The Past Comes Knocking – Chapter 13

Chapter 13 — The Heart That Preys, Part 1

May 27, 2004 – Philadelphia, PA – The Radisson Plaza Hotel – Down the Hall from Heather’s Hotel Room

JT’s POV

Come on God, what in the hell is going on around here?  There’s really a little boy back there, with her.  He—he looks like her, but he also looks like he could be mixed with—with… Oh God, I—I don’t know what to say or think right now.  Come on God, what’s going on around here?  Am I going mad?  Am I fucking drunk or what?  This can’t be happening… This can’t be real!

Lawd, what in the hell is she doing here with a little boy?  What is she doing here with a little boy that she claims to be mine?  I—I’ve never slept with her or any woman for that matter, so how can she have a little boy that she claims to be mine?  How God, how is that possible?

“Oh thank God,” I heard Nikki’s voice behind me as I turned to look at her.  “What’s going on JT?”

“She really has a little boy,” I said, looking at her closely.  “The little boy looks like he could be a mixed-race child and…”

“Hmmmm,” she said, looking at me closely.  “Could be, but that doesn’t mean it’s your child JT.”

“Yeah, but—but he—he has that look and I’m having a strange vibe right now,” I said, thinking that little boy could really be mine.  I just don’t know how, since I know I’ve never had sex with her.

“How could he be yours, if you’ve never slept with her JT?”  She asked, crossing her arms across her chest.  “You have to have sex to have a child JT and as things are, you’re gay.  She doesn’t have the right equipment for you, I’m guessing.”

“I don’t know what’s going on around here Nikki, but I think that little boy down the hall is mine,” I said, shaking my head.  “I just don’t know how that is possible.”

“Well maybe you need to go find out, if you think he’s yours JT,” she said, looking at me with a strange look on her face.  “The only way you’re going to find out that information is going straight to the cow and from what I’ve heard so far, she’s back there in that room with the little boy.”

“Don’t you start too,” I said, not wanting her to start acting like Mo’ette.

“Well I’m just saying JT,” she said, looking me in the face.  “All of your answers are back there in that room.  You have to go get them, if you want to know.”

“Yes, I know and I’m scared of that,” I declared, looking down again. “But it’s really late and I think sleep is going to win out, more than my curiosity and questions right now.”

“Before you think about sleep, you’re going to be bombarded with more questions,” she said, turning and looking down the hall as she turned back to me.  “Justin.”

“Justin,” I said, looking down again, forgetting all about him.  “Damn it, I bet he’s freaking out, probably more than I am right now.”

“You think,” she said, shaking her head.  “What do you think is going through his mind right now?”

“Hell, I don’t know,” I replied, trying to actually think of what he might be thinking in a situation like this.

“Maybe you should go find out,” she said, sighing.  “I’m going back to my room.  You can fill me in on the rest of this drama, at a later time hopefully.”

“Okay,” I said as we both walked towards Heather’s room to collect our so-called counterparts.  “Thanks Nikki.”

“Anytime friend,” she said with a small smile on her face.

An Hour Later – Mutual Attraction’s Suite – JT’s Hotel Room

Justin’s POV

I just got back here and right now, I—I don’t know what to actually think about things.  Has JT been lying all these years or is Heather the one lying, like always?  I don’t know whether to believe him or her, but right now, the evidence seems to be on her side in things.  Like dang, there’s actually a little boy down there with her, so no one can actually call her a liar about that fact, but is that little boy really JT’s son or what?

God, why is this happening to me?  Is everything in my life going to be a damn hurdle?  This was supposed to be easy, not this—this damn hard.  This is really scaring the hell out of me right now.  I’ve known JT for a long time and since I’ve known him, he’s always been gay and claims he’s never laid a hand on a woman sexually, so how did that little boy, that looks so much like him, get here in our world?

“Come on God, what’s really happening here?”  I asked aloud as the light in the room came on.

“I’m not God, but I can do my best to try to answer the question,” I heard behind me as I turned around to see Marc, JT’s supposed to be ex manager, sitting on the sofa with a smug look on his face.

“What in the hell are you doing here?”  I asked, walking over to where he sat.  “You’re supposed to be in jail.”

“You know lawyers are a beautiful thing handsome,” he said, getting up off the sofa as he stood up, moving in front of me.  “If you pay them enough, they can do a whole lot for you.  I’m sure you know that already.  Come on Justin, you know money runs the world.”

