JC ran through the whole hotel searching and seeking for his lost love. I should have gotten great joy out of watching him run around like a headless chicken, but I felt rather heartbroken.
She really was gone and forever too. Never to return and I knew that. JC didn’t. I listened to her breathe her last breath. She really was dead. I don’t know what caused me to see Britney as her and honestly, what made me telling JC she was back.
So here I am now. Leaning against the wall as JC ran from door to door waking everyone up. Joey’s the first to come out of his room. Justin and Chris. Lance even. JC is standing at the end of the hall, all eyes watching him.
“I know she’s here. Where is she?”
Joey shrugs and returns to his room. Lance disappears just as fast as he came out. Chris and Justin both swallowed hard. JC walked up to them, “Where is she Justin? You’ve seen her.”
Justin shakes his head in protest. Chris is about to speak when Britney came around the corner. She’s in a pair of jeans, an oversized shirt and my hat. Fuck… I must have forgotten it in her room.
JC takes one look at Britney, runs and pulls the hat off her head. Without even thinking, I ran off towards the elevators. I punch the close door button several times to close the door but the blasted thing had the speed of every fucking sloth in the world. JC ran after me and slipped through the doors just as the fucking thing closed. He quickly grabbed my neck and slammed me against the wall, “You fucking bastard.”
I can’t even get the nerve to tell him the truth. I stand there, pushed against the wall. He kicked, punched… everything he could possibly do to me to make me feel his pain.
My body gave up and I tumbled to the floor, he still kept kicking me. I can’t stop crying to make matters worse. Not from pain though… the kicks didn’t hurt really. Just hard enough to make deep, dark, purple bruises. I was crying from pleasure. Having him beat the shit out of me was a release of pressure and stress.
Pleasure out of seeing him hurt, even though I felt a tad bit sorry for lying.
JC stopped a few minutes later. He sniffed which caused me to look up at him. He was crying… almost as bad as me. I sat up and smiled at him, “I’ve always wondered what would happen if I lied to you.”
“Where the fuck is she, Robson?”
“Back home in L.A.”
JC kicked the side of my mouth. I tasted blood… I bit my tongue. “Liar.” He stepped off the elevator and back to the room. His room. I had to find my own place to stay tonight.