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Justin sits upon the jagged rock. Waves crash against him. His feet ache from the icy water. Tears fall from his baby blue eyes. He tries to wipe them away to prevent his cheeks from turning red, but the wind already accomplished that.

Justin sighs, moving outward in the water to board the sailboat. He snatches fleece and puts it on, as the boat sails off.
He hums to the tune of sailing by Christopher Cross. A slight smile appears, but vanishes quickly. Justin finds a place to dock the sailboat, while he rests.

He closes his teary eyes, drifting off to sleep, waking with the sun beating down on his body.

An African American woman stands in front of the sailboat. Her long brown hair flows down the back of her neck, with a beautiful necklace, like the one he wears, with the god like creature.

His eyes quickly meet her soothing brown eyes, and warm facial expression. She bends down noticing the hurt on his face, asking if he is ok.
Justin quietly replies: I'm not sure. Something terrible happened, that can never be changed.
Justin bursts into tears. He didn't care if people stare. He knows that sailing away from his problems isn't going to solve them, but is afraid to go back.

The woman he loves dearly left him for someone else, and took his son away. "Christian, Daddy loves you!" he screams. "How dare she take my baby away, and cheat on me. How could I have been so blind?”
The woman grasps Justin's arm, lightly tugging it, getting him in a standing position, wrapping her caring arms around him, gently rocking Justin, as his head lay on her shoulder. "You'll get him back!”

“I know how it is. My husband walked out on me, and took my son, Tyler. Tyler didn't understand when his father asked if he wanted to be with him. Tyler didn't know it would be everyday, and would never see me again. I received a call from Tyler, and he wouldn't stop crying. It had to have been the most difficult thing in my life to deal with. His father is far from responsible. It almost cost my son's life. I'll never forgive him for taking Tyler, but now my baby's back.
Justin snaps, "That jerk neglecting a child! How can people do this crap? My heart is in pieces, because my little boy is some where out there. I just want to get away from it all, maybe just end all the pain!"


Justin rushes home, and goes inside. There's a message on the answering machine. It's Christian. Justin falls to his knees as he listens to his little boy’s heart broken voice.
Justin saves the message, replaying it, again, and again, just so he can hear Christian.


He waits by the phone day and night in hopes he'll call again. Two weeks later Christian calls! "Hi there Christian!"
"Daddy, I miss you! Mommies mean!"
"What'd she do to you, Baby?"
"She took away music toys. Said they mind her of you. I like them, Daddy. Mommy spanked me last I called!" Why?"
"Daddy she don't want you to peak on her."
"Oh you're playing hide and go seek."
"Yes Daddy! No peek!"
"The game should be over by now!"
"Not what Mommy says!
"Tell Daddy where you are?"
"J......." the phone goes dead.
Justin sits down at the piano and begins to play, like he never had played before, something so emotional, and then words start coming out of his mouth. He writes the lyrics down on a piece of paper, and practices the song with the melody.


"Cry"

Written and composed by Justin Randal Timberlake.

Innocent voice makes me want to go your way.
Daddy has been crying every day.
Remember when, I held you in my arms.
Swore, I would keep you from all harm.
Have Daddy's baby blues,
And those golden curls too,
A captivating smile,
That could go on for miles.
Can't help, but cry.
I'm questioning why,
Mom took you away?
In my heart you'll stay.
I can't help but cry,
This pain's killing me inside.

I can’t get by.
This won't be the last goodbye.
Daddy truly misses you.

And all that you do.
This is to remember me,
And to set your heart free."

Chp. 2

Justin records his song "Cry," and begins work on a video for the soon to be hit video and song.
In the black and white video Justin begins by sitting on his bed flipping the pages of a family scrapbook. Tears start to fall on the pictures. He closes his eyes, and visually you see what he sees. Numerous photographs appear on the screen, from holding his son after he was born, to his son's mainly milestones up until his first birthday.
Justin's eyes open. He walks down the dark hall to the piano, where candles glow, enough so he can play the piano. Christian’s picture with his father sits above the piano, near the numerous candles.
The melody it's self is powerful enough to make the strongest person cry. His heartache shows as he sings softly, holding back the tears. Justin carefully stands up blowing all but one candle out.
He speaks gently to his son, Christian,” I left but one candle for you. All these others aren't the ones that guide me. I've been lighting a candle every night lately, to help me through this storm. This candle represents you Christian, because you keep me going. I hope you know how much Daddy loves you."
Justin slowly walks away, leaving the one candle near his son's photograph. The last thing you see is the youngster with Justin, as the candle shines on their smiling faces!
Justin wins several awards for his video, and song. This brings short happiness. The truly rewarding thing he wishes for has not come, yet.
Justin sings himself to sleep, fighting the tears, desiring something he can't have. He dreams of the day he'll see his son again. He awakes as teardrops stream down his face. Justin's body trembles.
He's run down from the lack of sleep. His face almost matches the blanket that covers him. Justin's body makes him sleep, so he'll get better. When he's well he begins writing, but becomes depressed, easily.

Chp. 3

Justin looks forward to being the special guest at the Children’s Music Search. Kids from the age of three up to twelve are competing for the prize new music supplies, scholarship money for college, recording a track for a CD for World Children’s Day, benefiting Ronald Mc Donald House Charity, and many other organizations that tailor to kids and their family, presented by Mc Donald’s.
Justin walks out on stage, and gets a large applause from the adoring audience. "I hope ya'all enjoy the show today. I imagine many of these youngsters we'll be seeing in the future. I wish them all the best of success, and am looking forward to greeting all of them, and presenting one of them with the first place prize. I'll be out latter, to announce the winner!" Justin exits the stage.

He sits on a chair, clasping his hands together. Justin sighs, taking a few nice deep breaths in and out, reaching in his pocket, pulling out Christian's photo. He immediately slides it back in after the first contestant exits the stage.

His head hangs low, as he rubs his forehead. Justin sits quietly, trying to smile, as the children walk by. He poses for pictures and signs autographs, if the kids want one. Justin goes outside for a bit for fresh air. He closes his eyes.
He hears a young boy yell,” Daddy!" His eyes open peering around, wishing he could hear those words.
Most people know him as Justin. He misses being Daddy. Justin's the younger him, but Daddy is his older self. He still considers himself a father, and always will. He no longer cuts off those golden curls, because of the admiration of his son's. His blue eyes lack the glow that once showed. Tears dim them. Justin's cheeks and nose are constantly red from the crying. His lips are no longer strawberry red. They appear like snow, cold, wet, white, hardly ever opening to show the diamonds that so many have come to love. Clothing has gone from name brand, vibrant colors to articles from the Salvation Army, whatever he can find. His attire is plain, mostly earth tones or solely black.
He hears again, "Daddy!" That word causes extreme pain. He wishes he could erase that word, so he would be in less agony.
Justin has a tap on his arm. He turns his head to see who it is, most likely a fan, he assumes. He looks downward, and gasps.

