what's that supposed to be about baby
gall free up ya vibe and stop actin crazy
sean-a-paul u'll give ya the good lovin daily
now you try and pull that got me actin shady
You say you love me, say you love me
But you're never there for me, yeah, mmm...hmm...
You'll be cryin', slowly dyin'
When I decide to leave, oh, oh
All we do is make up
Then break up
Why don't we wake up
And see
When love hurts
It won't work
Maybe we need some time alone
We need to let it breathe
Eight pairs of eyes laid upon her from a distance. Just sitting there
with her legs cross wearing a thin white sundress, covering her
bloodshot eyes from crying with a pair of Dior sunglasses. You could
tell she wasn't enjoying herself. She barely touched her food,
instead drinking glasses after glass of lemonade. Dez, Krystal and
Kelly sat by the pool giddily talking amongst each other while she
sat far away not wanting to rub her bad vibes off on anyone. Too bad
that wasn't working, because she wasn't happy they weren't happy.
Being depressed wasn't the only reason why she stayed far away. He
was here and after what she witnessed at the strip club she didn't
want to really want to be around him. She had nothing against men who
liked men at all, it wasn't like that. She just felt a little weirded
out that he of all people were at a club getting his lap dance on.
What was she gonna say? Hey that Mr. Honeybuns can really shake it
huh? Honestly she didn't want to be there. Being around everyone who
was all smiles just hurt. She had nothing to smile about. For weeks
she and Justin had few words to each other. Mainly anything said was
only for the children's benefit. She looked over to Justina who was
playing with Briana who looked like she was having a good time. Even
the kids were having a better time than her.
so what's that supposed to be about baby
gall free up ya vibe and stop actin crazy
reminisce 'pon all the good times daily
why you try pull that got me actin shady
You're only lonely when your homey
Ain't got a ride or no loot, yeah, uh-huh
Then comes the drama
Some other girl is claimin' she's goin' out with you,
All we do is make up
Then break up
Why don't we wake up
And see
When love hurts
It won't work
Maybe we need some time alone
We need to let it breathe
"Kristina?" J.C. called out.
"Hmm?" Kristina didn't even bother looking up at him, just kept her
attention ahead.
"Kristina I don't like this at all. You two need to get some
professional help to save this marriage. Veneska walked into Lance's
mausoleum, I mean home. Out of all the guys his home seemed to be the
biggest.
"Wow look at this place" she giggled to herself. This was a life she
could definitely get used to. First she had to find Justin.
Everything was working out perfectly. Almost too perfect for her but
she wasn't complaining. "Come on lets find your daddy."
so what's that supposed to be about baby
gall free up ya vibe and stop actin crazy
shady shady shady shady
"Justin can I talk to you for a second?" Lance asked pulling Justin
off to the side.
"Look I don't wanna hear it man. This is between the two of us."
"No its not, not anymore. Justin we're a family, when you hurt we
hurt. When she hurts we hurt. You're both hurting which is doing some
serious damage man. I hate seeing you two like this."
"Well why don't you sprinkle some prairie dust over the two of us and
make it all go away" he said sarcastically.
"You don't have to be an ass."
"And you don't have to stick your nose in some business that don't
pertain to you alright? She's acting funky, so let he be that way. I
don't even care anymore."
"That's not true Justin and you know it! You care about her even when
she's pissing you the fuck off and vice versa. Ya'll need to work
this out."
"Butt out Lance."
"No I won't! I'm not going to sit back and let this happen without
helping. This wouldn't happen if you hadn't over stepped your own
damn wife for some girl you barely know."
"You said damn, you're really falling off the pedestal."
"Justin this is no time for jokes. This is your wife we're talking
about. Until you show her that Veneska isn't a threat then she's not
going to believe it."
"She can think what she wanna think." Justin was only speaking out of
anger. If he saw things like she did then he'd understand where she
was coming from.
Dutty yea
my girl for the fourth time
let me make it very clear to you
your very dear to me
and honor of me
share to you
me not unfair to you
who would u want
for real you make me know and
I will be there for you
but me know im not a fear to you
stand up like a man and not be there cuz I care for you
long time tellin you
no other girl can compare to you
Woman if you leave me now
I'm gonna shed alot of tears for you
say you want to breathe
I'm still not I'm exhalin'
say you want to leave cuz this relationship failin'
aint nobody say that it would be smooth sailin'
girl I wana know why your bailin'
"Come on Kristina don't let this go down the tubes over some girl."
"Yeah some girl he has a child with that's always around Josh! What
am I supposed to do?! I've already told him how I feel about her and
he's not listening. Every where I turn she's around....like right
now" JC turned to face where Kristina was looking and sure enough
there was the walking sticking coming through the doors with Alesha
in her hands.