“I don’t care how much you paid, you should be in jail right now for all the things you’ve done,” I said, pointing my finger in his face.  “You did a whole lot of crumby things and…”

“Do you want to know what’s going on with JT or do you want me back in jail, it’s your choice Justin,” he said, looking me in the face, knowing that my interest in what was going on would probably win out over him going back to jail for breaking the temporary restraining order that’s lingering over his head, that JT and Nikki had placed against him.

“Okay Marc, what do you know?”  I asked, keeping my eyes on him.

“No no no Justin, what do I get out of this, for telling you what you want to know?”  Marc asked, smiling at me.

“Are you trying to make a damn pass at me Marc?”  I asked, stepping back away from him.

“Let’s not call it a pass Justin, let’s just call it an incentive.  You give me something and I tell you what you want to know.  We both win with that little scenario, don’t you think?”  He asked with a smile on his face.

“How dare you!”  I snapped, turning around and walking towards the door.  “How in the hell did you get in here any damn way?”

“Regardless of what you might think Justin, I still have my sources around here,” he replied.  “Because JT and Nikki hate me, that doesn’t mean that everyone around here does.  Some people agree with some of the things I’ve done.”

“Yeah right.  Those people that agree with you are just as slimy as you are,” I said, shaking my head.  “Since you’re here, against the restraining order that JT and Nikki have against you, why don’t I help you out in a hurry and…”

“What?  No, you can’t do that Justin,” he said, rushing to get to me, grabbing my hand as I pushed him backwards off of me.  “I have something you want.  You can’t—you can’t just throw me out.”

“I’m sure I can find out what I want to know, from someone else.  I’m not about to lower myself to your slimy ass standards, just to find out some information,” I stated, crossing my arms across my chest.  “Get out of here, before you make me regret, not calling hotel security sooner.”

“Come on Justin, I know you want to know what I know,” he said with a sly smile on his face.

“No thank you,” I replied, opening the door.  “Get out Marc, before you see the police sooner than you should.”

“But I can give you what you want right now and you wouldn’t have to wait, as I’m sure you would if you waited on others to tell you,” he said, smiling brightly.  “I’m right here and I can tell you what you want, just give me what I want.”

“As I said, I can find out what you probably know from someone else, that isn’t going to try to get sex or whatever the hell it is, that you want from me right now.  Get the fuck out of here Marc!”  I snapped as a security guard rushed over to the door.

“Marc?  What in the hell are you doing here?”  The security guard asked, pulling out his walkie-talkie.  “You’re not supposed to be within one hundred feet of JT or any of the others here.”

“JT’s not here, so I’m not violating the damn restraining order,” Marc stated, moving passed the security guard.

“Where is JT?”  I asked, looking at Marc and then over at the security guard.  “That’s rather odd; I haven’t seen him since I’ve been back here.”

“He’s not here sir,” the security guard replied, looking at me strangely.

“Something’s up,” I said, moving around the security guard, walking out of the room and heading towards the suite door.

Previously – A Few Floors Down – Heather’s Hotel Room

“JT,” Heather said as she moved away from the door, extending her hand, waiting for JT to walk in.

“Okay Heather, I’m here,” JT said, walking into the room.  “What in the hell is going on here?  Who’s that little boy?”

“He’s your son JT,” Heather replied, walking over to the sofa and sitting down, motioning for JT to sit down also.  “There’s nothing more to say in that regard.”

“No Heather, there’s a whole lot more to say in this regard.  How is that little boy my son?  How in the world did we have a son together?  It’s not possible Heather, we’ve never slept together,” JT stated as he flailed his arms around.  “I’ve never slept with you to produce a child.”

“Yes, you have,” Heather stated as JT stopped and then looked at her as he got up from his seat.

“You’ve really lost your damn mind Heather,” JT stated as he shook his head and then turned around.  “We’ve never slept together.  What game are you trying to play here woman?”

“I’m not trying to play a game at all JT,” Heather responded, getting up.

“Yes you are,” JT replied, pointing his finger at Heather.  “We’ve never slept together Heather.”

“Yes, we have JT,” Heather replied, walking over to JT.

“No, we haven’t,” JT stated as he shook his head.

