Two weeks later (Family Reunion)
Two weeks had passed, and everyone couldn't stop talking about the issue Justin did for Vibe. It was one of the most talked subjects on television across the country.
Giselle sat on the passengers side in the car that was parked outside in front of the corner store. She waited patiently for Justin and the bodyguard to arrive while listening to music.
No, no, no, noooo
Don't phunk with my heart
"I wonder if I take you home, would you still be in love baby? In love baby?" she song, never taking her eyes off the book in front of her. "No, no, no, nooo. Don't phunk with my heart." She was startled by someone yanking the driver's door open. She quickly looked away, gazing at Justin who sat in, tossing a bag in the back seat.
"Here." he handed her a chocolate bar. "Now..." he conveyed the car to life. "...to the crib." they drove back out on the road.
"I ain't have no daddy around when I was growin' up. That's why I'm wild and I don't give a 'what'!" Giselle reached out, turning up the volume to the radio. "Don't let my cute face fool ya'." he gawked to the side, flashing her an awkward look.
"What in the...hell are we listening to?" he spoke in a playful tone.
"Teairra Marie." she never peeled her eyes off the novel. "How long do we have to go? This is becoming tiring. Nine hours on a plane and...god knows how long we have in this...rent-a-car." he made a stop at the light.
"Will you stop complaining, woman. Damn!" he spoke mischievously. "Hey, could you get my cell clip from out of the glove compartment?" he pulled off when the light turned green. "When you left, I lost a part of me." he song in a high pitched tone.
"Justin..." she covered her ears. "You're hurting my ears." he continued singing in his squeaky voice. "Ugh! I hate you." she sat back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.
Thirty minutes later, they had made it to Lynn's house where the family reunion was being held. It took them ten minutes to find a parking spot. When they had stepped out of the car, they ambled towards the house with their luggage.
"Go get the door." Lynn spoke to Rachel, her niece. She jogged towards the door. She twisted the knob, quickly yanking the door open. Her eyes lit up that moment she laid eyes on the individual.
"Justin?" she spoke excitedly. "Auntie, it's Justin!!!!!!!" she screamed, immediately jumping on him. He stood there in surprise.
"Rachel..." she hopped off him, pulling him inside. "Will you relax. Giselle..." she and the bodyguard followed him inside. As soon as he turned around, he met up with his mom. "Mom? Hey." she embraced him in a hug.
"Hey. Where's..." she trailed off as she focused in on Giselle. "There she is. Giselle..." she approached her. "I wanna introduce you to someone." she held her hand, leading her further in the house. "You can go put your luggage upstairs." she spoke to Justin. "Come on. This'll only take a minute." Justin carried the luggage up the stairs towards the guest room. After putting their bags away, he made his way back down stairs.
On his way towards the sliding door where most of the people were, he could hear the sound of laughter coming from somewhere in the house. The moment he stepped outside, his eyes zoomed in on someone he wasn't expecting to see. Someone he didn't want to see. "What the hell..." he watched as his mother and Giselle laughed and talked with this person. And the more he saw this, the angrier he got.
"I was just telling Giselle that you were dying to meet her. But I didn't know you guys met already. Justin didn't tell me. Hahaha." Lynn laughed hysterically.
"She's a very sweet girl. I'm happy for him. Really, but um...did he actually sit down and think about this? I mean, with the both of you."
"Well look at what we have here." they looked away, gazing in on Justin. He stood there with his hands in his pockets and a sternly look on his face.
"Justin..." Randall began.
"What are you doing here? I thought I told you I never wanna see you again." Lynn rolled her eyes.
"Did you forget that this was the Timberlake's family reunion, silly?" she spoke with a soft chuckle.
"No. I didn't forget. And I also didn't forget what we spoke about a few weeks ago." he spoke, never taking his eyes off him. "I think you should leave."
"Justin...stop acting like a fool." Lynn assured. "He just wants to talk to you. Now why don't you..."
"He doesn't want to talk. What he wants is to make us miserable the way he left us years ago. When he divorced you for that bitch he calls a wife." he spat out. The three of them stood there in shock. "Come on. I think we should go." he suggested, reaching out for Giselle's hand. She hesitantly accepted his hand, feeling an instant tug between them.
"No. This is going to stop right now." Randall stood in between them. "I'm tired of you treating me less than a father, because that's what I am. Your father." he spoke, pointing to him. "And you're gonna give me the respect I deserve." he turned, eying him down in disbelief.
"Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are?" he spoke, taking a step towards him. "I don't give a flying fuck who you are."
