| Chapter Three "Actually they would like to talk to you themselves, if it's ok with you." "Well, I guess that would be ok, strange, but ok." I said laughing softly. "We will need you to come to the station tomorrow to make a statement." The officer stated, handing me a card with the address and phone number. "Of course, and again thank you so much for all of your help." The officer stepped onto the elevator and I followed the two men down the hall. They stopped two doors down from mine and knocked once. "Come in." Came the muffled reply. He opened the door and stepped aside so that I could go in. I was shocked to see Joey and two other guys sitting around the room. "Joey? You called the police?" I gasped, as he came and put his arms around me gently. "I'm so glad you are ok, I have been so worried." I buried my head in his chest and cried. "I'm so sorry Joe, I never meant to disappoint you." "Tiff, you didn't disappoint me, you scared me. Who was that guy?" He said putting his hand under my chin and forcing me to look at him. "My boyfr...ex-boyfriend." I siad triumphantly. "Well thank God for that. Are you ok?" He asked looking at the mark on my cheek angrily and softly running his hand over it. "I think so, but can I sit down? My legs aren't my best friends right now." He walked me over to a chair and sat me down before turning to the other two men in the room. "Tiff, this is Lance and this is Chris. They are two of the five men who make up *NSync." He said proudly as I shook Chris and Lance's hands. "You got the cds I sent you right?" I nodded. "I'm going to get you some ice for that mark, I'll be right back." He winked and disappeared out the door. I looked at the others nervously. "Sorry about all of the commotion." I whispered. "Don't be sorry, we can tell that Joey really loves you, we were worried too." They said quietly. "Can we get you anything? Something to drink maybe?" "No, but thanks, I'm fine." I sat back in the chair and tried to relax. Just as I was getting comfortable the door burst open and two men came in. "You guys should have come with us tonight, it was great! The music, the food, the...Tiffany?" I looked up shocked that they knew me and recognized Justin and JC. Two guys that I had met years ago. For the short time that we'd known each other we had been close. "What are you guys doing here?" I asked trying to stand and hug them, only to find that my legs did not want to cooperate. "What's wrong Tiff, what happened?" JC asked bending down to hug me with a concerned expression on his face. "No big deal, I'm fine now." I replied as Justin hugged me also. As he pulled back an angry fire lit in his eyes. "Who the hell hit you?" He practically yelled. "It's been taken care of Just. Please don't worry." I said grabbing his hand. "Tiff, you can't even stand up. You have a black eye and a handprint on your cheek, and you are telling me not to worry?" He was so upset, it was touching in a way to know that he still cared about me. "Just, the police have been here and things have been taken care of." "What are you doing here by the way? Do you know Chris or Lance?" JC asked sitting on the arm of my chair and leaning back to put his arm around me, resting his head on mine. "No, Joey actually. You two must be the rest of the group?" they nodded smiling. "He sent me the cds you guys are great." "Thanks Tiff, how do you know Joey?" Justin asked stretching out on the floor. |