“Fine, if you don’t believe me, get a paternity test done,” Heather stated, looking JT in the face.  “Caleb is your son and a paternity test will prove it to you.”

“Fine, I’ll get a paternity test and when the results come back and prove that I’m not the father, you need to go and get yourself some mental help,” JT stated as he shook his head.  “I can’t believe you’re causing all of this, in the midst of something else going on.  What is wrong with you?  Like old damn times, you always had to be the center of attention and when you weren’t, you made yourself the center of attention.”

“Hold up JT, I’m not the one that’s causing something here, you are,” Heather stated as she pointed her finger at JT.  “You’re the one that’s causing a problem here, not me.  I’m here with our son, like I should be.  You’re the one that’s destroying what we should have.  You—you did this, not me.”

“What!”  JT snapped as Heather turned and looked at the bedroom door and then turned back to him.

“Calm down, don’t you dare wake up our son,” Heather chastised JT as he glared at her.

“He’s not our son, he’s your son possibly, but not mine,” JT stated as Heather shook her head with a mean look on her face.  “I can’t believe you’re doing this.  Why are you putting that little boy through this, whatever the hell this is?”

“You’re doing that, not me,” Heather stated, shaking her head again.  “It’s time that you took a role in his life.  I—I’ve raised him for ten years; it’s your turn now.”

“It’s not my turn, I’m not his father,” JT said, shaking his head.  “You really need to get yourself some help Heather.  This has gone a bit too far.  This goes further than you making claims that Fred had made passes at you, while he was drunk at one of the cast parties and that Albert, Damon and Josh had beaten you up and raped you on the set one night after rehearsals.  What are you going to say and do next woman?  How far are you willing to go Heather?”

“How dare you!”  Heather growled, glaring at JT.

“How dare I what Heather, tell the truth about your mental stability?  I shouldn’t talk about your lies?  I shouldn’t be talking about the things you’ve done to ruin the lives of other people, because they had something you didn’t have,” JT said as he shook his head.  “Because of the lies that you told, Fred lost his family!  The lies you told made his wife leave him.  She filed for divorce a few days after your little lies hit the press and she took the kids away from him.  That hurt him and drove him to drinking and even…”

“From what I hear nowadays, you would know about the drinking and the drugs too,” Heather sarcastically said, glaring at JT and then turned her head.

“Yeah, sure I do.  I know a lot about drinking, you’re one of the reasons why I drank so much back in the day.  It was always you Heather.  I always defended you to other people and then you do this to me,” JT stated as he looked down and then shook his head.  “Why are you doing this to me?  What did I ever do to you, to make you want to do something like this to me?  Do you hate me that badly?  You would have to, to do something like this to me!”

“I don’t hate you,” Heather stated, walking around the sofa to JT.  “I wish you would… JT, Caleb is your son, if you would just…”

“No Heather, stop this.  I—I’ve had enough of this,” JT said as he shook his head and then sighed.  “I’m not going to stand here and have you continuously tell me that little boy is mine, when I know he’s not.  We’ve never slept together!  Stop this madness, before you cause a bigger problem here!”

“What in the world is going on out here?”  JT heard behind him as he turned to see the woman he saw earlier, standing there with her hands on her hips.  “Caleb is awake and he wants to know why his mother is fighting with some man.”

“Who in the hell are you?”  JT asked, looking at the woman strangely.

“You don’t talk to her like that,” Heather stated, glaring at JT as she walked towards the room where her son was.

“You don’t fucking tell me how to talk!”  JT snapped, shaking his head as he pointed his finger in Heather’s direction.  “Vanessa Jameson is no damn where in this room!”

“I don’t care if your mother is or isn’t in this room.  I won’t have you talking any kind of way to my friends, because you’re…” Heather stated as JT interrupted her.

“Shut the hell up Heather!”  JT snapped, walking towards Heather.  “I’ve seen and heard enough for one damn night.  I will see you in the morning so we can fix this so-called problem here.”

“What are you talking about, fix this so-called problem?”  Heather asked, looking at JT strangely.

“In the morning, we’re going to get a paternity test,” JT stated, glaring at Heather.  “Since you claim that little boy is my son, you’re going to prove it.”

“I don’t have to prove anything, I know the truth here JT,” Heather stated, glaring at JT.

