Part 8


“What the fuck is wrong with you, Justin?” JC spat, rushing to the door to chase after Lance.

Justin grabbed his arm roughly, pulling him back. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going after him!”

“I don’t think so,” Justin hissed, dragging JC back into the living room.  He threw JC onto the couch, one knee on JC’s chest,  glaring at him through hateful eyes.   “You never should have messed with me, JC.  You’re mine, and I don’t like to share.”  A wicked grin spread across his face as he peeled his t-shirt off, tossing it aside before crushing his lips against JC’s.  

JC turned his head, fighting the kiss with everything he had.  

“Get off of me!” he shouted, shoving Justin to the ground.  “I’m not gonna let you do this to me anymore, Justin. I refuse to let you do this anymore.”  

Before Justin could get up, JC was out the front door, rain soaking his body, shouting for his lover. “Lance! Lance, where are you?”  He squinted through the darkness, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes.  The rain pelted against his face as he ran in to the street, still yelling for Lance.  

The last thing he saw was the headlights.

Then everything went black.

                                                

“JC?” Joey whispered, hovering over his friend.  “Jace, can you hear me?”

A soft groan dropped from JC’s lips, his eyes fluttering.

“Joe?” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Joey smiled at looked at Chris, who also had a thankful grin on his face.  “Yeah, Jace, it’s me. How you feelin’, man?”

JC groaned again, a frown creasing his forehead.  “Like shit. What happened?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Chris said, joining Joey at JC’s bedside.  

“Am I in the hospital?”

“Yeah.  You got hit by a car, Jace,” Joey answered.

“Lance. I was looking for Lance.”

Chris frowned. “What do you mean, Jace?”

“He ran out…Justin…they fought…Justin…”

Joey looked at Chris, shrugging.  “We haven’t been able to get a hold of Lance, Jace, but Justin’s the one that brought you in.”

He did this, JC thought. He had to have done this. He was so angry…

“Josh? You ok?” Joey asked.

“Where’s Justin?”

“He went to find Lance.”

“Fuck. Find Lance. Go. Find him! Please!”  JC begged.

“Josh, why—“

“Just find him! Find him before Justin does, please!”

“Calm down, JC,” Chris said, squeezing JC’s hand.

“NO!” JC screamed. “Please. You have to find Lance before Justin does. I’ll explain later, please…just find him.”

“Ok, Jace…we’ll try and find him,” Chris said, looking at Joey with a puzzled expression on his face. Joey just shrugged and followed Chris out of the room.

Please, Lance...don’t believe him…

                                                 

“Lance?” Justin called when he heard the door open and close.

No answer. It must be him then.

He rose from the couch, peeking around the corner.  Lance stood there, dripping wet.  His face was stained with tears and his eyes were red and puffy.

“Lance…” Justin said softly, walking towards him.  Lance backed away, glaring at Justin.

“Get the fuck away from me, Justin.”  

“Lance, please, I’m sorry…I…fuck, Lance, he hurt me too, ya know,” Justin said, taking another step towards Lance.

“What do you mean?” Lance said, eyeing Justin suspiciously.   Justin’s eyes filled with tears, and Lance’s eyes widened.  “Just? What do you mean?”

“I’m sorry, Lance, I swear, I’m so sorry…” Justin whispered, letting the tears fall down his cheeks.  “JC and I have been together ever since the day you told me he had feelings for me…that’s why I was so angry that night when I came home and found you two kissing.”

“What?” Lance said, voice quivering.

“He told me it didn’t mean anything…that it just happened, and that he loved me, not you…” Justin was practically sobbing now, and he slumped to the floor.  “I used to spend every night with him, and he’d hold me and tell me how much I meant to him…and then one night…he wasn’t there…he was with you…”

Justin looked up at Lance, who’s entire face had drained of color.  “I can’t believe this…”

“Lance, I’m so sorry,” Justin cried, clinging to Lance’s leg.  “I love him…and I thought he loved me…I never meant to hurt you, Lance…I swear…I was just so angry, ya know? And I just…I couldn’t take it any more.”

Lance couldn’t speak.  He couldn’t believe that all this time, JC had been lying to him about not having feeling for Justin.

He was just using me, Lance thought, fresh tears forming in his eyes.  Or he felt bad for me. Took pity on me. I should have known…

Justin looked up at Lance, trying to hide the grin that was tugging at the corners of his mouth.  That’s right, Lance. Listen to Justin.  He stood up, looking Lance in the eyes.

“I’m sorry, Lance. Please forgive me…”

Lance took a deep breath, blinking away the tears. He nodded numbly, letting Justin hug him, hold him tight.  He suddenly felt cold and alone.

“Justin?”

“Yeah?”

“Where’s JC?”



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