Chapter 1

"You stupid bitch!" She screamed as the chair he threw came crashing down, but she ducked out of the way as it hit the floor and broke the leg of it, missing her by an inch.

He bent down and picked up the leg that had broken off the chair, and raised it above his head, about to hit her with it and knock her out unconscious, but he paused as she looked at him with the saddest eyes he's ever seen and begged him to not hurt her.

"Please, Justin, don't hit me." She had tears in her eyes now, and was shaking at the fear of upcoming pain.

Justin now felt bad now that he had hurt her--just like all the other times he had--and dropped the leg to the floor, and his forehead creased, thinking about it. He stepped forward to hug her, and she instinctively pulled back, frightened by his every move. He didn't care though, and wrapped his arms around her trembling body. "Britney, I'm sorry. I won't ever do that again."

Yeah, Britney thought, he says that everytime.

******

Now she could hear the hard beats of the 'N Sync concert--that she was NOT at and would be punished by Justin, but she couldn't be at it. She couldn't let anyone see her tears, her scars, her hurt-- vibrate the room she was in. Britney's hand went to her blue sleeve, as she pulled it up, and gasped at the tremendous red mark that would take weeks to disappear. Ever since Justin had asked her out--and she COULDN'T say no--he had abused her. He always called her a slut. Said she was worthless. The words hurt more than the physical abuse, Britney realized.

Britney was pulled away from her thoughts as the door creaked, and opened, hitting the wall hard which made her jump. Justin. His eyes were angry and he was frowning hard. He looked pissed off enough to kill her. To kill her.

"Why weren't you there?" He shouted at her, never letting his intense eyes leave her scared ones, as he slammed the door shut, making her jump again.

"I couldn't come, Justin. I--I'm sorry." She whimpered.

"You're not sorry. Don't lie to me." He threatened.

And then his foot shot forward, kicking her hard in the shin, making her fall to the ground. She clutched her knees tight to her chest, frightened. He kept on kicking her in the stomach. She was crying now, scared and hurt. Justin didn't stop.

"You're so worthless, Britney! I give you everything, and you can't even show up at one of my fucking concerts!" His foot aimed at her head, kicking it hard once, then back at her stomach. Britney could swear she was going to have permanent scars left all over her body in the morning. She would have to cover them up somehow, so no one would have to think anything of them.

Everyone thought Justin was perfect. He was so nice to all his fans, and they all hated her. Because she was dating him. Justin. The heartthrob, perfect, sweet, nice, adorable boyband member everyone loved. In public, he would always put on this innocent Christian act. And he always told her if she told anyone that he hurt her like this, he would kill her. Kill her. So she kept it to herself, hiding the scars and bruises and tears. 'I am so in love with Justin. We are so happy.' was what she always said. But she wasn't. She hated him. Justin was so fake, and underneath his money and charm, there was a hurt little boy that was abused as a child, and that's why he hurt her. When 'N Sync's album Celebrity came out, and only sold 1.8 million, not even close to their last album No Strings Attached, which sold 2.4 million, Justin was pissed off. He released his anger on her all the time, even if it had nothing to do with her. He was nothing like everyone thought he was. And that put her into so much depression, all she could do was think about the next time she would see him, and if next time, she would be dead.

"Justin, get out here!" Chris's voice. Probably to criticize Justin for leaving so early and not talking to the fans.

With one last kick to Britney's thigh, he shot her an angry look and viciously barked. "I'll be back." And he left, leaving Britney on the floor, with tears in her eyes and scars aching all over her body. Crying. Hurting. Worried.

Chapter 2

"Justin, let's go." JC frowned at him, still shoving things into his bag.

"I'll be there in a minute, Josh. I just need to talk to Brit." Justin told him, fixing his eyes on Britney and slinging his backpack over his shoulder

JC shrugged and walked to the bus where Lance, Joey, and Chris were, waiting for him and Justin.

"Britney." Justin stepped forward to face her, and placed his hand on her shoulder, pulling her in for a hug. "Lance, JC, Joey, Chris and I are going to be gone for a week, so I won't see you for awhile. You'd better not cheat on me. You be good. Or...then, well, you know what will happen, right?" He pushed himself away from her, and looked her square in the eye.

