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        <![CDATA[ WARNING: This story has several elements of language/drug use. If you ain&#39;t into it, I wouldn&#39;t read.






  THE UNDISPUTED TRUTH
  
  Ch3
  
  
  
  Chris was drunk. Annihilated.
  
  
  He stumbled up his front steps, leaning against the doorframe, blinking down at his keys. There seemed to be too many and his hands were sweaty, and he
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			<description><![CDATA[ <strong>*There is a forward to this chapter at the Blindly I Go Livejournal. Please go there and read Nyx&#39;s journal entry so you do not miss anything. You
can find the Blindly LJ @ http://blindlyyours.livejournal.com*</strong>
<br>
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<div style="text-align:center">
  Fucking Prince Valiant
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<br>
<br>
<strong>Forty thousand Mississippi, forty one thousand Mississippi, forty two thousand Mississippi-</strong>
<br>
<br>
&quot;Hey!&quot;
<br>
<br>
<strong>Forty three thousand Mississippi, forty four thousand Mississippi, forty five thousand Mississippi-</strong>
<br>
<br>
&quot;Hey! Ma&#39;am!&quot;
<br>
<br>
My eyes rolled up (oh god that feels good) and blearily focused on the bartender, who was leaning against the counter, staring at me in concern.
<br>
<br>
&quot;What?&quot; I muttered, annoyed that he had made me lose count in what had previously been a very dedicated effort to count all of the little lines in
the wooden counter.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Are you alright,... ]]></description>

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  <strong>Thirty Minutes</strong>
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<br>
&quot;Thirty minutes. You swear?&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;I swear to God, Nyx. Thirty minutes. I have like, two more things to do.&quot;
<br>
<br>
I sighed, throwing my car into park. &quot;Alright, Chris. I&#39;ll be at the bar.&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;Okay, babe. Thirty minutes. See you soon.&quot; I could hear Chris breathing heavily into the earpiece, throwing stuff around, voices calling his name in
the background.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Bye.&quot; I muttered as I hung up, pushing my car door open. The Florida night air was muggy and my hair was sure to look like a goddamn Chia pet in the
morning and why the fuck was I out here at this fucking bar again? Please remind me.
<br>
<br>
Oh yeah, because my boyfriend was a bar slut and had asked that I accompany him to meet some guy he knew from back in the day (why my presence was required, I
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  <strong>What I Don&#39;t Tell You (Is For Your Own Good)</strong>
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<br>
<br>
&quot;Hey Chris, we&#39;ll see you tomorrow, dude.&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;Oh, ya&#39;ll are leaving already?&quot; Chris spun around in his chair, blinking up at his bandmates in confusion. He had been sitting there for about
three hours working on one project, trying to keep his mind off of his silent phone.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Yeah, I think we&#39;re pretty caught up by now. Get out of here. Nyx is going to kill us for keeping you so long.&quot; Ernie teased, and Chris smiled
wryly. &quot;If I could get her on the damn phone, that might be the case.&quot;
<br>
<br>
Mike laughed. &quot;Damn women. Get out of here, man. We&#39;ll see you tomorrow.&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;Alright, guys. Later.&quot; Chris watched them shuffle out of the room, sighing. He swiveled back to the computer and absentmindedly fiddled with a few
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			<description><![CDATA[ &quot;It&#39;s 9am and you&#39;re listening to the Johnny &amp; Jayde Morning Show on XL 106.7, it&#39;s 80 degrees outside; Happy Friday to everybody! Traffic
is lookin nasty already…&quot;
<br>
<br>
I groaned and buried my face in the mound of clothes that had accumulated on my bedroom floor. Boxes were ripped open and overturned, my makeup was scattered
all over the bed-I was in the middle of ground zero, and I still couldn&#39;t find shit to wear.
<br>
<br>
&quot;We&#39;ve got Chris Kirkpatrick on air today-how&#39;s it goin, dude? How&#39;s Nigels11 coming along?&quot;
<br>
<br>
I smiled despite my frustration and sat up to turn up the volume on my radio. Chris&#39;s familiar voice flooded my bedroom, and I felt butterflies crashing
around in my stomach.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Going pretty awesome. Nigels11 is in the studio constantly right now, but we&#39;re doing great-I&#39;m barely home anymore.&quot; He chuckled and Johnny
and Jayde laughed and started teasing him about his... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <div style="text-align:center">
  Slaves to the Oikos
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<br>
<br>

