watch horror flicks, and more mature things. Toys are childish, and you’re sixteen. Instead of doodling with miniatures, why not get the real deal?”

“I drove my mom’s car,” he stated sadly, going back inside his room. He controlled the car around the small room. Justin yawned after chasing the car for about an hour. His eyelids drooped as he sat on the bed. He reached for his math book and his pencil, and moved to the round table to do his work. Justin laid his head over his hands.

Jack sighed looking at Justin at the dinner table. “Where’d you get the lacerations, Justin?”

Justin shrugged his shoulders, reaching for the mashed potatoes, “I must have hit myself while I was singing in the studio.”

Jack had other beliefs, “Okay, do you need some medicine for it?”

Justin nodded nervously, trying to avoid the pains in his arms. He took a big gulp of water.

Jack asked, “Are you feeling okay, Justin?”

Alley stared at Justin, and he stared back with pleading eyes that said “don’t tell.” She sat there with an amused facial expression throughout the meal, leaving Justin uncomfortable.

Justin hid in his room crying and gazing at his arms. He grabbed a damp cloth lightly blotting his arm with it to get rid of the blood. He winced from the pain as he continued to touch the sore spots. He wore a long sleeve shirt for a week.

Alley sat next to Justin, “What are you doing?”

“I’m cutting my fingernails,” he stated coldly.

“It doesn’t look like it. Are you causing self injury?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed heavily, meeting her gaze.

“It would be better to just talk about your problems, and I have no clue why you won’t.”

“The media will find out and take my parents away.”

She smiled, “I don’t think they will!”
Justin’s Mom, Lynn, scheduled him for an appointment with the whole family to see a therapist. She would help them through the hard times. Justin spent the most time with her. She would be visiting him on tour, as well.

“Have a seat, Justin.” Justin did as she asked, though he was terrified. “How have you been?”

“Okay,” he responded quietly.

She could tell Justin was difficult, but knew she could work around the troubled areas. He was distraught and withdrawn from most eye and sound contact. She brought Justin back into the real world with his favorite ice cream.

“We don’t hurt ourselves,” she told him calmly over and over again so he’d repeat it and not cause self injury.

She handed Justin something soft with both his parents in the room. “When you’re depressed I want you to squeeze this ball for me, and bring it wherever you go.”

Chp. 7

Justin sat with his head looking downward at the hardwood floor with tears in his eyes. It was hard for him to hide the truth from them. In a day, he was leaving to go on tour. If he told them the truth, he wondered what they would do. Chills ran down his spine as he heard somebody at the bedroom door, turning the knob. His heart skipped a beat or two as he watched the door like a hawk.

“Blair”, he half smiled, relaxing a bit. He sniffled, “School project?”

Blair plopped down beside him, “Alley said you were down. She told me what you’ve been hiding. How long have you been cutting yourself?”

“Awhile,” he mumbled. “My dad is always trying to break free from his condition and it fails. I want this time to be different, but I don’t think it will be. The cutting pain masses the hurt he’s causing. My mom didn’t like the cutting thing, and knew I’d been doing it for a long time. A week ago, Dad called with an angry tone his voice. I asked if he had been drinking, but he didn’t answer. He blew up at me, and told me that he wouldn’t come see me on tour. That broke my heart, because he acted excited before that about going and us spending time together. I haven’t heard from him since then, nor has my mom. We have another meeting with the therapist tonight. I doubt he’ll be there.”

“Give him a chance, Justin. I’m sorry he yelled at you. That wasn’t needed.” She rubbed his back.

Justin cupped his hands, putting his face in them to hide the tears. His body tensed when Jack entered the room, “He knows doesn’t he?”

Blair remained quiet for a few minutes, “She may have told him.”

Jack said, “Blair, let me talk to him alone.”

She patted Justin’s back, “I’ll see you later, Justin. Hope you’re feeling better.”

“Thanks,” he murmured.

“Justin, we’re not going to take you from your mom and dad, nor tell people. You should’ve just told us. We care about you.”

“Sorry, I was so scared,” he admitted.

