Summary:
I fall yet again, standing abruptly while I scurry away from his intense yells. I see his dark figure in the distance, highlighted by the moonlight. I cry out for help, but we’re in the middle of nowhere. I can’t believe this. He was once my boyfriend, but now, all I see is a monster…
For Justin and Trisha, nothing is ever as it seems. Everyone has a dark side…and with that dark side comes chaos and confusion. But….Never Judge a book by its cover….
Contains: Alternate Universe, Angst, Drama, Suspense
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“FEAR!”
There’s primal fear like a fetus blinded by daylight
There’s lingering fear like a zit growing on your nose
There’s groundless fear like a dark day covered by a clear night
There’s inarticulate fear like a little fish wolfed down by a shark
There’s sudden fear like a demon startled by an unfamiliar ghost
There’s mortal fear like a soul baffled by heavenly hell
There’s fake fear like a pop star blowing his/her lines
There’s undying fear like boomerang returning to hit you hard
There’s cryptic fear like a stranger ringing at your doorbell
There’s fatal fear like falling prey to a predator
There’s introverted fear we’ve invented by ourselves
And have to live with it
I fall yet again, standing abruptly while I scurry away from his intense yells. I see his dark figure in the distance, highlighted by the moonlight. I cry out for help, but we’re in the middle of nowhere. I can’t believe this. He was once my boyfriend, but now, all I see is a monster.
“You can’t run from me Trisha! Where are you going to go? We’re in the middle of nowhere you stupid bitch! You’ll pay for hitting me with that bottle! You’ll die for the shit you’ve pulled! ” He calls out with a maniacal laugh.
I run down the dirt path road away from the farm house where he kept me prisoner for the last two weeks of my life. Tears stream down my face in fear when I realize my adrenaline is the only thing that keeps me going. My vision is clouded by memories of him and our two year relationship. He was so perfect then. I couldn’t believe a simple fashion consultant like me was able to snag a hot celebrity boyfriend like Justin Timberlake. It was amazing, almost like a fantasy. And he was so kind and courteous to me. We met at a Grammy after party and immediately hit it off. It wasn’t long after that he asked me out and we began dating. Everything was so magical that it seemed unreal to me.
Well, it was just a dream, because a year into our relationship Justin began to change. His bad ways seeped out through his personality and behavior. I soon learnt that he had a split personality disorder and suffered from schizophrenia. It was just my fucking luck that his doctors and the record label kept this important piece of information a secret from his fans. Heaven forbid that the almightily Timberlake appears weak or in his case insane as oppose to the perfect man in the public’s eye. The kind side of Justin is amazing, but it’s the other side that has me currently running for my life in terror, because tonight, I pissed him off. He always told me if I crossed him the wrong way, he’d kill me. But I never imagined my life would be in his hands until now.
It was my escape. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to escape his evil clutches. He tortured me. He did such unspeakable things to me; I shudder at the thought knowing I’ll never recover. He used my body as a canvas. Yes, you heard right. He’d strip me naked, ensuring all my limbs are tied down and he’d paint on me. Sick? Yeah it was…and after he’d always cut me anywhere he felt like. He’d say my blood was his red paint when he needed it. I have endless scars on my back and stomach, even on my breasts. God, I use to love him so much, but now I hate him, and my deathly pale olive skin is now black and blue from being battered. My shoulder length, brown hair is drenched in sweat as I run into a dark shed used to store farming equipment, in an attempt to hide away from him.
I can hear him calling out to me. I remain silent, hiding behind a huge tractor. I should have never left my home in California and moved out here with him to Tennessee. Now I wish I never met him. I have no idea of the time, but on this eerie night, I know either he dies or I die. Both of us won’t live to see the light of day. Oh god, my heart is pounding so fast, and my palms are sweating as I look on in horror when I see his shadow pass by the shed. I clasp my hands over my mouth to prevent any whimper from escaping my lips, while I desperately try to slow my erratic breathing.
It’s been a few minutes and I hear nothing but dead silence. I’m pondering on if I should or shouldn’t come out of my hiding spot. I hear the noise of horses and other farm animals in the distance. Then I remember his truck is parked just outside near the shed. He usually leaves his keys in the ignition. This could be my only chance to get away! I need to get to that truck! So, I cautiously step out of my hiding place and look around the pitch black shed. I can feel my heart pounding out of my chest and I feel dizzy and faint from lack of nutrition. The only light that can be seen through the shed is of the moonlight as it floats through the cracks in the wooden wall.
