Still not on tour and I’m running up the walls. I’m sick of this city already. I’m sick of seeing the same people day in and day out. Britney is always over, Justin is always with her. I spend most of my time in the basement shooting up and popping pills. Nothing matters. I killed my Laura, JC hates me but I continue to love him. No, I will not let myself become another Justin. One is enough.nextI’m constantly thinking of my dream. I got over the fact JC never came to see me. I just can’t get his girlfriend out of my head. I pick up the phone to call anyone that’ll listen, but I listen in on Justin’s conversation. Sounds like Wade.
“He doesn’t love you.”
“He doesn’t love you either. Stop calling, Justin.”
“I’ve only called once.”
“That’s still one too many.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Why? You already did that for me.”
“Asshole.”
Justin is about to say something, but I butt in. “I know about Gennie.”
Justin starts cursing and Wade lets out a soft laugh. Justin. “Chris! Get off the phone!”
Wade. “Hold up. Justin you get off the phone, Chris… talk to me. What do you know about her?”
I hear Justin’s phone click. He actually listened… “I know that she’s not dead.”
“Really?” I can hear another male’s voice in the background. JC probably.
“Yes. She’s in his basement. Tied up, starving.”
Wade laughs again before handing the phone over to JC, “Chris. Gennie is not in my house. She’s in Texas with her parents.”
“That’s bullshit JC!”
“I told you! She’s in Utah with her grandparents!”
“And I say bullshit!”
JC grew silent before repeatedly slamming the phone on a counter. I pulled the phone away from my ear and listened from far away of the slams of the phone. He screamed a few curses into the phone before handing the phone back to Wade. Wade sat in silence for a few minutes as I still heard JC screaming and ranting in the background. “Gennie is not dead, Chris.”
Click.
I sat in the middle of the basement floor staring at the phone in my hand. A few seconds later, Justin came running down the stairs. “Why did you pick up that phone?”
“I had to make a call.”
“No! No! This is my phone!” He pulled it away from me. Britney came down and sat on the stairs. Watching, listening. “My phone!” Justin instantly starts crying. “Fucking die already!” And with that, he turned and marched back up the stairs.
Britney moved down a step. “Justin hates you.”