Justin pressed down onto the ball as he talked to Jack. He trusted him on what he said. He believed in Jack more than his father. Justin flattened the ball, but it quickly regained its shape.

Jack smiled, “We’re here for you, Justin. I’m going to have a talk with your mom. Let’s get those cuts cleaned up.” He walked with Justin to the bathroom and took a washcloth from the cabinet. He applied a topical gel. It numbed Justin’s wrists.

At therapy, Justin sat in a chair looking at a bowl of ice cream.

“I want you to stick your fingers or a finger in it, Justin to help you cope with the emotional stress. It will hurt like cutting your arms but won’t last.”

“Can I eat it afterward?”

She laughed, “Yes, but you have to stick your fingers or finger in there first.”

The cold sensation burned against his fingers, but he kept it in there. Justin screamed as he removed his fingers. The pain subsided and he ate the ice cream. She suggested Justin try this at home and on tour with anything ice cold.

Next she worked on hypnotizing with him. She played soft music and had him focus on something for several minutes as she talked to him. “Justin, when you’re upset with your father, I want you to stick your fingers in something icy for one minute. Self injury is dangerous. This is safer. She repeats, “Self injury is dangerous.”

She gave Justin a cup of iced water. She said, “Stick your fingers in it, Justin.”

“Justin why don’t you go sit on the couch, in the waiting room, while I speak to your mom.”

He nodded gazing around the waiting area questioning what she wanted to talk to his mom about. Bright furniture and walls lighten his mood. He read a kids magazine for entertainment. He yawned, bored with the content. Justin softly sang as he put the magazine on the table.


“Watched the sun fade,
With the choice you made
Cut myself with a blade,

Drowning in my tears
Everything’s unclear!

I need to have you,
You could have came through,
With words pure and true!”

“Are you singing about me?”

Justin’s eyes grew large as he looked toward the door, where his father stood. He embraced him, “I never thought I’d see you again.” His body trembled, “Are you going to stay for the session,” his voice was hardly audible.

“I’m going to try, Justin.”

“Dad you scare me when you take off. I’m afraid of you dying. I won’t go on tour, if you don’t come see me.”

“You should go, Justin. This is important to you. I shouldn’t hold you back. I’ll be there, eventually.”

Justin froze as his mother opened the door, surprised to see his father there. He expected them to argue, by the scowl on his mother’s face. He raised his hands over his ears in fear.

Lynn walked over to her son, putting his hands at his sides, “We’re not going to scream, Justin. We’re going to all talk in a calming voice.” She hugged him.

The room was silent. Nobody knew how to break the ice. Justin finally spoke, “Are we going to discuss our feelings?”

The therapist touched Justin’s hand, “Yes, Justin. What do you want to discuss?”
“I’m tired of my dad yelling, at me and my mom, and running off. Then, I worry he won’t come home because he over drank. Kids shouldn’t have to be wondering if this is the last time to see their father.”

Lynn put her arm around her son, “You shouldn’t.”

His father sighed, “Justin, I’m going to change. Don’t give up. I’m here aren’t I?”

He rose from his chair and lunged forward as his voice cracked, “You weren’t here last time. You have to come every time and stop drinking. .” Justin settled back in the chair frightened and drew his arms inward towards his chest, clasping his hands together. He tucked his feet underneath the chair, remaining quiet.

Chp. 8

“Justin’s asleep,” Mary stated over the phone to Lynn. “He’s terrified about the tour. He thinks he’ll never see his father again.”

“His father has lied to him countless times about taking a stand and that crushes Justin. He didn’t want his dad to leave the office. Has he tried hurting himself since we got back two hours ago?”

“No. Jack, Alley and Blair have all been with him, and the door to his room is open. He went right to sleep.”

His backpack was packed, and J.C. was there with a smile spreading across his face. He had spoken to Justin’s mom and was aware of how depressed his friend was. He prayed music would bring him joy, like it usually did. He filled Lance, Chris and Joey, his touring partners, in on Justin’s current state.

Justin tossed his bag onto a bunk and gently placed his guitar down. He walked out to say a final goodbye to the Rhea’s and Blair.