"Justin..." Lynn stood in front of him. "Don't talk to your father that way."
"Father? My father? Ahahaha." he laughed pathetically. "This asshole is not my father. He was never around when I needed help. Or what about the times when you were all alone, raising me allll by yourself. He was never around when you would call. He was too busy fucking his other wife. You know, the one he cheated on you with." she stood there with tears in her eyes. "He never loved us. And I hate to even claim him as a father because it embarrasses me. When people ask where's my father, I don't even know what the fuck to say. Instead, I lie my ass off just to make myself look good. Well I can't anymore. I can't!" he shouted. "You're a sorry excuse for a man. I could never do what you did to me. I could never do what you did to us! I refuse to leave my family for some slut. You shouldn't even be here. You give the Timberlake's a bad name."
"Justin, please..." Lynn cried noiselessly. "You're making a scene. Can we please just...squash this whole thing."
"After he leaves."
"I am not going anywhere." he stood there, refusing to leave.
"Well if he's not gonna leave, then I will." he turned, heading towards the sliding door.
"Wait! Justin, wait!" Lynn followed behind him. "Justin..." she gripped his arm, stopping him in his tracks. "I'm so sorry." she spoke in a hoarse whisper. "I didn't mean to get you upset." he slowly turned to face her. "I just wanted you guys to...I just..."
"Mom..." he wrapped his arms around her, comforting her. "Don't cry." he looked up, gazing at Randall who stood a few feet away from them. "I hate him. I hate him for what he did to us." he skimmed her back soothingly. "He doesn't wanna see me happy. A few weeks ago when he showed up at my house, he tried to talk me into not marrying Giselle. All because of what his family would think. Well..." he released her, slowly gazing around to realize all eyes were on them. "Does anybody else disagree with me being with Giselle? Huh?!" he shouted. "I wanna know who else disagrees with me being with that beautiful 'black' woman over there." he pointed. "Tell me now!" he scrutinized everyone closely. "'Cause I could give a fuck what you people think. The only opinions that matter to me is my mom's and my fiancé. Because I am going to marry her regardless of what you people say. And if you can't accept that, then you're not what you portrayed yourselves to be. I thought this family stuck together. No matter what skin color you are." he paused, taking a moment to survey Giselle who stood there crying her eyes out. "Well I guess I thought wrong." he proceeded inside the house. "I'll stay for you." he spoke to Lynn. "But I'll be upstairs for the remainder of the day. Just until he leaves." everyone watched as he walked out on them, never looking back.
Words couldn't explain how heated he was. He wanted to hit someone just to get his anger out. And he knew the best thing to do was to be spaced out from him just until he cooled off.
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An hour later (4:12 p.m.)
Justin laid in bed watching television and talking on the phone. "Nah. I dunno." he grabbed the remote, quickly flipping through the channels. "I said I don't know. It's just...a lot of shit has been going on that...yep. Mmm hmm." a face had caught his eye. He sat up, never taking his eyes off the woman. "Oh my god." he sat there in shock. "I can't believe this." he watched the familiar woman give a guy head. "I...you wouldn't believe who I see on a porno. You have...put it on five sixty-eight. Hurry!" his eyes were glued to the picture, finding it hard to peel his eyes off the screen. "I know! I can't believe this. Why would she do something like this? Can I call you back? Yeah." he turned the phone off, quickly turning it back on to dial up a number. Seconds later, someone had answered the phone. "Hello? Valeria..." he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Guess what I'm watching right now? A porno. With your face on it. What the hell were you thinking? You think this makes you look like a woman? Maybe because I went out with you, that's why." he looked up, watching Giselle enter the room. "Shit." he quickly changed the station, flashing her a nervous look. "I gotta go." he turned the phone off. "Hey. Bored already?"
"No. I just came in here to put on a bikini." he flashed her a confused look.
"You're going swimming? Why? I mean..." he stepped out of bed. "I was hoping we could spend some time together." he wrapped his arms around her, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.
"We spend a lot of time with each other. This will be a good time to take a break." she began removing her clothes one by one. "I really think you should make up with your father." his head jerked back offensively.
"Make up? What do I look like? A bitch?" she quickly turned to face him.
"He had a point. No matter what happens, he will always be your father. He is the one who gave you life." he rolled his eyes.
"Ugh!!! I don't wanna hear this shit. I don't fucking care if he gave me life. I DID NOT ASK FOR IT FOR THE THOUSANDTH TIME!" he yelled. "I did not tell him to impregnate my mom so I don't owe him shit. As far as I'm concerned, he's dead to me. He doesn't even exist in my eyes." she shook her head pathetically.