He can't move, or barely breathe. "Christ-ian?"
"Daddy I missed you! What's wrong, Daddy?"
Justin snaps out of his trance, while his heart beats a mile a minute, tears form in his eyes. "I'm happy to see you. How's Mommy?" Justin hugs his son.
"Owe," he cries.
Justin stops confused, looking into Christian's eyes. He begins to pay closer attention to his son's face. The child's hair is cut short, barely leaving the curls noticeable. His face has little scratches all over it.
"Mommy hurts. My boo boo's from kitty!"
"Why does Mommy hurt?"
"Jakes fault."
"Do you have a kitty?"
"I don't have a kitty!"
"Where'd you find the kitty?"
"Don't know!?"
"Where's Mommy?"
"She went bye, bye, with Jake!"
"Who are you with?"
"Jake's uncle."
Justin tries to think fast. He has to get back into the building to announce the winner, soon. His hands are tied, because he doesn't want to let his son go out of his sight.
"Are you in the talent show?"
"Yeah! I played piano. I sang songs!"
Justin smiles at his son. "That's very good. Where's your uncle?"
"Don't know."
"Come on, Buddy. You can stay with Johnny, until Daddy can be with you."
"Okay. Don't 'eve me!"
"I won't I promise."

Justin walks with his son into the building. He hopes few people heard his conversation with his son. Family isn’t supposed to be in the contest. Justin didn't even see the performance, but it doesn't matter. He’s also not supposed to talk to the kids outside of the building, to protect himself, for being accused of things. Justin might have to leave, if someone tells on him.
Johnny takes good care of Christian, while Justin's greeting with the other kids, and posing for pictures. Johnny brings Christian out to be with the other contestants when they announce the winner.
Justin takes a deep breath in, and releases it as he comes into everyone's view. He clasps his hands praying his son won't yell out Daddy in his direction.
"Our grand prize winner is Alex Lindsey." The child stands up, and bows. The crowd applauded. Our second place winner is.........." There's a long pause.
People yell out in the audience,” Get on with it! How hard is it to say a name?"

Justin's heart is racing, as his son looks onward at him. "Christian T........"
One of the parents shouts, "We don't have all day! Announce the last name! These kids will be fifty before you get done!"
Justin takes a few deep breaths in and out, mouthing, "Timberlake!"
"What'd he say?" they scream!
Justin answers them, "Timberlake!"
Christian can tell his father is uncomfortable, and just sits there, quietly. Justin sighs. He wants to congratulate his son, but can't. Even worse Justin has to confess that this is his son. "Christian come here."
Christian toddles up to Justin. He gives his father a comforting hug.
"This young man is my son, Christian. I was surprised to see him, in the contest today. I had no idea my son would be in the contest, and am sorry we broke the rules of the contest. I don't know if you want to disqualify him. I hope you won't because I didn't vote on his performance or know about any of this."
"Daddy, don't worry! I wanted to do this for you. I saw picture on TV, and told uncle I want to do that. But, I play every day!"
The audience awes.
The judges let him be in it, though they had to pick another person for first place. Christian is more excited about being with his father, than anything else.
Justin walks out of the building holding Christian in his arms. "Christian, how come your Mommy let you come?"
"She didn't Daddy! Uncle doesn’t know your face. I tell him I want to play, so he brings me. He tells me that fine"
"I don't think your uncle's coming back!"
"Daddy I don't need him. I got you!"
"Yes, you do, Baby! Daddy's not going to let you out of my sight. Did you see Daddy's video for you?"
"Yay, I love seeing you!"


"Let's get you home." Justin brings Christian home. He shows Christian his room, still the way it was before he was taken away!” I need to get you a bed. You can sleep with Daddy, if you want tonight."
"I do!"
Justin takes off his son's shirt, carefully. He's horrified at what he sees. He has bruises all over his body. No wonder why the child cried when Justin hugged him earlier. He carefully dresses Christian, after his bath. His clothes still fit him from before. Justin lays Christian on the bed, watching him closely all night long.

Christian awakes the next morning, "Daddy, wakey up!"
Justin tries focusing, though he's drowsy,” What’s wrong Chris?"
"It’s morning!" He sticks his small hands around his father. "I love you!"
"I love you too! Let's get you some new clothes today!"
“Okay Daddy."
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Chp. 4

Justin buys Christian new clothes. He doesn't let the little boy out of his sight.
Days pass by, and he doesn't hear anything about Christian's uncle, nor from his mother.
Christian asks,” Why’d Mommy Leave?"
"I don't know, but Daddy's here."
"Will Mommy back?"
Justin doesn’t know how to answer the question. He has mixed feelings about his wife she took away his greatest joy, and then abandoned her child: allowing someone she hardly knows care for him. He's beyond confused.
Justin says tearfully, "I wish I knew!"
Christian hugs his father,” Don’t cry, Daddy!"

Two weeks later Justin receives a terrible phone call, regarding the Christian's mother. Justin falls to his knees, asking God, "How do you explain this to a child? He doesn't deserve this!"

Justin sits down with his son. "Daddy has to tell you something bad, about Mommy." Justin's hands shake, as he tries not to cry. "Mommy's can't see you the same way anymore."
"Why Daddy?"
"Mommy's in heaven. Jake hurt her too much, so God took her."
Christian doesn't fully understand his father. "I want to go there!"
"Heaven's a special place, but you're not ready to go there. Daddy needs you. We can talk to Mommy every night when we pray, if you want too."
Christian stares at Justin blanky, and hugs his father tightly. They both comfort each other, through their sorrow.
Justin gives Christian a photograph of their family before all this happened. It stays on Christian's night stand. Justin hears Christian praying to God, as he looks at their family picture.
"I miss Mommy. I hope you take care of her. Daddy's good to me. Daddy needs me. I love him. Thank you for Daddy!"
Justin smiles slightly, and wipes a tear from his eye. "Thank you, so much for giving me back my little boy. Please don't let him suffer over losing his mother. It's difficult for a child to have to deal with."
Justin enters Christian's room, kissing him on the cheek. Christian Kisses him back, giving him a hug.

