Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2006 11:44:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Adam <liberateme03@yahoo.com>
Subject: Because of You - Chapter 1(Introduction)

Disclaimer - I do not know any of the celebrities used in this story. I
will be adding more as it goes along, but in the mean time, I can say
that I know nothing personal of Justin Timberlake or Nick Carter, or for
that matter Wade Robinson. This is a story of fiction.

Because of You - Chapter 1 (An Introduction)


Justin squinted in the dark, he was pretty sure the clock said 2:13, he
was definetly sure that he couldn't sleep. He was having a hard time
adjusting to college life, more than he thought he would. Nights had
always been hard for him, even at 18, the memories of his parents
fighting and late night abuse still haunted him...

He could vividly describe a fight between his mother and step-father if
asked, recall words, actions, when the first tears fell, it was always
fresh in his mind. He was fourteen the first time, when his step-father's
loud, menacing voice woke him up. He walked out of his room, stared down
the hallway and through the crack of his parent's door he could see them
arguing, screaming. After that, it was normal, he adjusted.

When he was fifteen it got worse, his step-father never came home, and
when he did it was a drunken stupor they were met with. That's when then
abuse started, Justin could hear them, arguing, then silence...then
tears. He knew, he wanted to be a man and defend his mother, but he was
scared, so he hid. By the time he was sixteen his mother had gotten smart
and she began to work at night. Justin was old enough to watch his two
brothers, and she wouldn't have to deal with her husband's rage.

He was sixteen, barely sixteen when his step-father first hit him. It was
just a slap at first, knocking him around to find out where his wife was,
where Justin's mother was. No answer was right though, and soon the slaps
turned to punches, always to the temple, to the gut, to the arms, clothes
covered those bruises. Justin didn't say a word, he finally felt like he
was protecting her.

The memories were tough, especially at 2:13 in the morning. He dealt with
them on the inside, because he couldn't externalize them. Speaking,
vocalizing didn't seem like an option, not to friends he didn't have and
a roommate he barely knew. Instead he just held his eyes tight, hoping
that with darkness, sleep would take over.

"Justin, man, shut your fucking alarm off." Nick, Justin's roommate
tossed pillow after pillow at Justin, until finally the curly haired boy
pushed the button. Sleep had come to him and now he was finding it hard
to come out from it. "Fuck man, you want me to lose my mind this early?"

Nick tended to exaggerate, but he was right, Justin didn't want to make
an enemy out of a potential friend. "Sorry Nick, just tired, couldn't
sleep."

"You need to get some then, fuck a tight pussy, that will knock you the
fuck out man." Nick laughed and Justin just ignored him. His language was
crude, not that Justin minded, but he saw no reason for fuck and pussy to
be used by someone so often. (unless of course, it was just fantasy and
not a reality)

Justin looked at the clcok, in the light it was easy to read...8:45. His
first class started in twenty minutes, the walk was ten, which gave him
exactly ten minutes to shower and prepare for the day. Jumping out of bed
he undressed and grabbed a towel, quickly wrapping it around his waist.
He had never understood why some people were so comfortable being naked
in front of others, it just wans't for him.

Opening the door he walked down the hall of the dorms, heading towards
the showers. It was early, some people were up, but most of the doors
were closed. Walking in, he hung his towel on the hook of a stall and
then stepped in, pulling the curtain shut. As the warm water hit his body
he relaxed, not something he could enjoy often.

The heat always cleared his head, always made him think back. After the
beatings became regular Justin had accustomed to them, built up a pain
tolerance, until his step-father noticed. One day in July, when his
mother hadn't been home in over a week, his step-father found him
cleaning the dishes and just watched. Justin grew tense with every minute
that passed, very much aware of the penetrating eyes. The taunts came,
Justin took them, ignored them, he knew he was a man, cleaning dishes
didn't change that.

But when his step-father was barreling him down into the tile floor,
wripping his clothes off, the taunts could go ignored no farther. Justin
wrestled with the bigger, older man to no avail, and while he laid their,
cold, naked he drifted to a different place, his body, remained pinned to
the floor, it's final form of abuse.

After about five minutes in the shower Justin turned off the water and
opened the curtain, wrapping his towel around his waist he walked over to
the mirror to check himself. He would brush his teeth on the walk, he
always passed a water fountain and he could rinse there. He liked those
kind of rituals. Clearing himself in the mirror he turned to walk out of
the room, but was stopped.

"Hey man, hang on a sec." Justin turend to see a naked student standing
beside him, and immediately he blushed. The student saw it in a second.
"What ya blushing for man? I'm the one standing here naked."

Justin fumbled with words and couldn't find any to say.

"Sorry man, it's just, I forgot my towel, do you think I could dry off
with yours? I mean, I'll walk back to my room naked, I just wanna be
dry." Justin couldn't say a word, instead he stared, pondering the
thought of this guy walking naked all the way back to his dorm room.
Justin eyed him up, he was handsome, defined, he was hot, and then he
blushed again.

"Well man....please?"

"Uh, yeah, uh I guess." Justin said nervously, pulling his towel off and
handing it to the stranger.

"Thanks man, name's Wade." Justin stared blankly at the hand extended to
him, before realizing it was meant for him to shake.

"Um, Justin."

"Thanks for the towel Justin, I really appriciate it." Wade handed the
towel back to Justin and then stared for himself. Besides the beauty that
Justin possessed capturing his eyes, their was more. "Whoa man, what the
hell happend to you?"

Justin blushed, wrapped the towel around his body and turned to walk out
of the shower, he did not like to answer questions.

"Um, uh, sorry man, none of my business. Well hey, it was nice meeting
you Justin, you're a really nice guy." Wade said, feeling awkward for
having asked, and then he headed out of the room in front of Justin, and
sure enough Justin followed and Wade walked all the way to his room
naked, Justin, not knowing how someone could do that.

When he got to his room Nick was fast asleep again, already fourty
minutes late for his first class. Justin just laughed and threw on some
clothes then headed out the door.

After it was over Justin lay on the floor, the tears he had cried had no
dried to the floor and he could feel both his own blood and his
step-father's cum leaking on his leg. He lay there for what seemed like
hours, the dark of the night piercing the kitchen window, he was alone.

When his strength came back to him, he got up, threw his clothes in the
garbage, jumped in the shower and went to bed. He didn't sleep, instead
he waited, hoping for morning so that he could get through another day.
And so the days passed like that, each one just a moment to get him to a
destination, that destination ultimately became college. A yearning to
get free from the house that defiled him to a free world.

Each day passed with similar events, by the time he graduated he could no
longer remember how many times his step-father had used him for pleasure.
He could not count the brusied ribs or sore muscles, at some point he had
stopped trying. The summer after his graduation his step-father died in a
car accident, his mother moved to Tenessee to be with her family and
Justin went to college early, getting a dorm for the summer, the summer
he had tried to forget everything. For the most part, he was doing a good
job now that school had started.

As he walked the path it was all familiar now, the way to get to class,
shorcuts, what to eat and what not to eat. He was making habits and that
was calming to him, he insisted to himself that he had worked through the
problems, worked through the grief and depression. Now he was in a new
phase of his life, one he would enjoy and get the most of.