“Well if you want recognition from me of him, being my son of course, then it needs to be proven that he’s my son and when it’s proven that he’s not, I want you to get the hell out of my life.  You’ve taken things a bit too far this time!”  JT snapped, throwing his arms up.

“Fine, have it your way JT, but you’ll be proven wrong,” Heather said with a frown on her face.  “You want a paternity test, that’s totally fine with me.”

“Fine,” JT said, glaring at Heather as he turned and walked towards the door as the other woman watched him.  “I’ll see you in the morning, bright and early.”

After 7 AM – Mutual Attraction’s Suite – JT’s Hotel Room

“Oh baby, where have you been?”  Justin asked, walking over to JT and hugging him.  “I’ve been worried to death about you.”

“I’m fine,” JT replied, pulling away from Justin as he walked over to the windows in the room.

“Are you sure, you don’t’ sound fine baby,” Justin replied, walking up behind JT.  “What’s going on?  Where have you been all night?”

“I’ve been walking around,” JT replied, sighing as he rubbed at his head.  “I’ve been trying to make sense of everything going through my mind.”

“Make sense of what baby?”  Justin asked, caressing JT’s cheek as he stepped around in front of him.

“Trying to make sense of what Heather said, what’s currently going on with my career, you, the group, everything,” JT responded as he looked down at his hands and then sniffled.  “I—I don’t know what to think about everything going on right now.”

“Why not baby?  Have—have you changed your mind about things, about us?”  Justin asked, looking down as he stepped away from JT.

“Should I be changing my mind Justin?”  JT asked, lifting Justin’s chin so they could look each other in the eyes.  “Should I be changing my mind about you Justin?”

“I don’t want you to change your mind about me baby,” Justin replied, moving in close and kissing JT’s lips.  “What happened between you and Heather?  What’s going on?”

“She has a son named Caleb,” JT replied, sighing.  “She claims that he’s my son, but we’ve never slept together.  I—I think she’s trying to run a game here, but I—I don’t know.  I’m getting a real bad vibe about things here and it’s scaring the hell out of me.”

“Why baby?  If you two have never slept together, why are you worried about this?”  Justin asked.

“Because something here doesn’t feel right,” JT said as he sighed again.  “Something’s not right here and I can feel it.”

“Such as what baby?”  Justin asked.

“I—I feel like that kid could be my son,” JT stated, looking down again as he sighed and then shook his head.

“How is that possible baby?  If you two have never had sex, there’s no possibility of that kid being yours,” Justin stated as he looked at JT strangely.  “Baby, are you hiding something from me?”

“No, I’m not hiding anything from you,” JT answered, sighing again.  “I just feel… I feel that this little boy is mine.  From what I saw, he has some features of mine, I just don’t know how that is possible though.”

“What did Heather say?”  Justin asked.

“She just kept saying that he’s mine.  She said that we slept together, when I know we haven’t done so.  She said that I was responsible for what’s happening, that I’m causing the drama here, not her,” JT stated as he sniffled and then wiped at his eyes.  “So, to help solve this issue, we’re going to get a paternity test this morning.”

“There isn’t a need for a paternity test if you know you haven’t slept with her baby,” Justin stated.

“Yes there is,” JT said with a frown.  “She’s not going to stop with the lies until it’s proven to her otherwise.  I don’t need this looming over me Justin.  I want to get this shit nipped in the bud as quickly as possible.  I don’t want this getting out, that I possibly have a son and I’m not recognizing him.  There is too damn much shit going on in the media already.  I don’t need anyone getting wind of this shit too.”

“Calm down baby,” Justin said, sighing as he pulled JT close and hugged him.

“No Justin!  Don’t tell me to calm down!  You’re not the one this shit is happening…” JT said as Justin held up his hand.

“It’s happening to you, but I’m here with you, so I’m feeling the effects too,” Justin stated as he looked down.

“Whatever,” JT said, turning away from Justin.  “Your name isn’t already out there, in the spotlight, like mine is, with the current shit going on.”

“Well, that’s because you haven’t checked the news lately,” Justin said, pointing at the television.  “Some of the news channels have outed me, but I’m okay with that.”

“Outed you, how?”  JT asked.

“Let’s just say that your last concert was my coming out party,” Justin said, looking at JT closely.  “So, I’m out baby and I’m in the spotlight, just like you.  They have us connected and Glitter has already given her take on things.”