Chp. 5

Three months pass by; Justin sits with his son in the doctor's office. Justin's there for an annual check up. The boy giggles at Justin being in a gown.
Justin lies down on the table, so the doctor can check him over. Justin's doctor is a female, and absolutely gorgeous.
She gently presses on his stomach. "Does this hurt?"
"It's tender," admits Justin. "I bumped it the other day."
She touches on the other side. She can tell it's painful to him. "I'm a bit concerned about your pains. Let's have you walk in a strait line for me." He's off balance a little. The more he concentrated the worse it got. "I want you to have some blood work done."
"Okay, then may I go?"
"Yep, after you have blood drawn. Just lie back down, and we'll take it." Justin does as she asks. "All done."
Justin gets dressed and brings Christian home.
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Chp, 5

Justin can't stop thinking about her.
"Daddy, you paying attention?"
"Yes!"
"Daddy's lyin"
"No Daddy's not lying!"
"Okay, we play!"
"What do you want to play?"
"Piano." Christian runs to the instrument, and sits down. "Play my song, Daddy!"
Justin sits down beside him, and shows him how to play the first measure. "This song has four beats per measure. You hold the key, and say one, two, three, and four."
"One, two, free, or," Christian says.
Justin grins, "Just keep practicing that, Buddy. I'm going to lie down on the couch."
Christian does as his father asks.
Justin listens to the toddler's musical attempts. The boy has skills Justin thinks. He's hitting the right keys, though the melodies off, it'll come in time.
Christian approaches his father, "Daddy take nap?"
"Sometimes, you want to take one with Daddy?"
"Yay!"
"Let's sleep on Daddy's bed, it's bigger!"
"It has water. Bed's squishy!" He giggles.
"Yes, it is." Justin lifts Christian up on to the bed. They lie beside each other, and chat, until Christian falls asleep.
Justin takes a short nap, and waits for his son to awake. He closes his eyes, because Christian likes to wake up his father."
"Daddy up!"
"I'm up!"
"No you down!" Christian gets on top of his father. Daddy sick!"
"No Buddy, I just got a boo boo."
Christian kisses his father's belly,” All better!"
Justin's asked to go back to his doctor, because of his test results. She suggests he has more tests done.
He doesn't want to be away from his son. She tells him the tests won't last long. He agrees to have them done.
Justin's Mom, Lynn Harless, cares for Christian, while Justin's having his scan. She brings him into see Justin, who's a bit sleepy.
"Daddy needs nap!"
"The doctor gave Daddy medicine that made him sleepy. That's why he's in the special bed. He can come home with us. We have to be quiet, though, because Daddy requires rest. Would you like to go on the bed with Daddy?"
"Peeeeeeeze!"
She lifts him up onto the bed. "There you go!"
"Thanks Grammy."
"Sure Sweetheart, give Daddy a kiss." The little boy as his Granny tells him.
Justin whispers, "Thanks Christian. I'm sorry we can't play today."
"It okay. Daddy you get better." He covers his father with the blanket, and rests his head on Justin's chest.
Justin's doctor finds the two adorable. She's impressed by their bond. He's better off with that little boy, and if he needs treatment that child will help get him through.
"Would you like to......"
Justin interrupts her,” Go on a date?"
"Sure, but that's not what I wanted to ask you."
"Sorry about that."
"It's okay. I wanted to know if you wanted to get ready to go home."
"Certainly, so Christian and I can make up on our lost time."
"You two can talk, but that's about it. I want you resting."
Justin groggily replies, "Alright."
His mom brings him home, and has him get in bed. She watches him fall asleep, and mumble, about things.
When Justin's more alert, he takes his doctor out on a date. Lindsey's a sweet lady, and the two get a long really well. She loves Christian.
Justin balances his time between the two. Aside from his mom their strength.
Lindsey's overjoyed Justin doesn't have anything seriously wrong with him, just something minor, that's treatable with medication.
The medicine resolves the problem, and his pain subsides. He must stay on it though, or it will come back.
Justin's surprised a year has now passed by. It is now February, and Christian's Birthday is coming up. Justin has big plans for his son's special day!

Chp. 6

Christian awakes on his forth Birthday, rushing into his father's room. "Daddy, Birthday today!"
Justin stares at him bleary eyed, yawning, "Happy Birthday Christian!" He quickly picks up his glasses off of his night stands, putting them on his face. Justin runs to the kitchen, where his son, now is.
"Daddy's out of breath!"
"Nah, I'm just not used to marathons at six in the morning! Will you hold up, Buddy, till Daddy gets the camcorder?"
"Yes Daddy!"
Justin grabs the cam, shoving the batteries in it. "Go ahead, Christian."
Christian opens his gifts, smiling, and having a great time. He makes it to the last one. "What's this?"
"A present!"
"Piano. I love this the most!"
"Look inside of the bench, Christian!"
He lifts it open. "What’s this?"
"Those are my first songs I learned how to play. I always loved music like you do. We're going to go see a concert tonight, with lots of instruments."
"Yay! I can't wait!" Christian plays on his piano all day long. This piano's missing something!"
"What is it missing?"
"I be right back!" He returns with the photo of him with his parents. He places it on top, like Justin has it." That's good!"
Justin grins, "You're too cute! We should get ready for the concert, I guess."
Justin dresses very slick, curls in full force, shaved baby face, white button down dress shirt, with tie, black pants, and a nice pair of dress up shoes.
Justin's son could be considered his mini me. He has Justin's look down to a "T". They'll be two of the best dressed at the show.
Christian is enjoying the show. He's well behaved for a four year old, very quiet around others like his father. The show goes to intermission, and returns.
"We have some special guests in the house tonight. Multi-talented, millionaire Justin Timberlake is here celebrating his son's birthday. Now you all may think Justin got in for free, but he didn't he paid the full price to get in. Justin, why don't you come up here with Christian?"
Justin walks up with his son. Christian looks at his father not sure what to think.
"Justin, would you two like to play with the band?"
"Please Daddy!"
"Alright, I'd be honored!"

We're going to start of with a special piece that we've never played before. Justin wrote this song, and produced it. It's dedicated to his son Christian. He would like to sing it, and play the melody on the piano, with our musicians."
Justin sits down at the piano bench, placing his hands gently on the keys. He sticks his foot on the petal below, and begins.

"Recall the first time you were in my arms,
Safe and warm,
Vowed to keep you from harm.

You're my pride and joy,
An amazing little boy.

I cherish every moment with you
The darkest days you get me through
With you're personality, that's pure and true.

You're my pride and joy,
An amazing little boy.”

Happy Birthday, Christian" Justin hugs his son, as a loud applause is heard, but Justin blocks out the sound preoccupied with seeing his son's reaction to the song. He takes a bow, and Christian follows.
"I won't be performing this song anymore. Those of you who had the opportunity to hear it I hope you enjoyed it. I wrote this song solo for my son, not to be a marketed item. I'm sure some critics will bash the content in the song, or how the melody was composed, but it doesn't matter, because this is for Christian."
The crowd applauds him.
Justin sits back down on the bench, and points for Christian to do the same. The instruments begin to play. Justin and Christian accompany them on the classical piece.
People are impressed that the four year old can play this well. The two get an outstanding ovation for their performance. Justin says,” Thank You, for letting me perform tonight. I know I'm not a classical musician, but I hope you enjoyed me and my son's rendition of this piece, and the non classical piece for my son. God bless and have a wonderful evening." Everyone cheers, as they take a quick final bow, and exit the stage, heading back to the audience.
They manage to get out before the press gets to them, something Justin doesn't want to deal with. It's all over the news the next day, but nobody has an audio of the performance. Jive Records wants him to record the song, but Justin refuses despite the demand for the song. They eventually give up on trying because Justin makes it clear that this wasn't written to make money, but to show his child how much he loves him.