Britney nodded briefly. Uncomfortable with Justin's glaring, she turned her head away, and stared at the pavement.

She knew what he was going to do. He was going on tour, and during that time he'll probably find some girl backstage and have sex with her. Hypocrite, really.

"Do you understand?" He asked her, his eyes still concentrated on her.

"Yeah." She did understand. Really. She would never cheat on him, even if she wanted to, because the consequences were way too frightening.

"I'll see you later, Brit. Have a good time at the Grammy's. Sorry I can't be there."

"It's okay, Justin. Bye." Britney mumbled.

He spun around, and walked towards his bandmates, who were standing there waiting impatiently.

Britney glanced at them, stepping into the tourbus, and then she walked over to Fe, who lead her into the building, where she took a seat beside Fe and her brother, Bryan.

*****

"Nominees for Artist Of The Year are 'N Sync, Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, and Willaford." Jacob Underwood read, looking at the piece of paper Dan was holding.

Britney cringed. If 'N Sync lost against her, she would be beaten. Please don't let me win, she prayed.

Ashley grabbed the piece of paper from Dan and read aloud. "And the winner is...Britney Spears!"

Britney gulped loudly, as Bryan gave her a big hug and smiled widely. She made her way to O-Town, who all had big smiles on their faces, as Erik handed her the award.

She took the award from Erik's hands, and took the microphone weakly in her hands as O-Town left the stage. "Everyone who voted for me, without you people, I wouldn't be accepting this award. Thank you."

Applauds rang through the room, as she smiled, and hurried off stage. She ran into her changing room and started crying. She had never won over 'N Sync before. And now that she did, Justin would never forgive her, because unlike the other times, this was her fault.

Britney wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks with her arm, but couldn't stop crying.

Knock-knock. Someone was at the door.

"What?" Britney screamed, trying not to sound upset.

"Britney? It's Christina. I need to use your bathroom, I don't have a changing room."

Wiping a tear from her cheek, and trying to hold back the rest of her tears, she sputtered out. "Come in."

The door opened, and Christina stepped in. "Thanks, Brit." She said without looking at Britney weeping on the bed. She went into the bathroom, and came out a minute later, and stopped in her tracks as she saw Britney crying.

"Brit? What's wrong?" Christina frowned, and knelt down beside Britney, looking deep into her eyes.

Britney didn't speak. She couldn't. She just cried. Christina pulled her arm around Britney, and pulled her close to her.

"Tell me what's wrong, Brit. I know we hardly ever see each other anymore, and I know we're not as close as we used to be, but I really hate to see you upset." Christina sighed deeply.

Britney gulped loudly, and looked up at Christina, who was looking into her eyes.

"I won." Was all Britney could manage to say.

"Isn't that good?" Christina asked her, confused.

Christina looked down, and noticed a huge bruise on Britney's leg. She gasped. "What's that?"

Britney glanced at what Christina was looking at, and felt more tears streaming down her face.

"Justin did that."

Christina swallowed hard, and her mouth gaped open. "How did he do that?"

"He beat me."

Christina couldn't believe it. Justin was a genuinely nice guy. There was no way he would ever beat a girl. "Justin beat you? Brit, that's impossible. Justin would never do that."

"No, Chrissy. He did beat me. He's been beating me ever since we started dating. And since I won, next time I see him, he will seriously murder me. Whatever I did before that triggered the beating wasn't my fault. This actually is." Britney shut her eyes tight. "I'm scared, Chrissy. I really am. I always lose to him. I can't win...I did...I--." Britney burst into tears, and buried her head into Christina's shoulder.

Christina's hands wrapped around Britney, holding her against her tightly.

Ring Ring. Britney's cell phone rang. She reached into her purse and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Britney." A whiny, male voice, with such an angry tone in it, that made Britney cringe, scared.

"Justin."

"I'm not there with you, Brit. But I can promise you, next time I see you, bitch, you are dead." He threatened her.

"Please don't, Justin. I'm sorry."

"You'll be sorry you were ever born when I'm through with you." He barked angrily, and hung up the phone.

Britney dropped the phone, and exploded into tears again. "He said next time he sees me, I'm dead."

Christina hugged Britney tight, worried for her. "Stay with me, Britney. I'll make sure he can't get to you."

