The tour was set to begin in just two days, and JC was a wreck. Even though Anna was doing a little better, he still didn't want to leave her side. He knew he couldn't disappoint the guys, so he reluctantly agreed to go. He still loved performing as much as he did before, but now that Anna was sick, he didn't want to leave her, afraid that something would happen. What if he got a call saying she had died? He knew very well that he wouldn't handle it very well.
            But Anna was right. He had to go. She had Elizabeth, and he trusted Elizabeth. If something was wrong, she would call him so he would have time to fly down.
            Justin, on the other hand, was acting very strangely. The last few days he had been acting totally different from his normal self. He kept on coming home late, as in four or five am drunk. And Elizabeth had never seen him drunk before, so when she tried to talk to him, he would just snap at her then fall asleep on the couch.
            She was finally fed up with him not talking to her. He barely would say a word to her in the morning, and he usually went out for the day and didn't come back until early in the morning.
            Finally, she was totally fed up with his actions, and when he walked into the apartment just after two am, she slammed him against the closed door. "What the hell is your problem? Don't you know how to pick up a phone?" Her face was full of anger. He could tell by her eyes that she had been crying.
            "What are you talking about?"
            "What am I talking about? Damn you, Justin. The last week you have been going out for hours, and come back drunk! What is going on with you?" She let go of her grasp on him and pulled back to listen. She was just so angry at his recent behavior.
            And not only that. He wasn't even talking to her anymore like he used to. He barely said one word to her anymore, and she felt like they were slowly drifting apart.
            "Nothing's going on," he said. "I didn't know it was against the law for me to go out and have a little fun." Justin rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen and poured himself some coffee.
            "Don't give me that shit."
            Justin turned around abruptly and looked at her. He had never heard her swear before. She always said that there is never any need to use vulgar language. But this was a time Elizabeth felt like she had to put her foot down and demand some answers. And if swearing at him got it done, then so be it.
            "What did you just say?"
            "You heard what I said. Now tell me what the hell is going on? You've been acting so strange. We don't even talk anymore." Elizabeth's voice was quieter now as she sat at the kitchen table. She folded her hands in her lap and sighed. "I don't want to lose you, Justin. If we don't keep the lines of communication open, we could lose everything."
            "You think I want that?" he snapped. He slammed the cup down onto the counter. "You think I like this distance between us? Maybe if you paid a little more attention to me and our relationship, you would see what's going on."
            "What's that supposed to mean? Are you saying that I don't pay attention to you? If this is because of the time I'm spending at the hos..."
            Before she could finish her sentence, Justin was on her again with his hot temper. "This isn't about all the time you've been spending with Anna, if that's what you're thinking." He tried to soften his voice, but everything had been bottled up for so long, he couldn't stop it. "What I don't get is how Anna is so blind."
            "Blind? What on earth are you talking about?" Maybe he really was drunk. Maybe he had no idea what he was really saying.
            "To the fact that her husband and her best friend are having an affair."