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Chp. 7

“Christian, what are these?"
"Drawins Daddy! You don't like?"
"I love your drawings, and all the creative stuff you do. Who's in your drawings?"
"Mommy and Jake."
"That's what I was afraid of. It's okay to draw these pictures. It helps you heal."
"Jake's bad. I miss Mommy!"
"I know you do. I miss her too! Maybe we should go visit her?"
"We go to heaven, Daddy?"
"No Buddy, remember the cemetery, that's where Mommy is? How about you give her some flowers?"
"Okay, when we go?"
"Later today. I promise. Daddy has to talk to someone before we go. I'm waiting for her call."

Justin speaks to Lindsey on the phone.
"Justin I'm concerned about your health. I'm sorry the medication makes you drowsy. You seem over all tired. You should have another scan done. You should have one at least every six months."
"I really don't want to be away from my son."
"Justin, I know you love him, but you two need to be separated at times. You should seriously think about enrolling him in preschool. In another year he'll be school aged, then what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I'm not ready for that, yet. I'll tell him that I need to have the scan, again."
"He can be in the room with you, until they're ready to take you to the room, if you want him to be."
"I think it'd be to frightening for a child. I don't want him to witness that. It's scary enough for me. I really need to be going. I promised Christian I'd take him to spend some time with his mom. He's giving me the puppy dog face."
"Are you going to have that test done?"
"Yes, whenever I can fit it in. I'm sorry we haven't gotten to hang out much. I really enjoy or time together."
"I had fun too! Hopefully we can go on another date, soon. Bye, Justin."
"Bye, Lindsey."
Christian makes a mad dash for Justin's car.
Justin can barely keep up with him. Being a single parent isn't easy. Lots of things are on his mind as he drives down the narrow dirt roads. He knows he has to promote a new album, soon, and wants to take Christian along, but isn't sure if it'd work out. He thinks about his illness, and having the scan done. Justin glances back at Christian, who brings light to all situations; as long as Justin has him by his side he can get through anything. He enjoys the rest of the ride.
Justin bends down with the flowers in his hands. He places one of them near the grave. Christian does the same following his father's cues. He allows the boy to spend as much time as he wants there with his mother. Christian feels a bit better after spending time with his mom.

Chp. 8

Justin tries avoiding scheduling his test, though he knows he should have it done.
Lindsey comes over to spend time with him, and Christian. She persuades him to have the test done, and talks over the test with Christian.
Christian cries,” Daddy you hurt. Daddy go to heaven!"
Justin reassures Christian that he's going to be around for a long time, and that his illness is under control. "I just have to have a check up, and see if anything has changed. Granny will take care of you until I'm awake."
"Okay, Daddy!"

Justin cries, "Ow that hurts! Do you have to touch that area again?"
Justin's doctor says, "I'm afraid so. We need to check over your stomach. I'm sorry you couldn't take your medication today, so you feel worse. We'll get you back on medication, after you awake."
Justin sighs,” I’ll get over the pain, what's more depressing is being away from my son. I love to play with him, but I can't do that here."
"You'll see him later, I promise. You're going to have a slight pinch in your arm."
"It wasn't that bad."
"Alright Justin, just try to relax, and let the medicine start working. It's perfectly normal to be sleepy."
The medicine works fairly quickly. He's ready to go for his scan, now that he's sedated.
Justin awakes groggy in the recovery room. The first thing he asks is, "Where's Christian!?"
The nurse tells him, "They'll be in shortly. You need to rest."
Justin smiles tiredly at his son, and his mom, as his nurse gives him a pain killer through his IV.
Christian rests with his father, until Justin's asleep. His grandmother explains,” Daddy has an ouchie, and can't be bumped in his tummy. He has a bandage, similar to a bandage you get when you have a cut."
"Why Daddy Sleepy?"
"Daddy's sleepy from his test and the pain medicine. He'll be less tired soon."
"Why he have mask?"
"For him to breathe a little bit better."
Justin awakes much later on. You can barely see his baby blue eyes. He likes hearing Christian's voice. He senses his mom is there, also.
The next day Justin's more alert, and is able to go home. He sits in a wheelchair, with his son, as he's wheeled out to his mom's car. She assists him into the car.
Justin rests over the next few days, and regains some strength.

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Chp. 9

Justin lies on the couch as Christian plays the piano. He's still recovering from a week ago. Lindsey's been with him, when she has work off.
Christian's developing a bond with her. He's not used to having a motherly figure, and enjoys it. His father likes it, as well.
Justin plans on dating her more, when he feels better. He must limit his activity for the time being.
He invites Lindsey to come see a basketball game with him, and his son Christian. She accepts the offer.
"Daddy the game's over!"
"That was a good game!"
Lindsey winks, "Yeah, it was a very good game. How about I get you ice cream, Christian?"
He peers into his father's eyes, "That ok. Daddy?"
"Sure, but don't forget to thank her."
"What flavor do you like?"
"Natural Vanilla"
"That's what your Dad likes."
"Daddy's like me!"
"Yep, but older. I think he's in love."
"I'm in love with Daddy!"
"Your love is good. Daddy's love is for a girl."
"Ew, Daddy's into girls!"
"Afraid so. I'm a girl."
"Yer not little. Yer like a Mommy or Grammy."
"We're just big girls. You'll like girls one day!"
Justin and Lindsey laugh.
"Girls icky. Ice creams here!" He forgets all about girls being icky, as he eats his frozen favorite.
It's getting late and Christian's getting tired. He falls asleep in his father's caring arms. Justin rests with him in the back of his car, as Lindsey drives. This way Justin's able to take his medication on time.
She enters his home, and helps him get the young child into his bed.
The two proceed to Justin's room, as Justin's medicine kicks in. She kisses him goodnight.
He whispers,” Goodbye, I love you", sleepily.
Lindsey knows their relationship is getting serious, but how far will it go, she doesn't know.

Chp. 10

It's now Valentine's Day. Lindsey takes Justin for a ride. Christian comes along, keeping his eyes on the falling snow flakes.
They chat about various things, as Lindsey drives.

Justin can't take his eyes off her, “Simply one of the most beautiful women. Her light brown hair's slightly curly, flowing down the back of her neck. Her eyes match my tender blue eyes.”
Justin grins resting his head on the furniture behind him, recalling that he's still sick. No driving for at least another three weeks, until he is healed.
Christian yells from the back, "Daddy!"
Justin turns his head to see what's wrong, "What's the matter Christian?"
"Puppy!"
"Where?"
He points to a puppy hidden in the snow. It blends in, almost perfectly, aside from the spots.
Lindsey stops the car, allowing Justin to get out. He approaches the dog hesitantly. The dog comes up to him.

It licks his hand.
Justin remembers his first dog experience much like this, though his dog was far smaller. "You're cute!"
Christian yells, "My puppy!"
Justin looks for tags, but finds no identification. "I guess, but you have to take good care of him."
"I will, Daddy."
"What will you name him?"
Christian blurts, "Dasher."
Justin sticks Dasher in the back, where the puppy can dry off.
Christian keeps his eyes on the dog the whole rest of the ride. Justin explains to him how to care for his new pup.” It’s a big responsibility.”

