Chris was in the hospital for three days and the doctors tried to force him into, I swear, the Betty Ford clinic. He said he would but we know he won’t. First time I’ve ever see him somewhat… normal. Been awhile since he was like that.nextFirst step he made on the tour bus sealed his fate. He walked into the back, pulled out his “treasure” box and shot up. We watched him. All of us. Even JC… kinda. He was shooting up himself and tried to rip the needle out of Chris’ arm when he was taking too long.
I thought Justin was about to cry like he always does. But he just sat there. “Joey cried for you, Chris.”
Fucking twerp. Chris looked up at me, “You care?” The drugs seemed to be taking their sweet time in his system.
“I was crying because I stubbed my toe. It hurt.” I hate Justin.
Chris pretty much believed me and he would have completely if Justin hadn’t said anything. “Don’t lie. You told me yourself. You care about all of us.”
I let out a weak laugh. JC stared at me while he removed the rubber band from his arm. The look he gave me… I couldn’t believe it. JC was actually passing judgment on me. Hypocrite. He could have… would have laughed right then and there. I sneered at him. Never taking my eyes off him, “Jesus Justin. I fuck you once and you think I love the world.”
“Joe, I didn’t --”
“Justin, I can’t stand you and your fucking faggot ass. The only good thing about you is the fact you bring Britney to us. And even she is getting old.” JC shook his head. I couldn’t tell if he was supporting me, or going for Justin’s innocence.
Justin was confused. I was waiting for him to start crying but he just walked towards Chris. “You’re going to fuck up your arm again. Let me do it.” He shot another load into Chris. He instantly passed out on the couch. Justin stood up, gave me a look of disgust before heading up front.
JC filled another syringe with more morphine and placed it on the table where Chris could find it when he woke up. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs. “I don’t care if you care for us. I don’t care if you care for me. Just don’t deny yourself of it.”
“Are you a fucking prophet now?”
He rolled his eyes, “I care only about myself. I can’t care for others and I don’t want to. But don’t ever talk to Justin like that again. Let him spit out words of bullshit mainly because Chris isn’t going to remember a thing, I don’t care what is said or done, and Lance is never awake to take notice.”
I couldn’t believe him. Asshole. “I don’t need you telling me how to think.”
“Then stop caring what I think of you.”
“I don’t care.”
“Then why wouldn’t you let Justin say what he had to say? So what if it was a lie or if it really was the truth.” He stood up and walked past me.
“I don’t care.”
“Then grow up and act like it.” I. Hate. Him.