Chapter
14
We may have been happy, but
there were others who were not. Many
miles away, in a prison just outside of Orlando, four men were definitely not
happy.
“I can’t believe we ever went
through with that,” JC moaned, burying his face in his hands.
“Don’t fret, JC,” said Lance,
patting JC’s back.
“Get off me, Lance!” JC
yelled, shaking Lance’s hand off of him.
“Sorry,” Lance said,
sighing.
“JC, dude, this is all your
fault,” Chris said, glaring at JC. “You
blew our cover! Without you, those damn
Backstreet Boys would be dead now!”
“Well, sorry! But hey, look who has less jail time than you
three,” JC taunted. The other three
huffed angrily and crossed their arms across their chests. “I can’t believe we did this anyway, though,”
JC continued. “And why? Because we were jealous of their success?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty much it,”
Joey said. “It’s not fair that they tried to come back in the music business. What would happen if we tried to do
that? Nothing. Our fans dissed us,
dude. We couldn’t let them all become
Bsb fans now too.”
“That’s no reason to try and
kill anyone,” JC muttered. “You guys are
all psycho.”
“Uh… no, we’re the ones that
were proved to be mentally stable,” Chris said.
“Unlike a certain someone.”
“I wonder what the Master’s up
to now,” Lance said thoughtfully
***
In a mental
asylum only miles away…
“Lyin’ in
your arms, so close together, didn’t know just what I had. Now I toss and turn, cause I’m without
you. How I’m missin’ you so bad,” Justin
sang softly, rocking back and forth in his straight jacket, his back banging
against the padded wall. “Stupid
Backstreeters. Die! Die!”
He cackled psychotically. Then he
stopped cackling and continued his song.
“Where was my head? Where was
my heart? Now I cry alone in the
dark. I lie awake. I drive myself crazy, drive myself crazy…”
***