"Responsility, can do."
Justin giggles. "He's too cute!"
Lindsey glances at Justin, "He certainly is. This will be good for him. This way you can rest, a bit more."
"Rest hardly, that pup will be tracking mud in and out. Not to mention having accidents. I hope this is the right thing to do."
"Daddy don't worry!"
"I'm trying not too."
Justin's impressed in his son attempts to prove that he can care for the dog, well. The day is coming to a close. The youngster watched Dash, sleepily from his bed.
Justin and Lindsey listen, while chatting a few rooms down. Justin acts groggy from his medication. She lies beside him, comforting him. She knows it'll ware off, in about ten to fifteen minutes, but until then he's a totally different person. She gives him a slight kiss on the lips. He tells her he loves her. She covers him with his sheets.
Christian walks into the room sleepy -eyed. "I had nightmare."
Lindsey holds him in her arms. "It'll be ok. It's just a bad dream. Where's Dash?"
"Sleeping. I want Daddy."
"I know you do, but Daddy's sleepy from his medication. He'll be more awake soon."
"Daddy's always going to sleep, why?"
"Daddy has an illness, and his treatment makes him tired. Luckily it's only at night. How about you come here on the bed?"
"Okay, Mommy."
She glances at the boy puzzled, not sure what to say. She's barely even Justin's girlfriend, and this young child is calling her Mommy. She places him back in his bed, after he has fallen asleep.
She walks out of the room, rubbing her stomach. She goes back to Justin, who is just awakening from his slumber. "What the matter?"
"Your son just called me Mommy."
"Oh, if you want I'll ask him not to call you that."
"No, that's alright. I just don't want him to get his hopes up."
"I understand." Justin stumbles to his feet, and gives her a kiss. "Happy Valentine's Day!"
She kisses him back, tightly grasping his waist, so he won't fall.
They some how end up on the bed. Christian is surprised to see Lindsey's still here in the morning.
The two give one another odd looks, before vanishing from one another's sight.
Lindsey and Justin can't stop thinking of that night. Lindsey feels perhaps worse than Justin, she did something very stupid.
"It's getting too serious Justin!"
"I didn't mean for that to happen. I love you, and things went too far."
"Justin, when you first asked to go out with me I didn't know it'd lead into this. When we went on our first date I was......" She pauses for a moment, and resumes, “Dating someone else.”
"Stop, just stop! I thought we had something special, but I guess you just wanted to use me." He turns his head away, tears falling from his eyes. "I guess I'll never find true love, go away."
"Justin, please listen to me!"
"Why? You got my hopes up. I loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you. Now, I feel betrayed."
"It was wrong of me to keep this a secret from you." She walks out of the house.
A month later, he receives a phone call. "Hello?"
"Hi Justin, I need to tell you something."
"Don't get me started. It's over."
"Justin, I'm pregnant."
"Congrads to you, and whoever he is!"
"You don't understand, Justin, you're the father!"
"I'm the father?"
"Justin, are you still there?"

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Chp. 11

The thought of her coming back never occurred to him. He has been blocking her from his mind. He hasn’t said her name since she left. He sighs heavily not knowing how to react. He doesn't even remember that night, one of the most important nights of his life. He keeps his composure, incase Christian walks in the room, but wants nothing more than to cry. He doesn't want anything to do with her, but this is his unborn child, flesh and blood. Not knowing this child would be utterly depressing. He's already lost valuable time with Christian, due to unfortunate circumstances; he's not looking to repeat that fate. "I'm here. I'm listening, though I'm very hurt!"
"Justin, I'm sorry for the pain I caused you! We don't have to be a couple. I'm just happy you want to be a part of this child's life!"
“Justin, don't be getting over worked your illness will be worse."
Justin rubs his temple, then his abdomen. He's hurting emotionally and physically.
"I'm going to let you go before something happens."
Christian screams, "Daddy!"
Justin points to the phone.
The boy picks it up. "Grammy!?"
"What's up Christian?

“This isn't Grammy!” The troubled toddler cries, "Daddy sick."
He rushes to his father's room, and grabs the cell phone. He presses number one. He yells, "Grammy!"
"What's wrong Baby?"
"Daddy had one of his episodes! He needs you!"
"I'll be right over. I'm proud of you for telling us."
He goes back to the other phone. "Sorry hada get Daddy help!"
"Christian can Daddy talk?"
He points. “He hurt his boo boo. “
"Is Daddy lying down?"
"He's sleepy, like after he takes sleepy stuff."
"Buddy, you got to keep Daddy awake. It's probably extreme pain that's causing him sleepiness, but I don't know."
"Granny's here! Bye, Buh!"
Lyn hugs her grandson, consoling him. "Are you alright, Darling?"
"Is Daddy going to Heaven, like Mommy? He has lots of ouches?"
"No Baby, he'll go to the hospital, where they'll make him feel better. The EMT's will take good care of him, until he gets there."
The boy clenches onto his grandmother's waist, and barriers hiss head in her pink blouse.

"Shhh...Baby everything's going to be okay!"
Lynn brings the youngster to the hospital, and sits with him in a chair. She rocks him back and forth, soothing him.
Justin opens his eyes, and motions for Christian to come be with him. Lynn gently places Christian on Justin's bed next to him. All Justin's vital signs are at normal rate, when the boy is there. Justin's barely awake but acknowledges he's there.

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Chp. 12

Justin lay propped up on a pillow. Justin groggily asks, "May I go to the cafeteria too?"

His mom whispers, "Just, I don't think you’re ready for getting up. Christian and I can bring some back."

Justin gives her his million dollar smile, "Please."

His nurse walks in, "You can go if you sit in the wheelchair. You're too groggy to be walking around!" Justin nods his head. They help him into the wheelchair. Justin rests his head on the soft padding.
"Are you alright, Justin?"
"Yeah Mom, I'm just sleepy."
They proceed to the cafeteria. Lynn buys Christian his favorite dish spaghetti and meatballs. Justin's not really up to eating, more so sleeping.
"Daddy, I saw Jake!"
"Where is Jake, Buddy?"
"Jake was outside."
"When?"
"Today. He scares me!"
"Why didn't you tell Granny?"
"I told Uncle J.C. He made Jake go bye, bye, bye! Uncle J.C. said he won't let him hurt me."
"I haven't seen J.C. Where'd he go, Buddy?"
"J.C. came for you!"
Lynn smiles, "Sweetheart J.C. stopped by when you were sleeping. He didn't want to awake you. He'll be back tomorrow. I didn't want you to worry about this. You need to rest."
"Mom, he's my baby, and Jake doesn't dare get near him! If he did anything to him, you don't want to even know what I'd do to him!"
"I know you would, Justin!"
"Daddy's Superman!" Lynn and Justin laugh.
Lynn tells Christian, "Let's get Daddy back to his room. He requires rest."
"I push Daddy!?"
"Darling, you can't see over Daddy's head. How about if Daddy agrees you sit with him?"

