Britney stole the keys of some van and picked me up immediately. I waited outside for her. I couldn’t stand the smell of the room any longer. I couldn’t help but cry either. What happened?
Britney reaches out to touch me but I slink away into the back seat. I don’t wanna have anything to do with anyone. I’m fucking freaked.
“What happened, Wade? What’s going on?” She checks me out in the rearview mirror.
I’m rolled into a ball in the far corner of the van. I’ve managed to stop crying long enough to speak. “Where’s JC?”
“With Justin back at the hotel. Why?”
“What was two days ago?”
“Wednesday. Your birthday. What’s going on, Robson?” She speaks softly. It calms me.
“There was a chick in my room. I don’t know anything. I need JC.” I stare out the window until we reach her hotel. Deep breath, head inside, upstairs to JC.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the news. Justin’s lying on the bed, naked from the waist up, playing Game Boy. I marched in and couldn’t help myself. Justin screamed out and jumped off the bed. I couldn’t help it… JC was asking for it. I punched him, twice. One in the jaw, the other at this temple while he was on the ground. He kicked me away and got up off the ground. “Thanks. I needed that.” He pulled out a cigarette and lit it up quickly. He proceeded to push me, but I stepped back. “What’s your deal?”
I wanted to punch him again. “Explain the girl.”
“What girl?”
I could feel all eyes on me and JC. Britney was standing with Justin. Justin in the corner, scared like a sick dog. “The girl you left me as a birthday gift. I know it was you, that’s your style.”
He glared at me, “I didn’t do anything.”
“Bullshit! I wake up in some random room, with half a corpse and it’s two days after my birthday and I cannot remember a damn thing. You did do something!”
Britney talk: “Half a corpse?”
Never taking my eyes off JC, “Yep. Half her flesh was on her body but her eyes were gone and her arms and legs had no meat left on them. Her bones showed through the big bloody mess. Oh yeah, and on her thigh was ‘Happy Birthday.’”
JC scratched the back of his head. "Oh that. Yeah well I got bored.”
I could have killed him then and there. Fucking bastard. “Now tell me about the cuts.”
“Cuts?”
I lifted my shirt. A few of them had started bleeding again. JC wiped away a few droplets of blood and sucked on his finger. “You did those. However, the pain you’re feeling in your legs was due to Joey."
My breathing increased sharply. I was beyond pissed. “What the fuck happened?” He shrugged and sat back on the bed, returning to the news as if nothing mattered or happened. “Fucking answer me, Chasez!”
He ignored me. I attacked him. I swear I heard him laugh between kicks and punches. And then…
Black.
I wake up, probably a few hours or days later. I’m in another hotel room. Britney is standing over me with a wash cloth. I let out a cry of pain when I try to sit up.
“Lie down,” she’s dressed up. Cowgirl get up… she just finished a concert.
“Where the fuck am I?”
“Shhh.” One long finger pressed against my lips. She pointed next to me. It was JC. He was sleeping.
I reached out for Britney’s hands. My shoulders were killing me. I let out moans, trying to prevent the cries from leaking out. “Please tell me what happened and what’s going on.”
She licked her lips a few times before sitting on the side of the bed. “JC’s pissed at you.”
“Who hit me?”
“Justin.”
“Why?”
“Because you touched JC.”
“JC fucked me up.”
Britney kissed my forehead and got off the bed. She quickly left the room. Almost too quickly. I attempted to sit up again only to be pushed back down on the bed. JC’s elbow stabbed me in the ribs. He leaned harder on me, making sure to get between the ribs. “Naughty little Wade. Trying to use Britney for answers. I know what you did and I’m not going to let you get away with it.”
I inhaled sharply. He pushed harder. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play innocent, Robson. You know. You know everything that happened in that room. And I‘ll make sure you stay silent.”