He was with his older brothers, though they weren’t brothers by blood. Justin felt close to them. They always took care of him, as he grew up, and he valued their opinions. They lent his mom money so she could afford things Justin needed. J.C. was his favorite, and they all knew this.

J.C. had been in similar circumstances, yet unlike Justin, both parents left him. J.C. was adopted into a new family. J.C. spent many nights with Justin calming him with lullabies, and now he just sits with Justin and chats. That means the world to them both, to be able to share their feelings towards the people that caused them extreme pain.

He stared at the blank television screen, breathing heavily and directed his attention to the man hold the video game controller. “I’m not up to playing, Chris.” Justin stood as Chris placed his hands on Justin’s shoulders.
“I have a better idea,” he whispered. He led Justin out of their hotel room and through the hallways to a quiet room, with a piano, near a cozy fireplace. “There’s something special inside of you. Don’t hold it in because of him. It will only hurt you, in the end. Music can evoke strong emotions as much as self inflicting pain, but it does more. It brings you to a place where heartache can’t go.”

“I’m so……..lost, Chris. Music isn’t my main priority right now.”

Chris sat on the bench motioning for Justin to come, and he did with hesitation. “Take it slow, until it feels right. Play with your heart and soul.”

He pressed fiercely on the keys, singing for several minutes, sweat formed on his forehead. He abruptly stopped. “I can’t sing about him.”

Chris rose, “Then don’t. Start with something else, and work your way up.”

“That song keeps coming back to me. I’ve had it on my mind for some time. I’d always tell my mom, “Take It From Here”, and now that I’m older I still say it some times, though I think it’s my turn. I don’t know what’ll keep giving me the strength, but I’ve already taken one stand with my dad. I’m not going to let him forever take control of us. I love him, but he needs to change. He breaks both our hearts and neither one is ready to lose him. I don’t want my mom to worry. I want to be a man and take it from here.”

“Justin, music is definitely your main priority! The guys and I will help you on it, if you want, and we’ll perform it live.”

“Yeah, if only he’ll come,” he sighed.

“If he truly cares, he will!”

A dim light surrounded him as he picked up the burger from the wrapper. He hadn’t eaten in several hours. He didn’t have the stamina. He’d been at the piano for hours, composing the most meaningful song to him, with his band mates at his side, giving him slight direction. He thought about giving in, but they kept him going with their warm smiles and reassuring words. He felt proud, not ashamed like when he caused injury to himself. He had a piece of heaven on earth, and that made all the difference in the world.

Justin tiredly reached for his soda and bit into his hamburger. He closed his eyes, but quickly opened them, as a confused expression crosses against his face. Pain was evident, as his eyes became enraged in a storm.

J.C. pulled the burger out of his friend’s hands and asked, “Justin are you okay?” He didn’t answer, so J.C. lightly rocked him, “Justin?”

He blinked, trying to form words with his lips, “Scared,” he stated helplessly. He gulped the soda before getting out anymore. His voice only weakened, though he was able to speak, “I don’t want him to die,” he murmured. “I should’ve sung it louder, while he was around, but I didn’t and now he may die!” He jumped up from his seat and speed out the door.”

“I’ll get him,” Chris stated softly to the three men.

Justin slouched down in a corner too exhausted to go any further. He clenched his stomach with his hands; an intense sensation in his abdomen caused him to lunge forward. He attempted to stand, but dizziness won, and he landed on his butt.

He awoke to the sound of chatter. Four familiar voices gazed at him as he started to speak, “I love you guys,” he muttered not fully aware of what was happening. Justin forced himself to keep his eyes open, but could only do it for so long. He heard his friends talking about him.”

“This is the second time he’s had one of those episodes tonight, but this time he didn’t come out of it. We need to get his parents here,” Chris concluded, “He’s never done this before.”

Lance wiped at his face. I’ve been trying to reach his mom for the last hour, and h I don’t have any idea where to reach his dad. J.C. have you tried contacting the Rhea’s?”

J.C. nodded, “I left a message on their machine.”

Joey knelt beside Justin’s bed, “At least he’s at peace, for the moment. Do you guys think he took something?”