Justin says it's ok, and Christian goes up with him. They return back to the room.
Justin lay on the bed, with his son beside him, who is coloring in coloring book. The youngster stops, and moves up towards his father's chest. He hugs him carefully. "Is this okay, Daddy?"
"Yep, just don't touch my tummy."
"Daddy I love you. Dasher misses you"
"I miss Dash, too!" Justin sticks his hands through the boy's golden curls. Justin's eyes close. “Christian's back and that's all that matters.”

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Chp. 13

It's now late March. Justin hasn't spoken to Lindsey since that unfortunate day in mid March. He sits on the couch with Christian, as they watch a show about birth.
The boy turns to his father. "Daddy you have baby!"
Justin glances at him confused. "Only women have babies, Christian."
"Lindsey says you have baby!"
"When did she say that?"
"The day you were sick."
Justin doesn't recall hardly anything from that day. "I'll have to call her, and asks what's this all about, Buddy. You play with Dash, while I call her on my cell phone."
"Don’t calls, then you be sick!"
"It'll be alright, I promise."
Justin calls her up.
"Justin, why haven't you contacted me? I thought you had changed your mind."
"I was sick, and had an episode. Not that you deserve me to call you, after you cheated on me."
"I'm sorry Justin. I hope you're feeling better."
"I'm a bit sore, but I think I'll be ok, now. Christian tells me you told him I'm having a baby. What's this about?"
She laughs, "I'm having a baby. Don't you remember I told you, and you're the father.”?
"I don't remember. How do I break the news to Christian?"
"He already knows, sort of. I'll talk to him, if you want me too."
"No, that's ok. Should I go to your house or stay here, to help with the pregnancy?"
"You stay home with Christian. I won't bother you much."
Justin sits down with his son, and explains what's going on.
Christian's excited about the new baby.
Over time, Justin seems to have forgotten about the betrayal, and begins falling in love with Lindsey, all over again. He makes a room for her, and the baby.
It is time for Christian to go to preschool, Justin cries more than the young boy. Preschool allows Justin to spend some quality time with Lindsey, and their unborn child. He's eagerly excited when he picks up his son from school.
The months have passed, so quickly, for all of them. Christmas is in the air, not to mention love.

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Chp. 14

Justin bends down on knee, just a half hour before the Christmas show will take place. Christian sits near by, in a pew.
"I know it's early, but I wanted to give you this. I never imagined I'd be asking you this, after that has happened. My love for you is so strong. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and that unborn child, inside of you. Will you marry me?"
"Yes, I will! I've made mistakes but finding you, have changed my perspective of life. I still regret what I did to you. You're never unfaithful, to anyone. You're pure like gold, but far more valuable, in my eyes. Heaven did this world justice sending you. Many people now have better lives, because of you."
Justin wipes a tear from his eye. "What do you think about this Christian?"
The boy grins, "She's my Mommy!"
'Not quite yet. We have to get married first."
"Then I have two Mommies’."
"Yep, and a Daddy, and a new sibling."
They count their blessings by saying a special prayer, at the Christmas Mass.
"Preschool, Daddy?"
"Not today, Buddy. "We're going to the hospital."
"Yay, Baby's coming"
"Yep."
Christian helps get his soon to be mom in the car. They speed off to the hospital. Justin's mom watches Christian, as Justin stays with Lindsey.
Justin walks out of the delivery room, smiling.
"How's she doing, Justin?"
"She's a bit tired, but over all fine. The babies are doing great!"
"Did you say babies?"
"Yeah, I did!"
"Twins?"
"We have a boy, and girl."
"That's two, Daddy!"
"That's right, Buddy!"
"When can we see them?"
"Now." Justin leads them to the room, where Lindsey holds the two infants.
She smiles, "This is Joshua Michael Timberlake, and his sister Laura Lindsey Timberlake."
Christian giggles, "Hi Joshua and Laura. I'm big bro. I'll take good care of you."
Christian's a great big brother to his younger brother, and sister. He hardly ever acts jealous, of them. He rushes to the crib, everyday after preschool, or where ever Lindsey may be with them.
Justin takes Christian out on the road, during holiday breaks, but tries not to affect his son's schooling schedule. Justin feels being away from his family is not the right thing to do, until his babies are a bit older. He doesn't want them to be in the public eye. He wants them to see how life treated him growing up. He won't even go back to California.
He only has two homes now. His childhood home where he grew up and his home with his new family, where they'll grow up in Tennessee. There's only one car, no mottorcycles left Justin wants his childeren to grow up the way he did. He used to love all this fancy stuff, but feels that his family is more important.
Justin sits on his pourch, with his son Christian, who's now five, and his two babies, six months. His wife sits down beside them. They skim through a photo album of the past two years.
"That's all folks."
Justin laughs, "Our story isn't complete, yet, Christian."
"But, you had love, wedding, and babies!"
"There's a whole lot more to it. There's going to be the little one's Birthdays, and you driving a car some day, and falling in love!"
"Girls are still icky! I only like Dasher. That's all folks!"
Justin laughs, "It's far from over, trust me."

Broken Road chps 1- 5 up added picture

The trailer Chp.1 Mission Impossible

The guests are long gone, well not all. The sound of distant, marching footsteps, send a chill through his thin structure.
His blue eyes are large with suspense, as the steps grow heavier, louder, through the darken pit.

A sigh escapes the young man’s trembling lips, for he does not know his best option to be left here to peacefully live his life or to go with Oliver. It would be hardly tranquil to live in fear, whenever the patter of feet neared, and groans, grumbles and many coarse words would be said.

The night is a mistake, and if he found a way out, he would be entirely grateful.
Oliver’s gruff voice shatters any hope of release. He talks in bitter tone, with an Italian accent.

Justin meekly stands knowing his place. The smell of wine fills his nostrils, and he gasps for air, as the aroma suffocates him. Unable to catch a good breath, Oliver grabs him harshly dragging him deeper into this underground wine making factory.
A bottle lies on the ground beside his feet, as Justin falls to the ground. Bringing the container behind him Justin breathes in and out, releasing a soft moan.
“Stop that,” Oliver shouts turning in Justin’s direction.

“Oliver Sir,” Justin yelps, “I….I…..I. think I had too much to drink…..”

Oliver studies him, “What ye trying to pull? You are a common boy and are not allowed liquor.”

“I got some,” Justin slurs. “Teller the banker gave it to me, and invited me to thee gathering. I think he likes me Sir.”

Grunting Oliver responds, “Teller likes no one! Ye are lying. Ye got into this party and were not welcomed and so you are here!”

Justin pleads, “Believe me fine Sir.” He gets to his knees, as Oliver brings his face up to his, and brings his right hand forward brutally with his weapon hitting Oliver hard in the face.

