Las Vegas. Mandalay Bay. It’s been almost two months since that night with JC on the bus. Forced myself to forget that night, sadly, it hasn’t happened yet. But since JC has been out of the picture, that leaves me with Britney. And our little dilemma. I’ve locked Britney and myself in one of the bathrooms at the venue. She’s throwing up while I’m pacing back and forth. “Get rid of it.”
“It’s not that easy, Wade.” Ohh… nasty tone. Yummy.
“It’s not mine.”
“Yes it is.”
“Bullshit. Could be Joey’s, JC, Lance… Shit, you fuck everyone.”
“I got tested. I’m almost three months. It’s yours.”
“Get rid of it.” I don’t believe her. I walk out and head towards the stage. I pace back and forth on the stage as the stage hands start getting ready for the night’s concert placing chairs neatly in long rows on the main floor, and the lights are being tested above me, beside me and in front of me. Another five hours before the concert even starts and I can already feel the fans lining up, meeting up, buying glossies, the usual fan shit that they do.
I have a cramp in the lower left side of my back. I can’t breath. Shit, she’s pregnant. Britney fucking Spears is going to me a mother and am I the father? Hold up… she’s almost three months. She’s been with JC the whole time. I tasted her a few times, she sucked me, but I never stuck her. I haven’t touched her since the night she told me she was pregnant. That baby is JC’s. It’s has to be.
I storm towards the bathroom where I left Britney, she’s gone. Head towards the dressing rooms. Her door is slightly ajar. She’s sitting on her vanity talking on her phone. “I don’t know. He just stormed off in a rage. I think he’s out on the stage.” She walks around the room a bit, playing with a few of the show’s costumes. “Listen, he knows that it’s not his. He wants me to get rid of it.” She sits back down, but in a chair with her back towards me. “Yeah I know I’m not really pregnant, JC, but that’s not my fault. You were the one that was supposed to knock me up and you failed. You can’t fucking blame this, all this shit, on me. Just deal with the fact that your girlfriend is dead and move on.”
I walk into the room and lean against the door frame. She spins in her chair, spots me and freezes. A master at lies, she never falters in her speech with JC. “Yeah, I’ll do my best. I’ve already thrown up to convince him and I think it might have worked. But I will make him believe that I’m having his child.” Pause. “Yep, I love you too. G’night.” Britney hangs up the phone and smiles at me. “Wade, Wade, Wade. Now you know.”
I step towards her and clear my throat, slamming the door behind me. “Britney, Britney, Britney. You have a lot of explaining to do. So I think right now would be the perfect time to start.”
She hesitates a bit before moving around the room and sitting in her original spot on the vanity. “In a nutshell, JC feared that you were a) either getting too close or b) you were starting to stray. So he got this idea of getting me pregnant and saying that it was yours, knowing that you would never leave a child fatherless. You would stick with me, which means JC would be close as well.” Throwing her hands up in the air and laughing lightly, “There you go. That’s what’s been going on.”
For some reason, I believed her however she never spills a lie that fast. Something else was going on. Wait, did she say “I love you, too” to him? What is going on? My head spinning, I walked up to her letting her legs straddle my hips. I kissed her chin, nose, forehead and finally her mouth. I sighed against her lips. “Britney, that’s where you’re wrong. If I ever had a child with you, I would do exactly what JC did to Tony. And then I’d go after you and rip out your insides for even allowing yourself to conceive, you little fucking cunt.” She stared at me with fear that I haven’t seen in so long.
I’ve been off track for such a long time. Wade’s back, baby and he’s not falling for no one’s bullshit now. “You have a sound check. You’re ass better be on that stage in an hour.”