Chapter
24
Sammy
drove along, her tears blinding her. She
didn’t know where she was going. She
just knew she had to get away. From the
hospital. From Nick. From everything.
Sammy
was driving down some deserted back roads.
She suddenly glanced around and realized she had no idea where she was
going. The road was dark, and she didn’t
see any signs around telling me where she might be. Sammy felt a tremor of fear run through her,
and she hoped she wasn’t lost. What had
she been thinking, driving on the back roads outside of Atlanta, a place she
was not very familiar with. She slowed
down and pulled off to the shoulder of the road. She had to think.
***
“Hey,
J, look up ahead,” Justin’s companion said, pointing to the car that drove down
the dark road in front of them. Justin
squinted through the darkness and sped up the car so he could read the license
plate. “It’s Nick Carter, dumbass,” the
girl said exasperatedly.
“Hey,
what a coincidence,” Justin said, snickering.
He suddenly floored the accelerator.
“Justin,
what the hell are you doing?!” the girl screamed, as she was thrown back
against the seat.
“We’s
gonna take one out right now,” Justin replied.
“Justin!”
she screamed again as Justin plowed into Nick’s car. Nick immediately slowed down his car and
pulled it off to the side of the road.
Justin
cackled again and pulled his own car to the side.
***
Sammy
squinted down the road as she saw two cars not far away pull off to the side of
the road and stop. She wondered what had
happened. Had there been a wreck? She wondered if anyone needed help and
decided she should go investigate. She
climbed out of her car and headed down the road towards the stopped cars.
***
Justin
started to climb out, but the girl with him stopped him. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Mask?”
“Hey,
he gonna know who I be anyways,” Justin responded.
“Well,
what about me?” she asked.
“Don’
worry ‘bout it. We’s gonna kill him
befoh he can tell nobody anyways,” Justin reasoned.
“Ok,”
she said. They both climbed out of the
car. Justin left his headlights on to
illuminate the dark road. He needed some
light to be able to aim right. His hand
drifted to the inside of his black trench coat, where his loaded gun was. He would need it very soon.
***
When
Sammy got closer, she realized it was Nick’s car. Nick was just climbing out of it. He didn’t notice Sammy, standing a few yards
away from the car. Sammy sunk back in
the shadows, having no patience to deal with him then.
Then
she saw two people climb out of the black car behind Nick’s. One was a man, and one was a woman. They were
both dressed in black, and the man was wearing a trench coat. Something told Sammy that they were up to no
good. Something told her that Nick would
need her. So, she headed towards them.
***
Justin
stood there, watching as Nick approached him.
He stayed in the shadows of the car, so that Nick would not recognize
him until it was too late.
Suddenly,
he saw a girl running up behind Nick.
Who was she?
***
“Nick!”
Sammy hissed, coming up behind him. Nick
whirled around, surprised.
“Sammy,”
he murmured.
“Who
are those people?” Sammy asked, her gaze drifting to the two people, who stood
beside their car.
“I
don’t know, but they plowed right into me, and I’m pissed,” Nick said,
clenching his teeth. His eyes narrowed
as he headed closer to them. Sammy
followed close behind.
***
Justin
squinted as Nick and the girl grew nearer.
Suddenly, they came into the light made by his headlights, and Justin
finally had a chance to get a good look at the girl. She looked quite familiar to him, and he
racked his brain, quickly trying to think of who she was. Suddenly, he felt sick to his stomach as it
hit him who she was.
***
“Oh,
my God,” Nick gasped, as he realized who the man was that stood before
him. It was Justin Timberlake.
Sammy’s
mouth dropped open as she too recognized him.
“You son of a bitch,” she said, her voice low.
Justin
walked slowly towards them. “Sammy?” he
asked softly.
“Thought
you’d never see me again, huh?” she asked.
The fear had gone out of her and was replaced by rage. She hated Justin with a passion, and not just
because of what he had done to Nick. It
was deeper than that.
“I…
I,” Justin stammered, his face pale, as if he’d seen a ghost. In a way, he had. Sammy was certainly not the person he had expected
to see.
“Ironic,
isn’t it?” Sammy asked, glaring at him.
“Justin? Like, what the hell is going on here?” the
figure standing behind Justin demanded.
She stepped forward, into the glow of the headlights.
Sammy’s
mouth dropped open once again. “Britney!?”
she cried.
Sure
enough, it was Britney Spears, dressed in an outfit of black leather, which
hugged all the curves in her body a little too tightly.
“Yeah,
what is going on here?” Nick asked.
He was shocked as well. Justin
and Sammy knew each other? Britney was
in on this too? He was confused.
Justin’s
face flushed red.
“I’ll
tell you what’s going on here,” Sammy said, staring coldly at Justin. Nick had never seen such hatred in her pretty
hazel eyes. “It all happened back in
2000, at the beginning of ‘N Sync’s summer tour. I have a friend who’s uncle is a ticket
master, and he got us front row tickets.
I was a big ‘N Sync fan at the time, so I was thrilled. I went to the concert, and towards the end of
it, Justin came down to touch hands with us all, and he slipped me a backstage
pass. Of course, I was excited, but I
didn’t want to go without my friend. She
insisted I go and be sure to get autographs for her, even though she was a
little upset that he hadn’t given her one too.