“She’s what!”  JT snapped, shaking his head as he waved his hand.

“Yeah, she’s already given an interview,” Justin stated, crossing his arms across his chest.  “So it all be official.”

“I knew that heffa was going to be trouble,” JT said, sighing yet again.  “Oh well, just another damn thing to add to the list of problems that need fixing.”

“I don’t see that as a problem that needs fixing baby,” Justin said, walking over to where JT stood.  “If the world knows we’re together, there shouldn’t be a problem.  I’m okay with it.”

“Yeah, you are for now,” JT said as he turned and walked towards the door.

“Baby, wait… Where are you going?”  Justin asked, following behind JT.

Philadelphia International Airport – A VIP Area

“Lynda, what’s going on?  What are we doing here?  Why did you have me drop everything and meet you here in Philadelphia of all places?  Is everything alright, are you alright?”  Paul Hamilton asked, walking over to where Lynda Hamilton stood, watching a television monitor in the room.

“No Paul, everything’s not right.  I’m not alright.  I had you come here, so you could possibly stop me from killing Justin, when I find him and get my hands on him,” Lynda Hamilton, Justin’s mother spoke as she shook her head and then sighed.  “Have—have you seen the latest news reports of what he’s been doing?”

“Yes dear, I’ve seen a few of the reports on the news,” Paul replied as Lynda eyes widened.  “Lynda, Justin’s a grown man, he can…”

“That’s right Paul, he’s a grown man, that’s about to ruin his damn career,” Lynda said as Paul shook his head, placing a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

“That’s just it dear, it’s his career to ruin, not yours,” Paul stated as Lynda hauled off, smacking him across the face as his eyes widened.  “Lynda…”

“No Paul, that’s not his damn career to ruin, it’s our career.  A whole lot of blood, sweat and tears went into helping him get to where he—where he was, since he seems to be plummeting now!”  Lynda snapped, pointing her finger in Paul’s face.

“Dear, you need to calm down.  You’re making a scene here,” Paul said, looking around as other patrons around in the room watched them.  “Justin’s a grown man; I’m sure he can handle things on in his life.”

“No Paul, apparently he can’t, since he’s here, somewhere around here, doing only God knows what,” Lynda said, crossing her arms across her chest as she glared at Paul. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re okay with all of this?”

“What’re you talking about darling?”  Paul asked, looking at Lynda closely.

“You’re okay with him being gay and with that—that black man,” Lynda said, looking at Paul closely.

“I have no choice but to be okay Lynda, it’s not my life, it’s his,” Paul stated, looking at Lynda with a loving look on his face.  “Justin’s a grown man; we have to let him be his own man.  There’s nothing we can do to change what has happened and we can’t change his heart.  If that black man is the person that he loves, there’s nothing you or I can do to stop that.”

“Paul, he’s ruining his life, his career,” Lynda said, shaking her head.

“Again, it’s his life, it’s his career Lynda,” Paul said as he caressed Lynda’s cheek.  “Are you here in Philadelphia, to try and change his mind about the choices he’s made?”

“Yeah, that’s why I—we’re here,” Lynda replied with a frown.

“Well I think we’re wasting our time here Lynda,” Paul stated, kissing Lynda’s lips.

“I don’t think I’m wasting time here Paul.  I—I need to talk to him about all of this,” Lynda said as she looked down.  “I need him to tell me what’s going on.  If he’s gay, that’s fine; he just needs to be sure about what he wants.”

“Lynda, there’s nothing that needs to be talked about,” Paul stated, pulling Lynda to him, hugging her close.  “Justin isn’t a baby anymore, he’s a grown man that can…”

“He’s still my baby and I feel he’s making a big mistake,” Lynda said as the tears streamed down her face.

“If he’s making a mistake, it’s his mistake to make baby.  He’s the one that has to experience the mistake and learn from it,” Paul said as he rubbed Lynda’s back.

“I—I just can’t…” Lynda said as Paul shook his head.

“No baby, we need to let Justin live his life,” Paul said, pulling back from Lynda as he kissed her lips again.

“Once I talk to him, then we can leave and he can live his life,” Lynda said, looking Paul in the face.  “Don’t fight me on this Paul, you won’t win.”

“I… Okay baby, let’s go find Justin,” Paul said with a defeated look on his face as he grabbed his things as he and Lynda walked out of the area.

To Be Continued…