Lance shakes his head, “We’ve been with him all day. There’s no way he could have had access to anything with us nearby all day. He was so positive, once we started going with that song. Something has gone terribly wrong, and we have to find out what.”

Justin sat an hour later on the bed, exhaustion apparent in his poor posture, with sluggish movements and slurred speech. He ate his burger, as his friends closely watched him. Sleep crept over his weary body, and he leaned against the headrest before he fell forward. His vision became fuzzy, as a cell began to ring, “Get him, Joey. He’s drifting.”

Justin felt Joey touch his forearms and rest his head on the pillow.

Joey covered Justin with the blanket, as Justin mumbled in his sleep about his dad. “He’ll be okay. We’re all going to get through this. Just stay strong for us, and most importantly for your mom. You’re the best she has going for her. There’s nothing more special than a parent’s child.”

Justin groggily replied, “Not all. Some choose the bottle over their kid.”
Breakfast was awkward, as everyone stared at Justin praying he wouldn’t have another episode.

Chp. 9

Rehearsal went well, and Justin even smiled. He was trying to put what occurred him on a back burner, but the pot was filling and another attack was coming.

J.C. nudged Justin at lunch as he endured another stare fest, followed soon after with speech delays. His friend could barely say the word he was looking for. J.C. knew what Justin desired to say, and helped him sound it out, “Scared.” J.C. noticed Justin was still deep within the fantasy world, because he wasn’t able to make eye contact. “Justin, can you tell us what’s going on?”

Justin gradually comes back to them, in a dazed state of mind. “Where’s my dad?”

J.C. smiled, “At home with your mom.” He handed him his cell phone. “They’re both home. Why don’t you call them?”

Justin took the phone and dialed the familiar number franticly. “Mom? Dad?”

“Hey Honey, how are you?”

“I’m a little tired. I’ve been stressed over dad and have been blanking out.”

“Do you want us to come be with you?”

“I’ll be okay. Just put dad on please! I need to hear him!”

“Hey there, Justin.” He freezes. “Justin, are you there?”

The phone nearly fell from his hand, as he regained his composure, “Yeah Dad,” he stated slowly. “I……..miss you.” He sniffled, “I keep having these terrible visions of you in a drinking and driving collusion. There’s a bright light and I see you, and you scream. Then things go fuzzy. Dad, please for my sake don’t drink and drive.”

“Calm down, Justin. I haven’t been drinking and driving and I don’t…………”

Justin cut him off, “Dad, don’t say you won’t because this is a promise I’m not sure you can keep. The guys and I have been working on something special. Are you going to come out and see us?”

“We’ll have to see how things go. I’ll talk to you later, Justin.” He heard his son gasp. “I can’t stay on here all day with you. I’m sorry, Justin. Goodbye, and I love you.”

Justin’s father was concerned about Justin’s psychological problems, “Maybe, he needs medication.”

Lynn sighed, “What he needs is you to be there with him to get those notions out of his head.”

He pounded his fist into the table, “Fine, I’ll go see him.” He groaned, “Where exactly are they?”

“They’re in New York City, but will be heading to Orlando after tomorrow.”

He took the phone and dialed a number. He was able to book a flight. He hurried to his room and packed, and then headed out the door.

In the morning *NSYNC made a demo of “Take it From Here” at a local studio near the MTV Studios.

Justin was amazed at the amount of kids outside of “MTV’s Total Request”, at such an early time. There must have been two hundred already. Lines of fans with signs, posters, and snapshots of the guys at various photo shoots, were held by fans. A large cardboard cut out of the band’s self titled album was the backdrop. Some parts were hard to make out because fans blocked the view. He recognized one of their faces, or he thought he did, as he and the guys were coming out of the studio for a breather. He kept his head lowered to avoid being trampled by the fans, until security was surrounding them and he felt safe.

Blair gazed up at the Total Request Studio where *NSYNC would be later on. Her friend Mallory tapped her on the shoulder. “There he is walking out of that building, If he really knows you, there shouldn’t be a problem getting him to chit chat with us.”