Britney looked up, and Christina's face was all just a blur because of all her tears. "Really?"

Christina nodded. "I have a whole week off. Britney, I promise, I won't let him hurt you again."

Chapter 3

A week later....

Britney sighed as she sat down behind the speaker, watching Christina on stage from it. The audience was cheering so loudly it hurt her ears, and the speaker right beside her was just making it worse, making her head pound from the volume.

"Britney, someone here to see you." A voice from behind her, making Britney spin around in her chair. It was Christina's publicist.

Thank God, Britney breathed out a sigh of relief, as Christina's publicist lead her backstage, pushing past crowds of screaming fans.

"Oh my God! It's Britney Spears!" A 12 year old girl shrieked, pouncing on Britney, nearly knocking her over. Her nails dug into Britney's skin hard.

Britney stumbled back, with frightened eyes as the girl kept screaming. "Get her off of me! Please!" Britney begged.

A security guard rushed over to Britney, pulling the girl off of her, exposing Britney to the other million screaming teenyboppers, who all looked at her with excited eyes, as two jumped on her, causing two other bodyguards to come to her rescue.

"BRITNEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!" One shrieked right into her ear, making her feel like her eardrum was just about to explode.

Britney tried to push the kid off of her, as two other security guards pulled the others off. A few other security guards rushed to her, threatening to arrest everyone if they didn't leave her alone.

A terrified Britney walked past them with security guard accompaniment, making her way to the publicist.

Scratching her head, she followed Christina's publicist outside the venue, to see Justin. Grinning slyly at her, until the publicist left them alone together, and he frowned at her, anger burning up in his dark eyes.

"Britney, where the fuck were you? Man, I've been searching everywhere for you." He took a step forward to her, causing her to take a step backward, against the wall.

He looked so frightening in the dark, his eyes red and bloodshot, the dim light of the lamp brightening up his face, making the shape of his face stand out. Just like a psycho serial killer you see in horror movies. Except, this wasn't a movie. This was real.

And she had no idea what he was going to do to her. She couldn't scream for help. No one would hear her. And if they did, they'd just think she was crazy. Because Justin--the Justin Timberlake--would never hurt anyone. Nevermind psychically. No one thought he would. What if he tried to kill her?

She didn't reply, so he just stared at her for a moment. Making it seem like he was frightening her more, on purpose, building up suspense. Just like in a horror movie.

"Do you think I forgot about what you did, Brit?" He asked her, his adam's apple moving rhythmically as he swallowed hard.

She shook her head, looking up to him with big frightening eyes. She had hoped that he would. But deep down, she always knew he couldn't. He wouldn't. He just didn't want to, until he got his revenge.

"Don't look at me that way. I ain't forgetting just because you're looking at me with puppy dog eyes." He smirked at her, and moved forward, leaning his hand against the brick wall beside her.

She turned and stared at his hand, noticing a blood stain on his wrist. And cuts. Slits in his wrist. "What's that?"

He glanced at his hand, then jerked it to his side as he realized what she had seen. "None of your business."

"You cut yourself?"

"This isn't about me. And maybe, I do. Just because I got fucking pissed that a bitch like you can win over me. If something like you can win over me, then hell, I must really suck ass. Don't you think?" He snapped at her.

"No. I won over alot of--."

"And they all suck. Now stop trying to change the subject." He threatened, balling his cut hand into a fist and forcing it into her ribs, making her gasp in pain, and stumble onto the pavement.

"Britney, I hate you. I'm the one that helped you, I let you tour with us back in the day, and now you think you're better than us, and you win. You win! You're a stuck up bitch, do you know that?"

"I don't think I'm bette--". Her frightened voice, got cut off my Justin again.

"Shut up. Just shut up. Don't stall time." He kicked her in the back, making her shut her eyes, trying to lessen the overpowering pain shooting through her body.

"Justin, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" A voice. Familiar voice. Justin's shot his head towards it, and backed away from Britney when he saw Christina there.

"Nothing." He forced his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth, smiling at Christina with an innocent grin on his face. He didn't look like a psycho serial killer when he looked innocent, that was for sure.

"Don't hurt her. Ever again." Christina narrowed her eyes at him, making his smile weaker, as he turned uncomfortable.

