"Mom! Lance and Carson and coming home today! " Bree yelled , flying down the stairs in her favorite outfit. The black tube top with the white skirt.
"They are? Oh! I haven't seen Lance in ages! Is Carson going to bring Jennifer? Rude girl, she is" Bree's mother, Mary Ellen said, wiping the cookie dough off her hands on the towel beside her.
"Nope! He said he wants to be with his little 'sister,'" Bree said, bringing her hands up to make quotation marks.
"When will they be arriving? I have a cake baking in the oven and some rice crisps treats cooling off ," he mother said, smiling, knowing how much Bree loved Lance and Carson.They were like big brothers to her.
Breeze 'Bree' Chellaite was a very popular movie star. She had starred in six movies in the past few years and was the youngest person to win an Oscar for best actress in 'More Than A Love Song.' She was the sweet, innocent seventeen year old.
She wasn't a Britney Spears or a Mariah Carey. Her mother was very strict about what she wore. No naval, no leg, and no cleavage. Mostly, your typical seventeen year old. Her best friends were not from the local high school or next door. They were Lance Bass from NSYNC and Carson Daily. She had met NSYNC while she was cast a Justin's sister in their movie and Carson from when she was on TRL. From then on those were the only people she hung out with.
Bree heard a car hit the peppled road to her house and she bolted out the French doors as fast as he legs could take her. Two white limos pulled up right beside her and the anticipation of who it was strangled her.
She was thrilled to see her blonde friend stumble out of the vehicle. He about toppled over due to the fact Bree had jumped on him and wrapped her legs around his waist. Hey, she hadn't seen him in five months.
"Lancey! " Bree squealed, hugging him tighter and cutting off his oxygen.
"Bree...need....air.....to...live ," he choked out.
She let go of him and stood back, admiring him. Lance was unaware that someone had followed him. So he, too, was surprised at who stepped out. Lance knew that Bree loved this guy, but didn't know if he was happy that guy was here or not. It was just supposed to be the three of them. Carson, Bree and Himself. Before anyone had anytime to say anything, another limo pulled onto the road.
"Carson!" She piled onto Carson like she did Lance. Hugging him very tightly. She loved these guys.
Carson and Lance said hi and did one of those ghetto hand shakes and a half hug thingy.
"Bebe , what's he doing here? " Carson said nodding his head toward the guy standing by Lance and shifting Bree to his back.
"Fine hello, isn't it Carson? " He said, Shaking Carson's hand.
"Well, Brian, I never expected to see you without the other guys ," Carson said, putting Bree down and resting his arm on her shoulder. Bree could tell that now Lance and Carson were suspicious of Brian.
"Why are you here? " Lance retorted sharply, giving off a your-not-welcomed-here tone.
"I found out that Breeze is going to portray my girlfriend in our movie. I wanted to spend some time with her so I can get to know her ,' Brian said and then extended his hand ," you must be Breeze."
"Hey, Its Bree, to you. Only family is aloud to call her Breeze ," Carson said, slapping Brian's hand away ," come on Breeze, Lance, lets go find your mom. I smell cake," Carson said putting emphasis on Breeze and putting a protective arm around her.
The three strolled into the living room, leaving Brian behind in the anger. Bree titled her head and lipped for him to come.
:Two weeks later:
It was the last day for the three to be together. Actually four, but Carson and Lance didn't like to see it that way.
They had forbid her to converse with the horny male. But she did it anyway. Late at night, when Carson and Lance were fast asleep, the two crept out to meet each other in the summer house behind the pool. They'd kiss and they'd cuddle. Fall asleep on the roof Of the summerhouse, watching the star creep across the midnight sky and wake up just in time to tip toe into separate bedrooms.
Right now, the four were in the pool in front of the summer house. Bree's Sister, Rain, was doing flips off the diving board and Carson, Lance, Bree and Bree's other sister, Rylee were playing chicken in the water. Brian was sitting in the shallow end with his feet in the water. Bree was decked out in her fave bathing suit. The blue one with the isty bisty bottom and tube top.
"We win! We just kicked your ass! HAHAHAHAHAHA! We are the champions we are the champions not time for LOSERS cause we are the champions! " Bree yelled, patting Lance's blonde head from her height above him.
Rain jumped off Carson's shoulders and came after Bree. She hated being taunted.
After their water brawl, which ended in a mere dunking, Rain and Carson decided to go upstairs and get changed. Which left Bree, Lance and Brian.
Bree was about to say something to Brian, but his cell phone rang sharply. She silently cursed to herself. I've got to tell Carson and Lance soon, she thought.
"That was the director. He said that Bree and I need to go get fitted for our costumes ," Brian said, standing up and walking back into the house.