“He’ll be attacked if we yell. I have a better idea.” She grabbed the sandy blonde teenager’s hand and casually they made their way to the other side of the street, while everyone else was infatuated with the dark brown haired man, with adoring eyes and friendly smile. Carson Daly was the second biggest celebrity next to *NSYNC.

“Hey Justin,” he turned recognizing the familiar face.

He put his index finger over his lips, and mouthed, “Shhh.” He motioned for them to come closer with one hand, as he continued to hold his index finger over his lips. They followed him into the building, where Justin could speak.

They went inside one of the recording rooms, “Don’t touch, okay?”

They both nodded, “The guys and I have been writing and recording for the new album, due some time next year.”

Mallory smiled, “Can we hear something?”

“I have to get the other guys approval first. They’re all out to lunch, except me. I decided to eat here. I ordered a pizza. I love pizza!”

Blair giggled, “You, and a zillion other teenagers.”

He laughed, “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend, that’s bugging out.”

“Oh, this is Mallory. She goes to school with me and Alley.”

Justin extends his hand, “Nice to meet you. Would you two like some pizza?” They nodded in unison. Justin gave each one a napkin and a soft drink. “I’ll be right back. I have to get something.” He stepped out of the room and headed down through the long hall.

He returned, “You guys okay?”

They smiled, “Yep, perfectly fine.”

Justin felt the young fans were up to no good, but couldn’t imagine what they may be up too. He introduced them to Lance, J.C., Joey and Chris. Then, he went to the couch to lie down, as they played one of the tracks for the girls. “We’ll see you two later at the show.”

“ ‘Take it From Here’ is the best song ever,” they squealed. “Thank you guys, so much!”

Justin blushed, “You’re welcome.”

That evening, he turned on the radio to clear his head. He hadn’t been thinking correctly all day. He held the steering wheel tightly. He adjusted the volume, as the deejay came over the music, “Next we have a new song by *NSYNC. This song may be on their upcoming record. We’re not confirming how we obtained this gem.” He stopped the car, reaching into the backseat for the alcohol and opened the window. He’d already consumed three beers and was having difficulty keeping his eyes on the road. He knew he should have called for a taxi, but instead rented out a car for his stay in Orlando, Florida. He threw the bottles as cars speed by, with blinding lights. He lowered his head to get more, turning a quick corner. His eyes widened as he saw a bright light…………….

Justin screamed, and J.C. rushed over to him. J.C. led him to a chair, hoping to get him out of his trance. “You need to come back to us, Justin.”

“His mom will be here soon,” Lance stated, “Maybe, she can bring him into our world again.”
Justin stared into space, with no movement. He fell into a sleep like state as if he were in shock. His friends brought him to his bed and laid him down. His breathing was labored.

J.C. sat on the bed with Justin as he slept. “Justin, can you open your eyes?”

Justin struggled to open his eyes, but only managed for a moment, before slipping into the other world. He wanted his friends to comfort him, but they had no idea what was going on in his head. He was relieved when he could see their faces. He sat up, attempting to speak, but Justin was to fear stricken.

His mother wrapped her arms around him, “Shhh……..I’m here now. Dad, will be coming soon, Justin.” His body trembled. He needed to be given something to bring down his heart rate. His body resembled a leaf falling from a tree.

She took out a small vile of liquid and poured it into a spoon, “One sip, Sweetheart.” He didn’t refuse the medication, and soon was asleep in his mother’s arms.

He was doing better in the morning as Chris entered to room, holding a phone to one ear as he glanced at Justin, “One of the copies of “Take it From Here” was taken from the studio yesterday and leaked to radio stations across the country.”

“Blair and Mallory,” Justin rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe I trusted them alone.”

He heard a knock at the door and went to see who it was. His eyes grew large as he saw the bandaged man in front of him, “Dad, you were in a car wreck weren’t you?”

His father sighed, “And I survived. I heard your song, and it made me realize some things. I had three beers and was going to have some more, until the deejay came on. Then, I threw them all away. The important thing is that I’m here, and I’m not drinking. I’m sorry, Justin. I didn’t listen to you!”