Chapter 57: Chapter 57

: Run

Robin and Chris watched as Bree arrived and kissed Robins cheek.

Justin breathed out closing his eyes as he walked further out in stage.

The large projector spelling out his name introducing him.

He smiled at the masses of mostly teenage girls and boys with older women.

The song begun to play in the background and Justin watched the crowd as they recognized the song that was going to play for them.

Beats, George, Bree, Robin and Chris watched as Justin begun to sing, as spectacular as usual but something was missing.

There was no soul to it and though his voice was amazing they all knew something was terribly wrong way before anything else happened.

Justin watched his fans as he sung. He was sitting down by the piano, he wasn't the one playing it but he just sat near the the guy playing it.

As he sung he watched how his fans sang very lyric to his songs, they were happy and laughing.

Why were they happy? Why were they laughing?

He was the one that wrote the songs and yet all he could feel was bitterness and sorrow.

It wasn't right.

Were they trying to mock him or  something? He begun to skip as he begun to realize there was no point in him singing anymore.

"Something's not right," Robin commented out loud as  Bob walked over to them.

"There is something wrong with Justin, something not right," Beats put in.

"And your noticing that now?" Bob added from behind them.

The Ryder's all turned to look at him, "that boys changed and there is no way this night is going to end well," he said watching Justin stuttering on stage.

"singing is a passion, without passion a true artist cannot go on, has Justin lost his passion?" He asked.

They all looked out at Justin with down cast hearts as they all knew the answer to that sorry question.

Justin stood up and walked to the front of the stage as fans stretched out to just touch him or a piece of his clothing.

He stopped singing.

Pausing, he stood up straight looking over all he had created. Was this worth anything? Music used to be a way he would connect with his past fears but now it was just a mindless hobby.

He felt sick and dizzy from the alcohol he has consumed earlier, then more angry as he watched the happy smiles of people all the people in the crowd.

He was just as good as any of them, so why was all this happening to him and him alone? Ever since he was young every good thing was taken away from him, so why should he make others smile?

He paused in front of the crowd as they all grew quiet wondering what was happening. The music stopped.

Whispers begun to go up.

" What is happening?" Robin asked as he watched on, a look of concern flooding his every features.

"Dang it Justin, sing" Chris muttered under his breath as he saw Justin freeze on the stage.

"Why has he stopped?" George asked standing beside them.

Bree shook her head slowly as she saw what she had done to him, an embarrassing pang of guilt stabbing her core.

Suddenly, a super fan in the audience stood up and  broke the silence and gossip. She continued the song as the rest joined her one by one even without music singing his lyrics, still happy and clapping along.

Screaming again and chatting. Laughing and smiling.

"This is...Its amazing!" Bob said underneath his breath.

"What are the feeding these Fans!" Beats backed up

"I've never seen anything like this before," Robin said underneath his breath.

"I'm literally witnessing history," George added.

"Amazing," Chris backed.

All this was too overwhelming for Justin. His head hurt throbbing like crazy, spinning around so fast he could hardly breathe, then came his emotions, he was angry and tired and upset and all he could hear was a very annoying LOUD noise slapped right across his face in full volume, beating in his eardrum.

"ENOUGH!" Justin shouted into his microphone. The crowd stopped startled

Justin touched his tempos, "stop it! I've had enough!" He said ripping the microphone and throwing the earpiece away at the shocked crowd.

He looked at the masses If fans that had come to see him, before walking away.

Beats, George, Bob, Chris, Bree, Britney and Robin stood in shock and surprise wondering what the hell had just happened right before there eyes.

They stood there like statues blinking hard just incase this was some awful nightmare.

The crowds begun to call for him to coke back, pleading till he was out of sight, then they started to boo loudly as Justin stomped off stage, angry and annoyed.

Chris walked over to him as he came off stage,"Justin, bro what is-"

"Don't touch me man," Justin snapped, moving away from him,  still walking away as they all watched him.

Chris run after him pulling him back, "Justin you can't-"

"I said don't touch me!!" Justin yelled angrily,  pushing Chris away with so much force than he had control over.

Chris was slammed into the wall by the incredible force Justin had just  showed. His face into the wall. Justin looked back in shock at  the rest as Britney rushed to Chris who was on the floor, with a heavily bleeding nose and a cut on his forehead.

They all looked at Justin as he stepped back. Chris tried to stop the bleeding with his hand as the place was splattered all over with blood.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened," Justin said looking at his shaking hands.

"It's okay son," Robin said moving to him with his hands in the air like the police had just caught him.

"No, don't come closer Dad," Justin said stepping back.

"It's okay Justin," Robin eased moving even closer.

Justin backed away, "don't come closer, I-I need to go," Justin said as he backed away even further then suddenly turned and ran away.

"Justin!" Robin called out.

"Let him go, " Bob said stopping him, "he needs to release some steam, whatever's bothering him needs to be set free."

"Robin, Chris needs to be taken to the hospital," Bree said as Robin switched attention to the bleeding Chris.

*****

Justin ran and kept on running. It was already dark as he run through the streets of LA with his hoody covering his head. He run into a building not even stopping for anything including the rain was already even pouring.

He knocked on a penthouse door breathing heavily knowing that he needed help.

The door flew open and Justin found himself face to face with the person he trusted most in this world.

Clair looked at him, gasping.

He was dripping wet and soaked, "I need someone to talk too," he said.