Chapter 12
"You wanna watch TV?" JC asked me.
"Not really," I replied. Chris, Joey, Justin, and Lance had gone to a football game, but JC had volunteered to stay with me.
JC once again sat beside me. "Are you ready to tell me yet?" I shook my head and he sighed. "Why don't you like Justin again?"
Sighing, I said, "He played footsie with me-"
"That's all!?!" he laughed. "Guys do that all the time!"
"Let me finish," I cried. "Anyway, he played footsie with me, then that one day, when you came to tell me about us being on the Rosie O'Donnell Show, Justin was about to force me to.." I let the sentence trail.
"I'm so sorry," he sympathized, wrapping his arm around me. It was silent for a moment. "You know, the guys and I were thinking of calling your mom-"
"My mom�s dead," I said.
He looked at me. "She is?" he questioned and I nodded. "When did that happen?"
"Around five or six months ago," I replied.
"I�m sorry." We looked down at our feet. "Anyway, the guys and I were thinking of calling your dad so he can come and get you."
I looked at him. "JC can you promise me something?"
He looked up into my eyes. "Sure. What is it?"
"Promise me that you won�t tell my dad where I am. Don�t even talk to him." He looked at me strange.
"Why?"
"Just promise me!"
"Okay, I promise," he said. "Can you tell me why?"
"Let�s just say that he was the person I didn�t want to find me."
JC looked into my eyes once again. "Did you run away from home?" he asked me.
"No," I said.
"Why don�t you-"
"We�re back!" Chris announced as the N, S, Y, and N of Nsync walked through the door. He set something down on the small table.
I looked at the package of beer. "A-Are you going to drink that?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of the package.
"You may be underage, but we�re not!" Joey exclaimed, ripping the box open and grabbing a bottle.
I stood up and began to unlock the door. "Where are you going?" JC asked me.
"I�m just going out for a little bit." I opened the door and began to run.
"Alyssa!?!" I could hear JC calling, but I just ran faster.
They�re going to get drunk and come after me just like dad! I kept telling myself. I turned a corner and my arm was seized. I was starting to scream, but a hand was pressed up against my mouth.
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