I reverse from my previous standing position as I keep a close eye on the entrance. Suddenly, I feel someone grip my waist from behind and I scream at the top of my lungs as I’m lifted off the ground and tossed to the side like a piece of nothing. I fall hard on the wooden floor and moan in pain, finally focusing on a familiar figure hovering over me. My eyes grow wide with shock as I stare into the face of pure evil. He’s smirking at me with a baleful look on his face.
We pass through,
So much fear,
We go through it,
Year after year.
“You thought you could hide from me? Huh Trisha? You can’t hide or run from me you little slut.” He snarls, gripping my bruised arm, yanking me up. “What did I tell you if you ever cross or defy me?” He scowls, keeping his intense gaze on my trembling form.
“That…you…” I stutter inaudibly, forcing to level out my breathing.
“What was that? I can’t hear you! Speak up!” He yells, shaking me violently.
“That you’d kill me.” I choke out, when tears start spilling down my face.
“That’s right…so guess what beautiful, you’re going to die tonight.” He growls, with a deadly grin, pulling out a gun from the back of his waist pant.
“No! Justin please don’t I’m sorry.” I beg, cowering in fear when I realize that he’s really serious this time. He backhands me hard across the face telling me to shut up and I fall to the floor.
“You’re a bitch Trisha. You don’t deserve to live. You’re a fuckin’ gold digger who cheated on me with my best friend! My best friend! That’s unforgivable.” He screams, bending down to hover over me with an emotionless expression.
I’m stunned stupid by his statement. He knows!? He knew all this time? But it was a mistake! A stupid mistake caused by intoxication and sexual insinuation. No wonder he’s been so cold with me until he finally flipped. I was too ashamed to tell him when it happened but I would have eventually. How was I going to survive this? He notices my surprise and just smiles with great antipathy.
“Didn’t think I knew did you?” He mocks my astonishment with vehement dislike. “Do you know what I do to sluts like you Trisha?” He places the gun above a ledge where I can’t reach it then traces a pattern down my face with his hands. I squirm under his six foot two, toned build. My five foot four slender frame is no match for him. I shut my eyes as the panic kicks in. I’m quite aware what his current intensions are. I gaze into his blue orbs and his icy stare is filled with nothing but raw desire and lust. I know what’s going to happen next, but I can’t. Not this time! I won’t let him hurt me again….
“Do you know what I do to SLUTS LIKE YOU TRISHA? HUH? ANSWER ME!” He bellows, slapping me across the face with brute force. This time, the pain shoots through my temples and I cry out from the impact.
“No…” I whimper inaudibly, racking my brain on how to get away from him and to that truck. It’s my only lifeline. I need to get away from this psycho.
“You should already know. But I’ll entertain your stupidity. I fuck them Trisha. I fuck them hard and rough just the way they like it. I fuck them with no mercy like the little whores they are.” He whispers as his words sting my ears like venom.
I know he has malicious intentions and he’ll make sure that he inflicts as much pain as possible before he kills me…that sick, twisted bastard.
Completely engulfed by utter fright, I build up what little strength I have left and knee him in the balls. He rolls over groaning in pain and I jump to my feet sprinting for the shed door. However, before I can make it, I’m tackled to the ground.
“No! Stop it! Someone help me please!” I cry out for anyone but to no avail. We’re miles away from civilization and my regret kicks in yet again.
“Shut the fuck up Trisha! Your worthless screaming is getting on my last nerve.” Justin grips my waist tightly and flips me unto my back. I kick and swing at him, successfully scratching him across his face with my semi-long nails. He growls loudly and pins my hands over my head to halt my actions. “You really have a death wish don’t you?” He chides. “You’re so stupid. I could snap that pretty little neck of yours if I wanted to. Stop your fighting now or I swear I will!” He demands firmly. I instantly freeze in fear that he might do just that.
“Good girl.” He smirks and releases his grip on my weak hands. I really can’t do much, since I haven’t eaten in days. I’m surprised I’m still conscious right now…
“Please don’t.” I plead when he bends down and captures the flesh of my neck in wet kisses. I shudder at his touch and shut my eyes willing away the tears.
“Shut the fuck up Trish…you know you want this.” He snarls, instantly ripping my white shirt open, tearing out the buttons. He smiles wickedly at me then cups my breasts in his hands, twisting and pinching my nipples roughly with his fingers.
“Oww.” I whimper, but instantly silent my cries when he shoots me a death glare.
