Chapter 15 Justin got up from his spot next to Lance on the couch and started to walk away. "Where are you going?" "Away." "Don't be smart, you know I have to keep an eye on you all the times, now where are you going?" "Jesus Christ Lance! Don't you think that a 20 year-old man can go to the washroom by himself, without the help of his friend?!" "Hey! It wasn't me who we found half dead lying on the bathroom floor ok? I don't want to risk it Justin!" "Go screw yourself." he mumbled and walked to of the room. Lance sighed, it was wrong of him to have brought that up, and he knew it. He got up and followed Justin to the downstairs bathroom. Once Justin had closed the door, he waited out side. He didn't really have that much to worry about because Justin's depression medication and the aspirin were all upstairs in a locked cabinet so when it was time for him to take his meds. whoever was staying with him, would have to unlock it, and get it out for him. They knew that they might have gone a little overboard, but they couldn't risk loosing Justin. Justin sighed and rested himself against the sink. Lord only knows how many times a day he prayed and prayed for the front door to open and for Brittni to come walking in, and for him to take her in his arms and love her like he once was able to. He didn't want to look in the mirror, he didn't want to see what a mess he had become. He wanted to be normal again, he wanted Brittni back in his life, and his child. Knowing that he was going to be a father cheered him up to no end, but then came the dreading thought of that he might not ever be able to see his child, and that his baby would grow up never know who his or her father was. He reached down and picked up the Teen People that Brittni was on the cover of. He opened it to the page that her interview was on. Looking over the pictures of her, and that ones where it was the two of them together, he felt the remaining pieces of his broken heart shatter all over again. His favorite one was of the two of them together, with him having his arms around her waist from behind, she was looking at the camera with a big smile on her face, and he was staring down at her neck, his right hand lifted up, fixing a few stray strands of hair hanging in her face. He once again wiped his eyes and closed the book. He must have at least one copy of that issue in every room of the house, and on each of them, the pages are worn from him looking at them so often. Suddenly the door knocked. "Hey, you've been in there for awhile, you ok?" Lance asked. "I'm fine." "Ok, well, you gonna come out of there anytime soon?" "Give me a minute." "Alright." He threw the magazine down on the side of the sink, and grabbed a couple tissues from the box sitting on the counter. Unlocking the door, he opened it, and Lance look at him. "You good?" "Yeah, would you like for me to go back in and you can wipe my ass for me too?" "Shut up Justin, i'm only looking out for you." "Yeah whatever." They walked back into the living room and Lance took his spot on the couch and Justin was just about to, when the doorbell rang. "Is it time for my watcher to be switched already?" Justin asked. Lance looked at his watch. "Not yet it shouldn't be." He got up and started towards the door when Justin pushed him back down. "I think I can answer the door of my own house without my little shadow following me." "Be my guest." Justin rolled his eyes at Lance and turned back into the hallway towards the door. He quickly wiped his face and opened it and his heart skipped a beat. "B..babygirl?!"