Chapter 56: Chapter 56

: Names

Bree paused for a second, looking   up at Justin, “What did you say?" She asked a little out of breath.

"He said I know about everything, " Lucy smirked,  " and my advice to you is to back off of my boyfriend," Lucy replied staring at her.

"I don't know who you think you are but-"

"I know exactly who I am and you should know that I'm the one with the upper hand here. There is nothing you can do about it," Lucy defended

"I should have known you were a little witch, I would have never allowed you near my son!" Bree shouted out.

"And if Mr Ryder knew what kind of woman you were he would have never married you!" Lucy fired back.

Bree landed a hot slap over her face

"How dare you!" Bree screamed at her

Lucy touched her cheek as she got up slowly, "I'll let you have that one, but the next time you lay your hands on me, I won't be that considerate!" Lucy replied.

Justin stood watching them, not even caring at all.

"Was that a threat?" Bree asked. She was a very straight forward person and if there was something she could not stand after rejection was black mail.

"What do you think?" Lucy asked.

"You little bitch!" Bree said landing another slap on her face, "that will teach you some respect! Get through your thick head! Justin doesn't love you, he never did. What's going on between him and I stays between us. He never wanted you anyway! You're  just a piece of trash!  I was so kind to accept you and you think you can black mail me? Justin will never ever ever be yours, he is already mine!" Bree shouted out.

The impact of Bree's slap threw Lucy to the floor so that she lay there almost blind as the pain settled in.

She frantically tried to get up as Bree's words sunk in.

"He will never ever be yours!" The words were on repeat in her mind. It was a lie.

Justin loved her, she tried to convince herself. The old hag just wanted to steal him away from her but she wouldn't back down like her weak friend Anna, no she would fight.

Fight for love, fight for justin. She stood up and charged at Bree pulling her hair screaming frantically.

Bree called out for security as she fought back. Justin looked at them, fighting over him.

He figured they both deserved whatever beating they were giving each other. He took a bottle of coke from the

Fridge and opened it sipping it long and hard as he watched them both frustrated and angry at the same time.

He headed up to his room as the security showed up to separate Bree and Lucy.

Justin locked himself up in his room and closed his eyes. He ignored both Lucy's and Bree's knocks at the door.

This was he life how he figured. Between two useless women.

He lay down and looked at the ceiling then closed his eyes again trying to remember just one place in his life where things went alright for him.

Where he was genuinely happy and surrounded by the people he loved.

There was only one place he could think of. The orphanage was his real home, the only place that had made him matter and feel secure.

He wished he could go back in time and reverse his decision to ever leave. He came back to reality as the knocks became louder.

Bree was angry, mad and flushed red in the cheeks after that smacking and tugging and pulling of hair and flesh.

"Justin open this damn door right now!" She said banging on his door. Justin paused for a minute then slowly stood up and walked to his door. He opened it a little and leaned against it.

"What?" He asked.

Bree breathed out, "what are you going to do about this?" She asked folding her arms,"Your mother was getting beaten and you just stood there and watched!"

"You're not my mother remember..to me your only 'Bree ' " he replied air quoting her name.

Bree sighed, "I don't care what you call me but you ought to give me respect!" She said.

"Okay, so I can call you a whore, a slut or even a bitch I just have to warn you no one gives those kind of people respect,"

Bree smacked him full in the face, "I don't care if your drunk, you will not talk to me like that!" She replied raising her voice.

Justin looked back slowly at her as the pain in his left cheek subsided, he stood up his full height, towering over her, making her nervous.

"You don't deserve respect, and your not going to get any," his voice was cold and heartless.

Bree shivered as he saw the darkness in his once innocent eyes.

"I once revered and looked up to you as my mother, a place that's very important to me and you took that for granted. You used me to satisfy yourself and your evil needs, did you ever once stop to think how selfish your being? You don't know what sort of shit I've been though and when you...." He paused breathing out not wanting to finish his sentence not willing to admit her sexual harassment, rape... He shook his head for a moment.