"I wasn't. What? Are you crazy? I would never do that." He lied, swallowing hard again.

"Yeah. Just get out of here before I call the cops and get your ass arrested and charged." Christina shot back at him. He shot Britney a dirty look, and headed away to from them, to his car.

"Brit, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Christina asked, rushing to help her up, then hugging her trembling body tightly.

"No, I'm not." Her voice cracked halfway through the sentence, and she felt her knees give away, but Christina was there to hold her up.

Christina still had on her make-up and red-tipped hair from the show, and could feel tears washing away the make-up on her face. Britney was shaking and scared for her life, holding Christina tightly, like she never wanted to let go. Even if she had to.

"Don't let him hurt me again. Please." Britney closed her eyes tight, holding onto Christina for dear life, quivering in her arms.

Chapter 4

"Now I'm being stalked by Justin fucking Timberlake."

Christina looked up at Britney, as Britney sighed and pulled her closer to her body.

She was refering to how Justin kept calling her, threating to hurt her. And the last three times Christina had to pick up the phone, telling Justin off, and he would simply tell her he was calling because he had missed her and Britney.

And the last few days were nothing but phone calls from Justin, who kept threating her with violence, telling her the longer she put it off the more he was going to hurt her. The more he wanted revenge. The more violence he was going to use.

And now Justin was so pissed off at her he had started cutting himself, the razor he used for his face was now covered in blood. And his bandmates wondered why. They didn't say anything though. Simply watched him suspiciously as he excused himself to go to the other room to make a phone call.

Justin didn't suspect they knew. He didn't even think of them as he shouted threating things into his phone and hanging up, then calling again a minute later. But they suspected something. They suspected something when he went into the bathroom, and came out a minute later, rolling his sleeves down as he closed the door. Trying to cover the slits in his wrist. Dabbing the blood with his sleeve as he sat down, not even realizing them watching him. He was too self absorbed with Christina and Britney to even notice.

But they knew. And they'd whisper things to each other as he closed the bathroom door, worried about him. They were worried about him.

"Maybe Britney is hurting him." Lance suggestively whispered, his eyes not leaving the bathroom door.

Chris frowned at that. "I always suspected that. They're always going to another room to talk alone. And he'd come out angry. Or maybe that's scared. Maybe he's scared that she will kill him."

JC and Joey nodded at that, agreeing with them. They believed it. They actually believed it.

"I think we should talk to him." Joey said, right as the door opened and Justin stepped out, rolling down his sleeves as he whistled some tune and closed the door.

Justin stopped whistling as he made his way to the couch, and stared at them, their eyes all on him. "What's wrong, guys?" He asked them, confused.

"We need to talk." Chris locked his eyes with Justin's and they stared at each other for a minute until JC broke in.

"Is Britney hurting you? Does she abuse you?"

Chris' eyes left Justin's as Justin smirked, then burst into laughter at that. "What?! She's a girl. She can't do that!"

Joey sighed and put his arm on Justin's shoulder, staring into his eyes. "You can tell us. It's okay."

Justin broke into more laughter, and then stopping and looking at JC, Chris, Joey, and Lance, who were staring at them with worried expressions on their faces. They were actually serious. They thought she could hurt him.

And he was an asshole.

He grinned, then bit down on his lip trying to force his smile down so they wouldn't know he was lying. "Yeah. She hurts me."

Joey pulled Justin in close for a hug. "It's okay. We won't let her hurt you again. We'll keep that bitch away."

Lance patted Justin on the back beneath Joey's arms. "We're here for you."

"Excuse me, I have to make a phone call." Justin pulled away from Joey and Lance and left them as he went into the other room, and dialed a number on JC's phone.

"Hello?" A female voice answered the phone.

"Christina. Let me talk to Brit."

Christina handed Britney the phone, and pressed her ear to it, still listening. "What?" Britney asked nervously.

"I'm going to kill you. And it's not going to be my fault." He grinned and slammed down the phone.

Chapter 5

"He's a fucking psycho." Christina whimpered, closing her eyes tight as Britney hung up the phone, wondering what he was going to do.

Meanwhile, Justin was grinning widely, and couldn't stop when he went back into the room where Lance, JC, Chris and Joey were sitting there. All four pairs of eyes stared at him as he walked back in, and he forced his mouth into a straight line so it wouldn't look like he was happy about something which they would obviously ask about.