Justin bends down and flicks his tongue roughly over my hard nipple, sucking on it lightly. He continues this motion between my two mounds for several minutes. I bite my lips to quiet my protest, and just remain still under his intemperate touch. I hear him groan, and I can feel his arousal pressing into my thigh through his jeans. Oh god, he was going to rape me again…I didn’t want this. Sex with Justin has been like torture these past months because he was never soft or gentle. He’d always rip out my insides and cause immense pain from his size.
“Please…” I whimper unable to hold in any longer. “Don’t…I’m sorry.” I cry meekly.
“You’re pathetic Trisha. You brought this on yourself so deal with it.” He sneers, snaking his hands under my box pelted black skirt. He skims his fingers over my underwear, shifting it aside and attacking my hot center. I can hear him chortle, amused by his findings.
“You know, your lips say no, but your body is telling me something else.” He half smiles. He bends down to my ears, and his hot breath sends shivers down my spine but in a bad way. I feel nauseous like I want to throw up from disgust. This once gorgeous man is now the epitome of the devil in my eyes. “Mmmm…So wet Trish…is that for me?” He whispers.
“Fuck you.” I spit, squirming under his touch.
“In time baby, in time.” He smirks.
It’s not long before Justin yanks off my underwear, lifting my skirt up to my waist. I watch in horror as he slides down his jeans and boxers…his erection instantly popping out at attention. He positions himself at my entrance and bends down, kissing me forcefully with pent up hatred. My moans are muffled as he continues to suck hungrily on my lips. I feel him bite my lower lip and I groan when I feel my hot, sticky blood trickling out. He just continues his assault, sucking up the substance and letting out a throaty moan. God, he is a deranged lunatic.
I begin fidgeting underneath him, not wanting this to go any further. I grip at his white vest, trying to push him off me. He breaks the kiss, staring at me like I’m the crazy one. “Have you lost your fuckin’ mind?” He hisses. “I don’t take lightly to your defiance Trisha. You’re a determined bitch aren’t you?”
I slap him across the face and spit at him. “Eat shit you son of a bitch.” I yell. I know I shouldn’t have done that because Justin is seething with anger now.
“Big mistake Trisha!” He warns and without notice, he grabs my waist plunging his member into my depths. I gasp then yell in pain when I feel him tearing at my insides.
“Uh! Oh shit!” I cry out, gripping his arms tightly.
“You can’t deny me Trisha. I know you’re enjoying this.” He pants, slamming into me roughly at a steady pace.
“No! I…uhhhgg….I fucking hate you Justin! I hate you!” I scowl, fighting to keep up with his rhythm.
“I hate you too baby….that’s why this is so fuckin’ great.” He groans, picking up his pace. He lifts my legs over his shoulder, the angle giving him access to go deeper.
“Fuck!” I moan, despite my detest. I couldn’t help it, the man knew how to use his package and he was well equipped. He kept plunging into me, never slowing his pace and continuously hitting my sensitive spot.
“Aww yeah…that’s it Trisha….now scream like the little bitch you are…” He grunts, pounding into me mercilessly as sweat drenches both our bodies. “Say my name…say it Trisha!” He grips my neck forcefully, lightly choking me.
“Uh shit! Justin!” I scream.
“Louder!” He forces himself deeper, knowing damn well I can’t take all of him in.
“JUSTIN!” I cry out in pain and pleasure.
“That’s my girl. What do you want me to do? Huh?” He coaxes.
“Fuck me…” I whisper, when I feel my insides become numb from his harsh pounding.
“You have to do better than that.” He quickly finds my clit and rubs it roughly.
“Damnit Justin! Fuck me!” I shout louder and he smiles triumphantly, increasing his thrusts. “Oh god…” I moan, when I feel my orgasm building. I can feel Justin still moving in and out of me, but I zone out when my orgasm washes over me like a violent earthquake. My walls tense and constrict around him as my body convulses.
“Fuck.” I hear him hiss, as he shuts his eyes tightly, relishing in the pleasure of my tightened walls. He grips my waist yet again and slams into me with a powerful thrust, before I feel him shoot his hot, thick cum inside of me. “Damn.” He mutters, pulling out soon after and lying next to me.
I remain silent, too spent to move. However, I need to get away. Eyeing him slyly, I pull my shirt together, tying it closed since my buttons were ripped out. He’s lying next to me, easing his erratic breathing with his eyes shut. Now is my chance to escape…
Peering over my head, I calculate the best and easiest way to bolt for that door. Turning back to face him, I notice he’s glaring intently at me with a soft expression. Oh no, is the other Justin back? After two weeks of torture? I’ve been crying for him to come back so neither of us would die. If he is, he won’t remember any of this. Split personalities are a bitch…
“Baby? Trisha? Hey…” He whispers running his fingers through my hair.