"How could you say something like that? Your father loves you, whether you want to believe it or not. He wants what's best for you and even though he hasn't been around to prove that doesn't mean he doesn't care. He loves you and he's trying to make up for all of that."
"Yeah, and how? By telling me who to be with?" he spoke smartly.
"Um..." she held her head down, crossing her arms over her chest. "Maybe you should listen to him. I dunno...maybe we should listen to him. I mean..." she lifted her head to peer in his eyes. "Have we thought this through? Are you sure I'm the woman you wanna spend the rest of your life with?"
"What? Are you kiddin' me? Of coarse! I love you. Not only that, you're having my baby. Getting married would be the logical thing to do." she peered deeply in his eyes as thoughts wandered her mind.
"I dunno. I was thinking...maybe we should take some time apart. I just...I don't want to interfere with you and your family's relationship. You shouldn't let a girl destroy your family."
"What?" he held a shocked look. "No. You're not interfering with anything. I love you, Giselle. You're the woman I wanna be with. I know they're my family, but they will never make me feel the way that you do. You're special." he wrapped his arms around her. "And it's not like my mom disagree with us being together. It's that...faggot out there!" he spoke angrily.
"He is not a faggot. He's your father. And when you start realizing that then maybe...maybe we can be together." he watched as she collected her things. "I'm going to a hotel. I'll meet you back at the house." he stood there, completely lost with words. He had no idea what was going on. Everything just seemed to be moving so fast.
"Giselle? Baby..." she departed the room, ignoring a word he said. "Fuck!!" he quickly threw on some clothes and exited the room. Lynn remained out back chatting with other relatives. She was startled by a loud voice. "Randall???!!!!!" he yelled in rage.
"Justin..." she began. "What's going on?"
"Where is he?" he gazed around the place, balling up his fists. His eyes immediately focused in on the older guy talking to another guy. "There he is." he brisk walked towards the specific guy, feeling his heart pound uncontrollably the closer he had gotten. "You happy now?" Randall locked eyes with his. "Giselle dumped me. All because of you." he stood there in confusion. "Why aren't you sayin' anything? Your big mouth caused the woman I love to leave me." he turned to face Lynn. "I told you he didn't wanna see me happy. He stood here bad mouthing Giselle just because she's not our color. I HAD BLACK GIRLFRIENDS BEFORE AND HE DIDN'T SAY A THING! NOW WHEN I WANNA MARRY ONE, IT'S A WHOLE DIFFERENT STORY!" He belted out. "I don't know if you realized it yet, but you're gonna have a mixed grand baby. Half white and half black!! So I want you to think about that. And I will never bring him to see you. Never!! And you better not come to my house to see him either. If you do...I won't hesitate to kick your ass." he turned, unsuspectingly feeling a hand grab his arm.
"Justin..." without a word said, he swung his fist, striking him in the face.
"Don't you fucking touch me!!"
"Oh my god." Lynn covered her mouth in shock.
"I'm outta here. I'm sorry, ma but I have to go. I can't stay." he pecked her on the cheek. "I'll call you later."
"Justin, you're gonna regret this." Randall warned, holding his cheek in pain.
"You say another fucking word to me..." he approached him. "...and see what happens." one of the guys held him back. "Fucking faggot. You have no right to tell me what to do. I don't care if you're my father. You never acted like one. Maybe if you did your damn job, things wouldn't be so fucked up right now." he shrugged the guy off him. "I'm gone." he turned, proceeding inside.
The following day (8:37 a.m.)
Justin had just made it back home. He pulled up in his drive way, immediately focusing in on a familiar car parked in the drive way. His heart had stopped that instant. He hadn't seen Giselle since the incident, and words couldn't explain how much he missed her.
He stepped out of the car, quickly making his way towards the house. "Ahaha." Giselle broke out laughing. "Stop that." she spoke to Nelly. "It wasn't supposed to be funny. I dunno. I'm so lost. I love him, and I just don't want to interfere with anything." she turned, coming face to face with a specific man. "Justin..." he sat his keys on the bar, slowly moving in towards her.
"I missed you." he wrapped his arms around her. "I couldn't stop thinking about you last night."