"So yes you are a whore and a slut and all other kinds foul names suit you, you never deserved dad," he said.

Bree raised her hand to slap him but Justin held it before it reached his face

"Oh and that slap you gave me?" He hissed, "that's the last time you'll ever lay your hands on me. So go on, I'm already damaged. Have fun with me. Make me into your own personal stripper, I have no soul left, I don't care anymore, so many people have screwed me over my feelings don't count anymore," his eyes were clouded but not with tears, with anger and cracks of pain and hurt.

Bree looked at him in shock and in fear as she saw a side she created, one that she never thought would exist in a person like Justin.

A look that resembled that of a serial killer before he slaughtered his victim.

In this case a look of a shattered heart with no hope of redemption that it stays broken forever.

"But I promise you this," Justin continued still holding her hand which was near his face in a slap like motion, "I will

Make your life a living hell just like you've made mine," he said pushing her hand away.

He looked at her one last time then closed the bedroom door in her face.

Bree stared at the closed door for a moment. She had no desire to open it, as she gently rubbed her wrist nervously.

A cold chill run down her spine which made her feel that something had gone terribly wrong and deep inside she knew that Justin wasn't the boy she used to know anymore. He had slowly but gradually been pushed just a little too far.

Justin turned and looked back at his bed. He fell on it as he removed his shirt off after feeling so suffocated.

He reached out for his half empty bottle of alcohol and kept on drinking not thinking about anything, which was a bad idea since he was performing that night. He slept only waking up to someone shaking him.

"Justin! What's wrong with you man?" someone was saying.

Justin woke up slowly and found him self staring to Beats face

"What are you doing here?" He asked a little dazed.

"I should be asking you that question, look at the time! Mr Ryder sent me to get you, you're behind time for your first show for the album, " Beats announced.

"What? Why? " Justin asked still not knowing what he was saying as Beats handed him is watch.

Justin stood bolt upright, "Shit! What I'm doing here!" He shouted diving into the shower.

"Finally!" Beats replied sighing, "wait there's no time for you to shower!" Beats realised calling out to him.

"Oh right!" Justin replied rushing out and changing.

"Let's go! let's go!  let's go!" Beats yelled as if he was heading a rally.

Justin and Beats rushed downstairs where they met Bree who was already dressed.

"Ma'am are you comming with us?" Beats asked.

"No " Justin replied before she could say anything.

Beats looked at him surprised

"It's alright I'll catch up with you guys, better hurry!" Bree replied faking a smile.

Justin passed by her and she could fill the chill as he passed by. Beats sensed the tension but decided it was probably family business.

He and Justin headed out into the limo. As soon as they arrived at the auditorium, they were hijacked by Ryan and his crew trying very hard to dress him up and put up his make up and ruffle his hair into some sort of style that would represent him in a better way as Justin Star.

They made him sit in a smaller room back stage as they did all this. They were driving him mad as they run all over the place screaming, "Hair! Make up! Where the hell is the wardrobe?! "

With the alcohol Justin had taken, he had already had a bad headache, all the shouting just made it worse.

Then Robin entered accompanied by Chris, they showered him with more questions like, "why were you late? How could you be late? How did you forget, what is wrong with you young man? Punctuality should be the first thing in show business!"

Justin head was already spinning as he was flushed with people doing his make up, his angry and  worried family and then his fans screaming for his name in chants increasing by the minute.

"Okay your ready!" Ryan said

"Wait, I'm not yet rea-" Justin said under his breath as his heart begun to beat roughly as Robin cut him off.

"Good luck son! There you go," he said patting him on the back as a microphone was attached to him and they all moved a step back.

All of a sudden Justin was surrounded by masses of people chanting his name as a big headlight was blasted in  his eyes. It wasn't the first time, but Justin felt sick, wonky and insecure.