"I'm going over to talk to Britney." Joey grabbed his arm, like he was Justin's big brother and he was trying to protect him.

"We'll come with you." Joey stared at him.

"Nah, that's okay. Christina's there, she'll make sure she won't hurt me. I'm going to break it off with her. You guys are so right."

JC raised his eyebrow at Justin. "Are you sure you'll be okay?"

Justin smiled at JC. "I'll be fine."

Before anyone else could answer, Justin had ripped his arm away from Joey's grasp and was out of the door, on his way to see her.

The rain was pouring down hard on the windshield of his car, and it took awhile to get there, mainly the traffic caused by the weather.

When Justin got their and knocked on the door, and Christina answered it, a scared expression on her face. "What do you want?"

Justin smiled, still unaware that Christina knew what was going on. "I need to talk to Britney."

"Justin, you fuck," Christina snarled at him, making his smile turn into a frown, "I know what you did to her. And you're not going to see her. Fuck off."

He heaved his body against the door, shoving it open, and then shot back at her. "It's none of your business. Fuck off." Justin stormed past her, followed by Christina, and found Britney sitting on the couch.

She gasped when she saw him, and shot a nervous look at Christina. "Why did you let him in here?"

Christina groaned, and walked past Justin. "I didn't. He pushed the door open. I can't get him out."

Justin chuckled at that comment, and raised his hand over his hair, pushing off droplets of water from the rain outside that lay on the curls. "Christina, leave. I need to talk to Britney."

"I'm not leaving," She snapped back at him, dropping down on the couch. "And you're not going to talk to her. Why do you continue to lie, even after I know what you did and are going to do?"

He smirked. "You are leaving. Do I have to make you? And I can," He glared at Christina as he said that, and motioned his head and glared at Britney, as she turned her eyes away nervously. "Ask her."

"You do anything, I'll call JC right now. I'll tell him what you did. And you'll be out of the band so fucking fast."

Justin chuckled, amused at what she had just said. "Out of the band? No, Christina. JC will surely be mad at me, but he can't afford to lose me. I am the band. There is no fucking 'N Sync without me. And don't you even bother to deny that fact."

"Yeah? Well, how do you think the fans will react to what you did to her then?"

Justin shot his head at her and glared at her, as she continued. "You'll lose everything. You will be so hated. By JC, Lance, Joey, Chris, your family, friends, fans....everybody."

Justin mumbled quietly to himself, muttering words that you couldn't even hear in the English language, maybe in another one. "You don't fucking get it. JC, Lance, Chris, and Joey all think she's abusing me. I got the scars to prove it." He reached over and pulled down his sleeve, exposing bright red marks all over his wrist. "And I can make more."

"She didn't do that. You did that to yourself. Why? Because you're insane. You need fucking help, Justin. Please, get it. Mental asylum. Anything. Just leave her the fuck alone if you can't do that. You're sick, Justin. And you need to realize that it's over between you two. She's moved on, and you need to too. Before I call the cops and get your ass charged for harassment and stalking."

"You know what? Christina, fuck you. You don't realize what a bitch she is," Justin snapped at her. "She deserves shit. She doesn't deserve anything more than that, because that's what she is."

"And what did she ever do to you?"

Justin raised his eyes and head, staring at the ceiling, as droplets of water from his hair dropped down on the tile floor. "I gave her a chance. She wouldn't be anything right now without me. If it wasn't for me knowing who she was back in the Mickey Mouse Club, she wouldn't know me to actually go on tour with us. And she would be nothing. It's my fault she got this big. She didn't even fucking repay me for all my hard work. And then what's my fault actually wins an award over me. I can't fucking stand that."

"You need anger management too. I'm so calling JC now." Christina took the phone out of Britney's hand and dialed JC's phone number.

Justin bit his lip hard, forcing a red mark into it just as visible as the red marks on his wrist. "I'll tell JC you're lying. I'll tell him--".

"Justin, fuck you. No one cares what you tell JC. Just shut the fuck up and leave. You're making it worse." Christina shouted at him, just as JC picked up the phone.

Justin sniffed, and stormed out of the room. "I'll be back." He called over his shoulder.

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