"I'll come with you, if you need help ," Lance said, grabbing Bree's arm.
"No, I'll be fine. Don't worry ," Bree said, hugging Lance. She swam to the stairs and got her towel, then trudged into the house to change.
One Hour Later Brian and Bree were on their 20 minute drive to Houston. Brian was driving. Both had gone and changed. Brian was in a black FUBU jersey and Jeans. Bree in a navy blue tube top and white shorts.
Bree was jamming along to the radio and didn't notice Brian turn off the main road. She was startled when the green mustang came to an abrupt stop. She looked around, she was surrounded by large oak trees and leaves on the ground.
Brian got out of the car and came to Brees side to help her out. At first she thought he was going to kill her, but he opened the door and gently held out his hand. She got out and rolled into his arms. She closed her eyes to smell the romance in the air.
The bliss was cut short due to the way Brian's arms were tightening around hers, holding them against her body. He then took out a piece of fishing string and tied it around her hands.
"Brian? What the hell is this!? " Bree screamed, as Brian pushed her to the ground. Wet leaves stuck to her body.
"You don't really think I give a shit about you, do you? I want some of this famous girl Bree ," He said, giving an evil smile and coming closer.
"No! Stop please! " Bree screamed, trying to slide away from him using her feet. No luck. Brian came down to his knees and waddled closer to Bree.
He pulled a rock out of the ground then brushed dirt off a side. Bree watched as the rock grew closer and closer to her face. And that's the last thing she saw.
Two hours later, Bree woke up. She looked around, no Brian and no car. She saw her shorts and underwear laying on the ground about five yards from wear she was. A jacket laid on the ground, too. But Bree didn't remember wearing it here. She began to let out loud cries of sorrow and regret , knowing that no one could possibly hear them.
She crawled over to her clothes, getting cover in dirt while she was at it. She felt around in the back pocket of her shorts and pulled out the cell phone that Brian had managed to overlook.
She dialed the house number and trying to sound as calm and collected as possible, asked to speak to Lance.
"Hey Lance. I was wondering if you could pick me up," She said, holding back the tears beginning to creep out of her eyes. She pinched her fingers into a tree to keep for screaming out what happened.
"What happened, Bree? Why isn't Brian bringing you home? " Lance asked, he sounded very concerned for her. This was the girl he loved as a sister.
"Oh. He took me to where we were going to shoot the movie and his mom called. He asked me if I'd mind calling you to get a ride home because his mom was in the hospital ," She lied, regretting it the whole time.
"Sure. Where are you?" He asked. She could hear him picking up his car keys.
"Umm....Growing Pines Forest park...I think ," questioned, trying to sound normal.
"Ughh....I'm going to slice that guy in half..,' Lance complained and then a dial tone filled the line. Bree quickly got dressed and brushed her hair with her fingers. In five minutes, she looking fine. And If not, she could act it.
But now, nine months later, The guys have left and Bree is alone. Well,...not really because Lance's group is in town and performing at the Astrodome. But there is no one in the house. Bree's mother took Rain and Rylee shopping at the mall.
She was sitting by the pool. She was not wearing a bathing suit. Just a large sweatshirt and a pair of boxers. She was afraid she might show. Yes, she got pregnant because Brian raped her. She coundn't have an abortion. She refused to kill a baby. Especially a baby that was inside of her. She hid it well, though. No one ever noticed. She told no one. She would be acclaimed as a teenage whore. She sat in a chair and read the 'Varsity Blues' book. And boy can I tell you, there are parts in there that aren't in the movie and it is one HELL of a book!
But anyway, she rested the book on the knees as she pulled her hair up in a ponytail. She then picked up the book and began to read again. She was shocked as a sharp pain came into her side. She dropped the book and held where the pain was , like that could help anyway. And then some short of rush fell over her body. Her water had broke. The pain in her side was still going strong.
"Oh my fucking side ," she said in a whisper. Sure if she screamed the neighbors would hear her. She somehow managed to crawl to the phone. She kept trying to ignore that pain in her side.
She dialed Lance's phone number and looked at her watch. 8:35. He's performing at this very moment. Fortunately someone answered the phone, but it was a female.
"Hello..Lance Bass' cell phone ," The women stated ," He can't come to the phone right now. If you leave your name and number, I'll be sure to tell him you called."
"Get him on the phone. Now ," Bree stated harshly. This pain was taking its toll and its wasn't exactly decreasing.
"I'm sorry. That's impossible. He's performing right now. I promise I'll tell him you called ," The women said, sweetly. She had to be at least 26.