“Justin.” I sigh, slapping his hand way. Not this time, I won’t fall victim to that sexy, irresistible man this time. “Stop it…you’re sick.”
He frowns a bit, but a glimmer of anger flashes over his features. “I’m not sick. You just hurt me! What am I supposed to do? Let it slide? Look, I changed my mind on killing you tonight. Hell, I’d have no one to keep me company if I did.” He chuckles, and I now learn that my lovable, kind and caring Justin is never coming back to me. This one, however…he needs to suffer a painful death.
Without a second thought, I jump to my feet and kick Justin roughly on his side, causing him to cough out loud on impact. I can tell he’s shocked frozen, because by the time he gets on his feet, I’m out the wooden door sprinting towards the truck. I pick up my pace as fear once again overpowers me, when I hear him running after me, calling out for me to stop. I don’t slow down my haste. I reach the truck and pull the door open but stop abruptly when I hear him fire a gunshot.
Fear is the biggest test,
It never lets us rest,
So don’t give fear a chance,
To hold you in a trance.
I whip around and notice he has the gun pointed at the sky, while he walks over to me. “You’re so stupid Trisha. Now with that little stunt, there is no way I can make you live. Don’t worry, I’ll replace you soon enough.” He laughs manically and points the gun at my head. “Goodbye Trisha.” He says to me, while pulling back the trigger.
“Oh god…” I cry, closing my eyes tightly, realizing I’m about to die at this very moment. I shouldn’t have done that. I really am stupid because Justin was going to make me live. I can’t feel anything anymore except my rampant heartbeat as my surroundings are clouded with the loud bang of his gun…
Finally fear of death,
Comes with our last breath,
And that’s when one comes to see,
Fear is reality.
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“And end scene.” Justin beams, dropping the gun in the grass and walking over to me.
I open my eyes and stare at him intently while plastering a smile on my face. “That was great baby! You’re going to kick ass in that movie.” I squeal with excitement jumping on him and straddling his waist.
Justin chuckles heartily at me as he kisses me deeply. “Thanks baby. I mean, I was a bit skeptic when I was given the script you know? I mean it’s entitled “FEAR” And it’s about this deranged psycho, controlling boyfriend. He just murders all these people! It’s a sick horror film and I was worried I wouldn’t do the character justice. But I’m glad I have you to practice with. That was cute the way you flipped our real history into the real thing. I’m proud of you.” Justin stares at me lovingly caressing the side of my cheeks. He finally places me down unto the grass and I play with my torn shirt.
“Shit J…did you have to slap me so hard though?” I rub at my aching cheeks when I remember the scene.
“Well you keened me pretty hard yourself, but it was your idea to make this as real and raw as possible. Plus you know I’d never really shoot you even though the bullets are blank.” Justin chuckles and I smile seductively at him. “Damn you one hell of a freak…but I like that.” He coos, pulling me towards his chest.
“Yeah well, even though those scenes will be faked in the movie obviously, we needed it to be as real as possible to let your acting skills out. And you did great babe. You’re going to murder it. Hehe…plus, I like role playing. Especially the rape scene….damn that was hot. Now I’m a bit jealous that Jessica Alba is going to have that scene with you but whatever.” I muse, planting a kiss on my man’s lips. He groans inwardly, and pushes me up against the truck.
“You know no one compares to you Trish…I love you too much to want to hurt you.” Justin admits, placing feverish kisses down the side of my neck.
“Mmmm I know and I love you too baby….but hey, you never told me how the movie ends. You refused to let me read the last few scenes of the script.” I wine.
“Shut up girl…you’ll find out at the premiere…but if you must know, she gets the best of the guy in end. It’s fucked up…that’s all I’m telling you. You’ll have to wait and see how it happens.” He scolds me, while his hands trail up and down my figure. “I love it that we have this entire estate all to our selves. Not a soul in sight.” I note the mischievous grin on his face and glimmer in his eyes and I’m aware of what’s on his mind.
“Oh yeah?” I coax, arching my brows at him.
“Yeah.” Justin breathes. “So, ready for round number two?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I don’t even have to think twice about my decision because we’re already halfway there…
Take it by its toe,
In your heart, open a window,
Throw fear out and you will see,
Once and for all you can truly be free…
*THE END*
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Poems:
An Encyclopedia of Fear by Aram Stefanian
Fear by Aisha Sherazi
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