I was only about fifteen at the time, and I didn’t really think about
how strange the whole situation was, and what his reasoning was for giving me,
and only me, a backstage pass. Anyway, I
went backstage, and Justin took me away from the room where they were having
the meet and greet and took me to his dressing room. And then… then, he raped me!” Sammy’s eyes were filled with hot, furious
tears.
“You
mean, it was… him?” Nick gasped in disbelief, pointing at Justin.
Sammy
nodded.
“Justin!”
Britney cried. “You mean, you, like,
cheated on me!?”
“Babe,
I din’t mean ta. Ya knows it din’t mean
nuttin’. I loves you, an’ you know dat,
dontcha?” Justin asked pleadingly.
“You
cheated on me!!” Britney yelled, flipping her hair indignantly. “Like, omigod, I should, like, so dump
you!!”
“Brit,
babygirl, just chill,” Justin said. He
could tell he was busted though.
“You
son of a bitch,” Nick said, his voice low, his eyes flashing. With one swift movement, he lunged forward
and punched Justin as hard as he could, his fist slamming into Justin’s
face.
Justin
stumbled backwards, clutching at his face.
When he pulled his hands away, they could see blood dripping from his
nose.
“Omigod,
Justy!” Britney screeched, forgetting that she was mad at him. She started to run to his aid, but
stopped. She pivoted towards Nick
slowly.
“You
bastard, you!” she said, glaring at him.
“You mangled my baby’s face!” She
reached into the inside pocket of her black leather jacket and pulled out a small
gun. “Die!” she screamed and pulled the
trigger before Nick had time to react.
“NO!”
Sammy screamed, watching Nick jerk backwards as the bullet plunged into his
flesh. He collapsed to the ground. Sammy’s eyes widened as Britney pointed the
gun at her next. She pulled the
trigger. Luckily, her aim was too high,
and the bullet whizzed just centimeters above Sammy’s head.
Sammy,
however, was a quick thinker. She jerked
backwards anyway, as if she had been shot, and fell to the ground, rolling to
her side to hide her face. Something was
telling her to play dead. As an actress,
she was good at playing dead. Plus,
Britney was so dumb, it might work. She
lay still, barely breathing, praying that her scheme would work.
“Justin,
are you okay?” she heard Britney ask.
“Yo,
girl, didja kill ‘em?” was all Justin wanted to know.
“Like,
duh, Justin! They’re so dead,”
Britney said, sounding proud.
“Good
fo’ you, baby,” Justin said. “Now,
whaddya say we’s go on back to da crib and git it on?” He snickered.
“Get
it on?” Britney repeated. “Like, I don’t
think so, Justin. You cheated on me!”
“Brit,
I says I be sorry,” Justin insisted, not sounding apologetic at all.”
“I
don’t care,” she said stubbornly. “I
don’t want to do this anymore.”
“Do
what, babe?” Justin asked.
“This!”
Britney cried. “Hurt people! Kill people!”
“They
deserve it,” Justin said bitterly.
“Oh,
like, come on, Justin,” she said. “You
have no right to be, like, killing the Backstreet Boys and there girlfriends
and stuff! You’re only doing it because
you’re, like, jealous or something!”
“Yo,
J-Dawg ain’t jealous!” Justin protested.
“Yeah,
like, whatever! You are like, so jealous!” Britney insisted.
“You
bettah be shuttin’ da hell up, yo!” Justin threatened menacingly.
“Oh,
puh-lease,” Britney said.
Sammy
could hear the sound of Justin’s palm hitting Britney’s cheek as he slapped
her, hard. Britney squealed in pain.
“You
stupid whore!” Justin screamed, slapping her again and again. Britney wailed hysterically.
Lying
there on the ground, Sammy was shocked.
Britney might have been a conceited bitch, but she had no right to be
beaten like that. Of course, Justin was
evil and obviously not of sound mind.
Britney
screamed and screamed, as Justin beat her.
Suddenly, she was silent. The
sounds of slapping stopped. And then a
shot fired. Britney screamed again, her
scream louder and more terrifying than before.
And then all was silent.
Sammy
lay breathing hard, scared to death.
Relief washed over her as she heard Justin climb into his car and slam
the door. Then the engine revved up, and
the headlights of his car spread over her, brightening the scene around her,
and then disappeared on down the road.
When
she could no longer hear the car, Sammy tentatively lifted her head up. Justin was gone. She climbed up quickly and scrambled over to
Nick. He was sprawled across the ground
on his back, motionless.
“NICK!”
she screamed. She gasped when she saw
the amount of blood that was seeping out of the wound in his chest, where the
bullet had been shot into him.
Nick’s
eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at her.
“Sammy,” he whispered.
“Shh,
it’ll be okay, baby,” Sammy soothed, forgetting her earlier anger towards
him.
“I…
I’m so sorry, Sammy,” Nick said, tears filling his baby blue eyes.
“I
know, Nick,” Sammy said. “I forgive
you.”
“I
love you,” Nick said.
“I
love you too, Nicky,” Sammy said, bending to gently kiss his forehead. “Listen, I need to run back to my car. It’s just a little ways up the road. I have to get my cell phone so I can call
911, ok?”
“Ok,”
Nick said reluctantly, not wanting to be left there. But he knew he had no choice. He needed help badly.
“I’ll
be right back,” Sammy promised, kissing him again. “Just hold on.”
“Ok,
baby,” Nick replied softly. “Love you.”
“Love
you too,” she called as she ran towards her car.
***