Quickly, he bolts to his feet and through the darkness to get out of present danger.

Out of breath, he slumps in a dark corner fearful that Oliver will come after him.

He can hear his pulse racing. Slowly, he closes his eyes. Sleep fills his worn body, as he staggers to his feet.

Up the stairs, he climbs carefully looking back into the pit of darkness, every once in awhile, as he sees a man coming towards him.

“Teller,” he rasps softly.

Teller glances at him, wrapping his cloak around himself. “You should not be here.”

Justin nods, “Going home,” he states, making his way past the last steps and out into the moonlight. He’s free at least for now.

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Chp 2Dog Pound

The orphanage is full of boys with no manners who do not like to mind the person in charge.

Slipping in from the broken window, thirteen year old Justin gasps for air. His clothes are dirty, but not much dirtier than the other boys.

“What have you brought us?” the oldest Josh asks him roughly.

“I…I…I… did not get much accomplished,” Justin admits sadly, as he slumps into his corner. “Mr. Teller was at the party and he had his eye on me again. I talked to him, but didn’t saying anything bout us. He said I was special and…..” he trails off as Josh wraps his arms around him.

“Reaching into Justin’s torn pocket he smiles, “Brilliant at least you got chocolates.”

“No I think they are old men with no brains,” Josh replies coldly. “You were not made to ramble about useless thinks. You are our cute boy, and can get us things.”
Reaching for an old blanket Justin covers himself, before speaking, “I’ll try better. Maybe, I’ll find a home.”

Josh rolls his eyes, ‘Boys our age don’t get homes. We stay here until about sixteen if that.”

“Then what?” Justin whispers.

Josh grumbles, “I can’t believe you would ask kid. I like you so I will spare you the harsh realities. This place can be like a dog pound with the way these pups come and go. You know how a dog pound works; if they ain’t got an owner they are as good as gone.”

Closing his drooping eyelids, Justin sighs helplessly. Tomorrow he would come up with a plan to get out of there.

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White Flag

The sound of Oliver’s chilling voice sends Justin in a panic of frenzy. He hops to his feet and grasps onto the sponge to appear like he has done his nightly chores. His blue eyes fix on the doorknob, as it twists and turns.

“Surrender now boy,” he states firmly. “Admit you were at that party, and things will be better for you.”

Looking up with his sponge in his hand Justin gives a questioning glance, shrugging his shoulders. “Sir, I’ve been doing cleaning all night.”

“I saw you,” the older man yells, causing the other boys to take notice. “You hit me with a bottle.”

“You must be mistaken,” Josh says breaking the tension in the room. “He was here with us mopping around like us boys do.”

“It is no mistake, and those that cover for him will be punished as well,” he laughs. “You children do not what you are getting into. Put up your white flag and surrender while you still have the chance.”

Moving his arms around his frame Justin mummers, “I’m cold,” as he begins to stare at the woman who is supposed to care for him… His body shivers, as she comes to his aide. Weakly, he smiles, “I think I’m sick.”

“Sick in the head,” Oliver screams, and grabs Justin’s arms. “You’ll be coming with me, and we’ll see how sick you really are.”

“You are taking this boy nowhere today,” the woman insists. “I will have the doctor come and look him over. We just lost one boy. I will not have him contaminating the others. This city needs workers.”

The room of her choice is ghastly quiet, and Justin could feel sadness and despair of those that had been in their long before. His head rests on an old sheet, as he takes a peak around the empty room.,/p>

Darkness is all around him, as he awaits the doctor. Shutting his eyes at the noise of the door wiggling and clinking, he tells himself to take careful breaths in and out pretending to wake or be in a daze when the doctor enters the room.

He moans at the touch of the doctors hands on his sore stomach, but allows the doctor to do his job.
Moving to a sitting position, he drinks the liquid syrup coughing at the awful taste. Yawning, he places his head back on the sheet, and pretends to drift to sleep.
He can hear them discussing his health, though their voices are getting fainter to him.

Waking in the room, he makes his body sit. Remembering the morning he knows why he is in this space, being drugged. He attempts standing, but quickly grasps the side of the bed, as dizziness consumes him.
There would be no way of getting treasures tonight, with the condition he is in. His blue eyes fall upon the lit candle beside his bed. A grin comes to his worn face, but soon fades when Oliver yells through the door for him to wake.
Blinking his eyes, he looks in Oliver’s direction. Then clutches his throat as if in dire pain, “Sir”, he says, “I’m sorry I’m sick.”

“You are a faker,” Oliver warns, “and will pay for your lies and deceit.”

“He is sick Oliver,” the woman of the orphanage informs him. “I would suggest you leave him be. The doc is not certain what the boy has. He has been sleeping since the doctor arrived. The doctor gave him something to make him sleep. Why would a boy want to go through with all that! I know these boys they are wild and seek adventure. This one is getting none of that.”

“He is a rotten kid,” Oliver mouths leaving her to tend to Justin’s sleepy form.

Justin watches, as she pours the medicine not sure, if he can fight more sleepiness. It tastes as nasty as before, as he swallows hard.

Leaning on his side, he feels nauseated from not eating and drinking that drug. Opening his mouth, he prepares himself for what is to come. Vomiting on the sheets, he groans, unsure if she will clean the mess.

“I am going to call the doctor.” She exits the room, as his body gives into the meds.

In the morning, his body is well rested. He turns his body in the direction of the candle saying a little prayer.
Voices fill his head and he wonders what is going on, as he stumbles to his feet. Josh is leaving…………….. Oliver has him on charges. This leaves him pondering whether to surrender to possibly save Josh, or to go on with the plan he had originally had in store.

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Teller Chp. 3

His daughter is dead and his grandson is in a trap like a caged animal. Teller puts forth the money to receive his bond.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” the woman at the desk asks.

“I most certainly do,” Teller replies. “I have business to get done.”

Leaving the bank pleased with his transaction, he heads down the narrow streets in search of his grandson.
Entering the orphanage all eyes are on him. He is one of the richest men in Paris, and every one is at his feet ready to satisfy him.
Nobody would do him right this day the boy he is searching for left the orphanage, and is nowhere in sight. He walks out slightly crumpling the paper, returning to his lavish homestead.

Quietly, Justin sits outside of where the party was held nights earlier. His head shifts to the side knowing darkness is not far away. Removing the candle from his thin jacket, he grasps a match he has stolen from the sick room, and lights it. Waiting for everyone to leave, he finds his way inside through a broken window.
Carrying the light he cautiously heads toward the staircase, backing into a space when the sound of footsteps comes close. “Oliver,” he gulps.

He manages to find his way to Josh’s chamber. He gasps at the smell. Instinct tells him where to lead Josh through a narrow passageway to safety, as they come to a light source.

Ducking underneath a table like structure as they see Oliver causes their hearts to skip several beats.

Justin coughs, and Oliver grows angry, “Who is here?”
The boys remain silent, while Oliver searches the perimeter; Justin and Josh discover a way out.