"Hey guys" she smiled.
"Shit" JC mumbled under his breath. "Kris--Kris?" JC turned around
only to find an empty chair. Kristina was gone.
so what's that supposed to be about baby
gall free up ya vibe and stop actin crazy
reminisce about all the good times daily
why you try pull that got me actin shady shady baby baby
maybe we need some time alone
so we can just breathe
"Where is she going?" Lance asked.
"No clue."
"Don't you think you should follow her?"
"What? Just to get in another argument" Could you get anymore
stubborn than Justin Timberlake? No.
"If you don't get off your lazy duff and follow her, I will not only
kick yo' ass but I'll send Krystal to help and I know you don't want
that" he threatened. Let's be serious here, Lance couldn't fight to
save his life but Krystal was a pit bull. Of course Justin didn't
want any part of that.
"Fine, fine I'll good jeez" if it'd get lance to shut that hole in
his face, then by all means he'd go. He didn't feel like arguing with
two more people so he got up to follow Kristina. His lucky she went
directly home. Entering he heard rumbling going on upstairs. What was
she doing? Justin walked up to their bedroom where he found Kristina
throwing whatever she could in a bag.
"What are you doing?!"
"What does it look like?"
"You're fucking leaving?!" Here they go again with that whole mess
again.
"No, I'm packing up to go to space with Lance, WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE
I'M DOING JUSTIN?! HUH?! I refuse to sit on the sidelines and watch
you fall in love with another woman."
"Fall in love with another woman?! Are you daft?!" Oh so now she was
daft as well? Justin was just giving them to her. She said nothing,
just scoffed throwing more shirts into her bag.
"Daft….jealous….bitchy, I'm just so many things huh Justin" she said
sardonically. Justin paced the room with anger while Kristina
continuously packed.
I can't believe you!! You're fucking leaving again! You can't handle
shit!" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Abruptly she
stopped, standing up to face Justin.
"I can't handle shit?! I'm supposed to sit back and watch our
marriage go to crumbles like it's a fucking game show? You consider
that handling things?! And I'm the daft one" she sighed throwing her
hands up in frustration. Justin stopped moving around the room.
Finally they were standing eye to eye for their quarrel.
"You are you just like your fucking daddy! When you can't take the
heat you run. You were gonna run the night of our engagement when we
got in that argument, you ran when you found me and you're running
now." Comparing her to her father? Not a good idea. Now she was
beyond infuriated that he'd stoop so low. Even to this day father and
daughter hadn't came together. The sheer mention of him made her
offended. Justin felt the sting of her hand across his face. How dare
she slap him?! Angrily he snapped his head towards holding in the
urge to want to hurt her back.
"Don't you ever in your life compare me to my father! He ran out of
his family--"
"Well what the fuck do you think you're doing?! You running out on
yours! You got kids and if you think you're taking my kids away from
me you've got another thought coming. Taking Justina off to some
foreign land, you ain't doing that shit again!"
"You're right I'm not because if you get pill happy I'm not going to
let that rest on their conscious but bets believe I will be here
every day for them."
"If you can't be here morning, noon and night then don't even fucking
bother."
"You're not keeping me away from me!"
"You bet I am, see now you'll feel how I felt when you were gone all
that time." Residual feelings were still apparent from when Kristina
left him last time with Justin. There wasn't going to be a repeat
performance of that happening if he could help it. He knew that if
she was to leave with those kids again then she'd go somewhere again
where he couldn't find her. All the hostility that filled the room
was just heartbreaking.
"Never had I thought you could be so cruel" she choked. It was
getting harder and harder to hold in the tears. As she tried it made
saying each word hurt.
"I'm cruel?! I'm cruel?! You the one `bout to up and leave."
"Yeah because I am so fucking sick of you hurting me Justin! You
don't seem to even care that I cry about you every night or that I
can't function straight because we're not what we used to be! That
you'd choose some bitch that you not only cheated on my with but got
you hook on drugs! I am tired of it Justin! I am physically and
mentally tired of it!" tears could no longer stay in. With each word
she said her voice began to break while numerous tears poured out of
her eyes. Justin maintained his stance but inside he was hurting just
as bad as she was.
"Well don't let me hold you, you know where the door is."
"Fine" Kristina trudged down the steps not before stopping when
Justin called out for her.
"Oh and Kristina?"
"What?"
"Give a day or so, I'll need you back over to sign some divorce
papers."
~Breathe by Blu Cantrell and Sean Paul~
Number of reviews: 7
Print:
Chapter or Story