Justin plugged in his phone. It hadn't occurred to him that he hadn't charged it overnight, so it was completely dead. He needed some time to think, anyway. He knew Britney was going to find out about this somehow, and he knew she was gonna freak. Though the two were in love, they've been on thin ice lately because Britney feels like Justin isn't trying hard enough to change, though Justin is seeing a therapist, its almost been a year to get him to this point. The first few times he visited the therapist we would not even open up. Being in the spotlight, Justin was not sure if he trusted this man with telling him his inner secrets. He knew a lot of people who have seen a therapist, only for the therapist to have gone and spoke to Star magazine or Us Weekly, claiming they have never treated the person or their family, or reveal their secrets as "A source, or close friend". As BS as this all was, it was an unfortunate truth of being a high profile celebrity. Money talks. So because it took so long for Justin to open up, Britney became increasingly anxious for him to gain progress. Justin has always been kind of a private guy as well, so opening up to any random stranger has always been hard for him as well. He worked on his music til his phone powered on with a plethora of missed calls and text messages. He grabbed his phone and realized they were all from Britney. Frantically, he hit the call back button on his phone.

Justin: Hey Brit-

Britney: Are you kidding me?

Justin: What?

Britney: What? You've got to be joking Justin. You promise to Facetime me when you get home, and I'm sitting here like an idiot waiting for you, and I get no call, no texts, no Facebook messages, nothing.

Justin: Oh my god, Babe, I completely forgot Britney: You forgot. (She said with an exasperated laugh) You forgot, again. You promised me J.

Justin: I know and I'm sorry!

Britney: Justin this is the third time in 2 weeks. What is so fucking important that you never stop to think "Oh hey, I was supposed to call Britney today! Lets give her a call. "Justin I don't care if you had to send a fucking carrier pigeon out. I was worried sick. What? Did you ignore my calls or something?

Justin: No, my phone died. And it is not the third time in two weeks, quit exaggerating, you always exaggerate, its so annoying.

Britney: You have GOT to be kidding me. I feel like I'm the only one trying to give a 100% in this relationship, J.

Justin: I'm sorry I didn't call okay?

Britney: Oh, haha, and then, I hear that Jessica's boyfriend Josh broke up with her-

Justin: How did you hear that?

Britney: You know as well as I do that word travels fast in this industry. Is it true?

Justin: Yes. He broke up with her for another girl.

Britney: Ha. That's fantastic. A single girl you find attractive living with you, and you all of a sudden have this problem where you don't call.

Justin: How-When did I say I was attracted to her?

Britney: Before the arrangement of you and her was made. I remember things you say, Justin.

Justin: Apparently.

Britney: I'm sick of it Justin, I'm this close to saying fuck it and throwing in the towel.

Justin: Britney stop-

She hung up. He couldn't help thinking what her problem was lately. He knew he's forgotten to call a couple times, but it couldn't have been three times in two weeks, could it have? And of course, now she knows about Jessica, he knew she would freak out this. He didn't know what he could do to make it better. He tried calling her back, no answer. Justin threw his iPhone at the wall. "Damn!" He shouted. Justin could not understand why Britney's problem was lately, if Kevin's wife Shar would have broken up with him, its not like he would go and flip out and think that Britney was automatically hooking up with them just because they lived together. Maybe she was right, he thought. Maybe the damage to their relationship had been done beyond any repair. Suddenly he saw his phone light up with a text message. It was her.

Upon seeing words displayed on the screen, Justin's heart fell through his stomach.

Britney- We're Done. I cant do it anymore.