"I'M ABOUT TO HAVE A FUCKING BABY!! THE PAIN IS SURELY GOING TO KILL ME! NOW GET THAT ASSHOLE ON THE PHONE NOW! OR YOUR GOING TO PAY FOR MY FUNERAL! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF HE'S IN A SOLO RIGHT NOW! GET YOUR ASS OUT THERE AT GET HIM! TELL HIM HIS BREEZE NEEDS HIM! " She screamed as loud as possible.
"Umm..okay..one moment ," She lady said. She could then hear loud screaming and Justin singing. She must have brought the phone out onto the stage. Bree heard mumbling.
"Hello? " Lance said loudly.He was probably pulling the other ear so he could hear better.
"JAMES LANCE BASS! I'M GOING TO HAVE A FUCKING BABY! GET YOUR ASS TO MY HOUSE PRONTO! " Bree once again screamed. The pain was making her cry. She didn't think she could hold that thing in any longer ," SPEED IF YOU HAVE TO! THIS IS BREE IF YOU HAVEN'T FIGURED THAT OUT YET!" And she clicked off.
She began to cry like all hell. The pain was the thing she couldn't handle. She could handle having a baby. Being a mother full time. But the pain was going to make her pass out.
After ten minutes of trying to make the pain go away, Lance bust through the door and yelled her name.
"Lance! I'm over here! " She screamed, making sure he heard. She flew around the corner and kneeled next to her.
"Bree...what's wrong? " He asked in all seriousness. If she had gotten him out of performance for nothing he would have her head.
"Lance...I'm going to have a baby. Get me to THE FUCKING HOSPITAL! BEFORE I KILL YOU! " She screamed, her face showing the pain she was in.
"Baby? " He said, carefully helping Bree up.
She lifted her sweatshirt up cautiously and showed him her stomach. You could barely see the place where the baby was.
"Brian, Bree? Was it Brian? " He asked, leading her toward the door.
"Lance, don't ask questions. Just get me to the fucking hospital! " Bree yelled, waddling toward the door.
In the car ride, between the bellows of pain from Bree, she explained everything and Lance just sat there, numb. Now, Lance was in the waiting room of the hospital alone. He had called her mom's cell and she was on her way. He called Carson and he would be on a flight ASAP. He called his friends and they would be there as soon as they could explain why he had left. A doctor came out into the hallway and walked up to him, one of those hats and a plastic robe.
"She needs a coach ,' He said and tossed him the robe and hat and other stuff. Lance put it on and followed him into the room.
Bree lay on a table and Lance took his place beside her. He grabbed her hand but when he did she squealed in pain.
"Doctor..give me some drugs. Everytime I move I get this pain ," She said trying to stay still.
"Breeze....There are some complications....You have to make a choice ," The doctor said, holding tightly to his clip board.
"Yes, doctor? " Lance said.
"See...Breeze..you have a tubule pregnancy. To put it into simpler terms...You either have the baby and die or take some drugs that kill the baby and live, " Bree could tell the doctor desperately didn't want to tell her this.
Bree thought for a moment ," Give me a pen." Through her excruciating pain, she managed to write down something she said she would let no one see yet.
"Doctor, Lance...I want to have this baby ," she said a burst into tears. "Are you sure this is what you want?" The doctor asked.
"Yes...just..could I have one moment with Lance alone ," Bree said as he wiped some tears from her cheek.
"Okay. But you must hurry up.I'll come back with a paper you must sign," The doctor said and led the nurses out of the room.
"Breeze, are you sure this is what you want? I'm going to miss you ," He said taking hold of her hand.
"Lance, through this past day I've realized you have become more to me than just a brotherly figure. I've come to find out that....I love you. I've always loved you. I've been to afraid and overcome by your caring to notice. I love it when you actually care.I love it when you stop in the middle of a performance to come help me. I love the way the front of you hair makes that flip. I love all of you and now that I come to find this out I'm going away ," She said, tracing his face with her hand.
"Breeze...I don't know what to say. All I know is that feel the same way. I love the fact that you called me...not Carson or anyone else. Me. I always thought you only thought of me as a brother. I love the way you smile ," He said, twirling a piece of her hair in his fingers. He leaned down and enveloped her in a passionate kiss. And sang the last line ," I love the way you love me."
"Oh Lance ," Bree started. She took the piece of paper into her hands ," Everything you need to know is on the paper. Don't lose it."
"Bree...please don't go...I love you to much to let you go ," he said again playing with her hair. He noticed she had began to sweat.
"I love this baby. Even though it's not yours. I could never let it not live ," She explained, crying hard sobs.
"Breeze...its time ," The doctor said.