"Um...why don't we go to the office." she brushed pass him and departed the kitchen. "I finished your schedule. The WB has this show coming out and they want you to star in it." he followed behind her, ignoring every word she said. All he could focus on was getting her alone. "They faxed the script early this morning, like around six." he followed her in the room, shutting the door behind them. "Here." she handed him the script. "Take a look." he grabbed the script from her and sat it on the desk as he moved in closer to her. He leisurely leaned in, locking lips with hers. "Justin..." she pushed him away. "What are you doing?"
"I know you weren't serious yesterday. You were just trying to be thoughtful, and I understand that." she shook her head.
"No! I wasn't just trying to be thoughtful. I was being serious. I don't think we should see each other in that way anymore. Only if your parents agree to it."
"But you said you love me." he looked down, gazing at her hand that looked naked. It was missing something. And he just had realized what it was. "The ring." he met eyes with hers. "Where's the engagement ring I bought you?"
"Oh yeah. That's what I've been meaning to give you." she pulled out a ring, handing it to him. "I won't be needing this anymore." his heart had sunk in his chest. He had never felt so hurt in his entire life. It felt as if he couldn't breathe.
"Why are you giving me it? It belongs to you. I bought it for you."
"Justin...it's over. And I don't want you to think that this doesn't hurt me." she forced the tears in. "I actually feel like dying. I mean..." she bit her lip in thought. "I don't understand what I did to upset your father and for him not to like me, but...I just..." she cleared the knot in her throat. "It has to be this way." he shook his head, disagreeing with her.
"You don't love me. No. You don't..." his eyes slowly watered up with tears. "How could you do this to me? How could you let someone I hardly know ruin our relationship? You said you love me, but you're not acting like it right now."
"I'm just doing what's best for..."
"What about me? What about what I want?!" he raised his voice. "You know I love you. You're the only woman I love." at this point, he was crying a river. "And I can't believe you would let him do this to us. You don't love me. You never did!" he took a seat at his desk.
"Justin..." her bottom lip trembled with emotions. She felt so heartbroken and out of place. She had no idea how their relationship was going to end up from there on. "You have to believe this hurts me. I'm trying here, okay? I just want what's best for you."
"And I want you. I need you." his face was drenched with tears. This was actually the first time she had ever seen him cry. And she thought it was cute in a way. Because it showed her how much it effected him. "Why don't you just...destroy our baby while you're at it, because that's exactly what you're doing to us. You're destroying us." he stood up "I don't know if I can do this anymore. Being around you and not being able to kiss and hold you is going to drive me insane." he held his head down, debating on whether to take things to the next level. And he knew deep down it would've been the best thing to do. "I think...maybe you should...work somewhere else. Somewhere where we won't be able to interact." she nodded meekly.
"Yeah." she spoke softly. "Maybe that would be the best thing." she examined him for a moment, knowing that she didn't want to do it, but she knew it had to be done. "I'm gonna miss...working with you." this had to be the hardest thing she could ever do because she was so used to being around him. It was like he was her other half. If she wasn't with him, she felt empty. And he made her feel whole. "Maybe we can hang out sometimes." he held his head down, forcing his emotions in.
"I don't think that would be such a great idea. But we can see each other sometimes after you have the baby." a tear slowly escaped her eye. Why did things have to be this way?
"Okay." she spoke hoarsely. "I just want you to know that I love you. I really do love you and...I'm gonna miss you." a cry escaped her lips. "A lot." she sniffled, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. "Oh god." she cried, forcefully sucking it up. "I'm gonna go now." she walked pass him, unsuspectingly feeling a hand stop her. He pulled her towards him, slowly locking lips with hers. He leisurely broke away, resting his forehead against hers.
"I love you, and I will never stop loving you. You hear me?" she nodded, meeting lips with his once more. She moaned between his lips, slowly attaching her arms to his neck.
"I hate my life. Why does it have to be this way?" she cried. "I love you. I love you so much."
"Shhh." he reached up, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Things have to get better from here. I know it's gonna take some time, but it will work out. You're gonna find a man who's...better for you. Trust me." he pecked her on the lips.
"And you're gonna find someone who's perfect for you."
"I could never find anyone as good as you." he spoke seriously. "Never. I would spend a lifetime finding someone like you. Because you're that special." those exact words brought tears to her eyes. Something was telling her she was making a huge mistake. And she wouldn't find out until it was too late.
"I gotta go." he released her, watching her head towards the door. She pulled the door open, gradually leaving the room. He took a seat at his desk, sitting there in a daze. What was he going to do? The woman that he loved left him, all because of his father and what he thought was best.
It was official. He despised his father. And from this day forward, he vowed to never communicate with him. Ever again.
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