Sneezing Justin rubs his cold nose. “I’ll be okay,” he whispers.
Josh nods, “Let’s get out of here, before Oliver comes looking for me.”

Sitting on a park bench, Josh reaches for the newspaper left there by someone else. “You ever read the paper?”

“Not me,” Justin admits. “I never learned to read. I just manage with my looks.”
“Well, I would teach ya, but we do not have the time right now. If we could get some money we could ride the train on out of here.”

“What’s the train like?” Justin asks.

“It is fast, noisy and there are a lot of people aboard. I rode it only a few times to get here,” Josh trails off.

In Justin’s blue eyes, he sees the innocence and fear of uncertainty. The youngster respects Josh, for he is family to Justin.

Placing the newspaper over Justin’s head, he smiles at the man in front of him. “Brisk day,” he says appearing chipper.

“You don’t come here often,” the man, replies, as he adjusts his hat. “Who is that boy?”

“He is a younger brother. It is all quite tragic. This kid does not get out much. The shirt factory would not keep him. He is a runt. Nobody wants him, but to pinch his cheeks.”

“What are you to do with him?” he questions, rubbing his beard.

“We have relatives overseas. They could use him on their farm.”

Justin pushes the newspaper from his face, “I’m tired.”

“I know,” Josh responds.

Digging deep into his pockets the man pulls out a business card. “Get a hold of this man. He will save you money, and get the boy off your hands.”

Josh pats Justin’s head, “Of course,” he says. “You would not happen to know where to get a bite to eat?”

The man points to a small café’; “They have fair deals, and decent meals.

“Him,” Josh explains, “Go to him,” and Justin does as he asks.

Hesitant he approaches the table, “Sir, I don’t mean to bother you but…” Justin freezes as the man looks up from his menu. It’s Teller.

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Chp. 4 Easy Does It

“Justin,” Teller smiles warmly. “What in heavens are you doing here?”

“I’m looking for food,’ he explains. “I have not been eating well.”

“Why is that lad?”

Justin swallows hard, “They do not feed us well at that place, so we sneak out in search of food and adventure.” His blue eyes gaze in Josh’s direction.

“Who is with you Justin?” He waves his hand in front of Justin, but he makes no motion for several minutes, “Justin.”

“No one,” Justin utters. “I better be going.”

“You stay,” Teller insists. “We need to chat. If nobody is here with you it makes this easier.”

Sniffling, Justin sits in a chair nervously, “Will this hurt?”

“Not at all,” but Justin’s eyes grow wide as Oliver comes into his visual range, and bolts from the chair. Teller chases after him.

Hiding behind a large tree, Justin rubs his eyes. He blinks wiping at the tears. Too tired to get up, he crawls to a tree with a whole cut in it, and climbs inside for shelter and heat.

Teller observes from a distance, grabbing Justin once he is asleep.

Josh shutters at the images running through his head, and follows Teller to his home to save Justin.

The room is heated, and dust and clutter free, as Justin wakes from his slumber. Slowly, he attempts to move, but is overcome with exhaustion.

His eyes focus on the pictures mounted on the walls. Instantly, Justin recognizes the man in the pictures, and attempts to speak, but finds the process difficult. His throat is too sore from screaming, when he awoke the first time.

Teller comes forth in the room and sits beside Justin’s bed. “When you are well I would like to discuss an important matter with you. You need your rest Justin.”

There are no windows or cracks for Justin to escape out of, not that Justin is up for that sort of behavior.

He allows Teller’s personal assistant to aide him, and listens to Teller’s nightly stories about going to baseball games in New York City.

Teller inquires, “Justin what is wrong?”

Justin breathes heavily not sure, if he can talk with his throat irritated. His eyes fill with tears, “Ssssssss,” he starts to say, as the pain increases. Miming he points to the wall, “outside,” he mouths.

Teller pats Justin’s hand, “It will get better with time.”

Water trickles over Justin’s curls. He cannot remember the last bath he had, or realize how dirty his body could have been.Sluggish from medications he leans against Teller for support, as the water flattens his curls.

Teller laughs, “I have not washed a kid in a long time. People think I am bitter and cold, but I am not. I could be though. I lost my daughter shortly after the birth of my grandson.”

Justin looks into his eyes sorrowful, “Sorry,” he manages.

“It is not your fault Justin. I need you to know something…...” Teller is cut off as the doorbell rings.

Going to the door, he shrugs his shoulders, “May I help you?”
The police officer grunts, “This kid was sneaking around. What do you want to do with him? He claims you have his friend in there.”

Meanwhile, a warm towel covers Justin, and a pair of new pajamas is at his disposal. He runs his fingers along the cotton fabric intrigued with the material.

Plopping onto the hardwood floor, he gathers a baseball in his hands. He brings the ball to his face wondering what the ball has written on it, as Teller calls his name.

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New Beginnings on a Broken Road Chp. 5

Salience fills the living room as everyone exchanges odd glances. “Justin,” Teller remarks, “Do you know who this is?”

Standing fearful, Justin in a drowse gestures with a slight movement of his head that he has an association with Josh.

,p>“Justin,” Josh articulates, “Why are you staying here? I have been trying to find a way in the last week. Do you realize what you are getting into?”

,p>“I do,” Justin explains. “He is a nice man, and wants to help me. He can help you too.” His voice cracks getting closer to Josh, “I missed you.”

“The police are not going to allow me to stay Justin. I’m sorry. Usually I have a lot to say, but not this time round.”

Wrapping his arms around Josh’s body Justin pleads softly, “Please stay,” as he sobs into his pal’s shirt.

Teller pulls Justin’s from Josh’s embrace. “I will se what I can do to get your friend put on lesser charges. It is time for you to sleep.”

“No,” Justin cries reaching out his hands for Josh to give him reassurance.

“Keep him awhile longer,” the policeman grumbles. “I want to go home soon, and two out of control boys will not get me there...”

Crumbling into Josh’s body, Justin lets the tears flow.

Josh massages Justin’s back, until Justin’s motionless in his arms. “He is so innocent in this all… What will you do with him?”

“Josh, Justin does not know this yet, but I am his grandfather. I want to get him an education and teach him about the world.”

Gently, Josh carries Justin toward the bedroom, as he follows Mr. Teller.

His eyes widen amazed that Mr. Teller is truly interested in what is best for Justin. Placing Justin on the bed. He feels Justin resisting his departure. Knowing that speaking to him would arouse Justin and make the situation worse, he simply covers him with the blankets, waiting for his buddy to settle.

“Thank you,” he whispers to Teller out of earshot for Justin. “He is going to be crazy when he wakes. That kid has some lungs,” he laughs.

Teller chuckles, “He is so much like his mother. I need to get through to him.”

“That will not be easy,” Josh states. “He has a mind of his own.”

"I will not let my grandson suffer the fate of his mother,” Teller gets out hotly.

Josh nods, “I would not expect you too.”