Bree signed the papers , and used her free ahnd to squeeze Lance's hand. He nodded, tears slipping down his cheek.
Lance kissed Bree until he heard the baby squeal and he felt her lips go cold. The doctor came toward him with the baby and announced it was a girl.
Lance held her, his tears falling onto the white baby blanket. He turned to the baby's mother. And said ," That's your mother, Breeze. The one I love."
One hour later, Lance came out into the waiting room with the paper Bree wrote in his hand. Everyone he had called was there. Bree's mother came right up to him.
"How's Bree and the baby?" She smiled happily. Her expression changed with one look into Lance's glazed red and puffy eyes.
"Bree...Bree died....the baby is a girl. Bree wrote this note..she wanted me to read it to all of you ," Lance meekly said, sitting down in a chair.
Everyone was so shocker the letter seemed to read itself , spoken in the voice of Bree herself.
" Dear family, friends and my loved one,
Right now, I am probably gone. I hope my baby turned out okay.
Lance, sweetheart, I want you to have my baby. I want you to love and care for it. Do all the things I would have done If I were still with you. James Lance, I love you with all my heart and soul. I always have and always will. You are my hope and your part of me. My brother and my life. May love carries us through. And, in later years, when you get over me...please...don't hesitate to marry another. I want my baby to have a mother..not just a father figure and views of her mother's grave. Give this women all the love and care you would have given me. Treat her sweetly and never hold me against her. And even if you are with her...please..love me forever..for I will need to know I am wanted and needed in the mortal World. I will watch over you. I will be your angel.
To my mother, I am very sorry. I should have told you and maybe if I did this letter wouldn't be written. I love you so much. I'm happy with the way your raised me. I didn't turn into a Britney Spears. You were always there for me, and I am truly sorry I held this to myself. Keep Rylee and Rain on the right track. Keep my room the way it is. I will come back from the other side and sleep there every night. I will watch over you, too. I love you soooooooooooooooooooooo much. Keep me in your mind. Love me until I see you again.
My friends...that's everyone.... Keep me in your hearts. I will watch over you too. God knows you'll need. I have sperate letters for your in my room. Knock out the door and cut it in half, the letter and my diary are in there.
My diary contains information on the rape. Use this against Brian in the court of law.
I love you all.....but most of all...I love you Lance. I wish we had more time. And I wish we could have been wed.
Love forever in the gates of heaven, Breeze 'Bree' Elizabeth Chellaite Bass
Two year old Bree ran to her mothers grave and looked back at her father and new mother, Jillian.
She kneeled down beside her mothers grave like she did every 4th of the month and began to speak to her deceased mother. Little Bree knew the whole story of her mother. She loved to hear of her mother's bravery. She was told the story everytime they came to visit her. But this time it was different. Bree looked at her mothers headstone and began to speak.
"Mommy....I miss you...Today's the two year anniversary he says. Jillian said she really respects you and says that daddy (Lance is daddy) Will never love her like he loves you. I made you a picture in day care..but I forgot it at home. I'll bring it next time. Mommy ," Bree began to cry. She cried everytime she came ," I want you to come back. I don't know you and would really like too."
"Oh Bebe. My daughter, I love you and I wish I could come back. I want you to know me too. I'm so happy with the decision that I made. Daddy seems so happy. Tell your daddy I love him. Tell him that I watch him sleeping...and that I like that his hair isn't blonde anymore."
"Okay mommy. I love you ," Bree said , kissing the headstone. She waved by and went to Lance.
"Daddy! Daddy! Mommy said she loves you and she watches you sleeping and that she likes you hair! " Bree squealed pointing toward the grave.
"Bree. Stop making up stories. Jilli ,"Lance said," Will you take Bree to the car? I'd like to be alone."
"Of coarse. Okay , Bree , Lets go ," Jillian said, taking Brees hand and walking toward the car. Lance approached the grave of his most beloved.
"Bree...I'm happy. Just the way you wanted it. I want you to be here, though. To see your beauty passed on. She knows you. Your picture are all over her room.Jillian doesn't mind. She wants Bree to know you ," Lance said, beginning to cry ," Brian is in jail. He got life. Your room is still the same , like you want it. You got everything you. and the one thing I've always wanted I'm left without. But I still love you. I'd love to know you still love him..and haven't fallen for some angel up there behind those gates."
A ray of light fell open Bree's grave and Lance look up into the sky.
There, he saw a girl..Bree....Dressed in a baby blue rope, wiping tears away and waving. Above her was a heart shaped cloud.
"That's all I needed ," Lance said...and walked back to where Jillian and Bree were playing patty cake.
"I love you, James Lance...," the wind said, tickling his ear.
THE END!