<div style="text-align:center">
  <strong>December 2004
  <br>
  <br>
  Lakeview, New Orleans</strong>
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<br>
<br>
One shot, two shot, three shot, four. The ouzo flowed out of the bottle and filled the shotglasses neatly in their little row. Barbayannis, the bottle says,
and I tipped the bottle to my mouth and take a hearty sip, my engines warming up before the race. Liquid licorice hits my tongue and I swallowed and took a
quick glance around at the library door. I heard the faint sounds of Mariah Carey screeching out a Christmas song (Scotty&#39;s doing, trust me) and the
catcalls of my family. I didn&#39;t have much time and I capped the ouzo and shoved it back into the liquor cabinet, which was fully stocked, praise the Lord.
<br>
<br>
Two quick movements and the first two shots slid down my throat, easy greasy. I took the remaining two and downed them as I approached the library door,
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  <strong>Fill Me
  <br></strong>
  <br>
  <br>
  <br>
  &quot;He who makes a beast ouft of himself
  <br>
  <br>
  Gets rid of the pain of being a man.&quot;-Hunter S. Thompson
  <br>
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<br>
Hangovers.
<br>
<br>
<br>
Shaking.
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
Fear. Blinding. Intense. Fucking crippling.
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
Heat, so much August heat. Cicadas, I hate them, I want to fucking kill every cicada in the Southernmost region.
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
I close my eyes to block out the sight of the contents of my stomach falling into the toilet. It seems like I spend most of my life staring at the bottom of a
fucking toilet, but hey, I can&#39;t bitch. I do it to myself.
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
I am starting to see the signs of the cirrhosis. Eating is something I might do once every other day, because once I eat, the results aren&#39;t pretty.
It&#39;s not just puke anymore-it&#39;s blood and bile and chunks of my stomach. It&#39;s hard to catch my... ]]></description>

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  <strong>Clawing</strong>
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<br>
<br>
<br>
The day after I had my ill fated appointment with the doctor, I dumped the bottle of tequila down the toilet.
<br>
<br>
It was probably one of the hardest decisions I&#39;ve ever had to make. It took literally all the willpower I had to upturn that damn bottle over the bowl and
dump it. The smell of it nearly sent me to my knees, and if I hadn&#39;t flushed it as soon as the last drop fell, well, I was afraid of what shameful action
I&#39;d have done. I watched it swirl down the drain and I consoled myself automatically with the thought that many more bottles waited downstairs. I had to
shake that thought off, and immediately the buzzing started in my ears. I put on my earphones and blasted them at top volume.
<br>
<br>
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  Bombshell
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<br>
<br>
<em>Two Years Ago
<br>
Jackson Square, New Orleans, Louisiana</em>
<br>
<br>
Jackson Square, by day, is one of the most colorful places in New Orleans. The outside of the courtyard where Andrew Jackson rears up on his horse is ringed
with people selling art, buggy rides, renegade musical acts and spiritual consultants. Tourists choke it, they wear Mardi Gras beads (a sure sign of a tourist
because they wear them year round)they take pictures of everything-Andrew Jackson, St. Louis Cathedral, each other, street performers, even fucking pigeons.
They pay $14 to ride around in a horse (really, a mule) drawn carriage in the midst of rush hour and listen to the loud and colorful driver tell them about
Katrina and the history of the buildings surrounding them. They do not realize nor care that the mules that are pulling their fat asses sit all day in the
suffocating heat. They will gladly fork over $150 for a painting of a... ]]></description>

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  <strong>Necessary
  <br></strong>
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<br>
<br>

<div style="text-align:center">
  I hate to say it but it has to be said
  <br>
  You look so fragile as I fuck with your head
  <br>
  I know it shouldn&#39;t but it&#39;s getting me on
  <br>
  If sex is the drug, then what is the cause?
  <br>
  -Papa Roach
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<br>
<br>
It is amazing the things a person will do in order to fit in.
<br>
<br>
Cheat, lie, steal, kill, smoke. Take another shot, it won&#39;t kill you. Tonight.
<br>
<br>
Take another toke, it&#39;s just pot. Have unprotected sex, because who knows, the Russian roulette has five other empty shots in it. Fuck it. You have a good
reason. You&#39;re in love. You&#39;re safe.
<br>
<br>
And then you find out you have liver disease. You understand that it WILL kill you. You watched your doctor pretend you weren&#39;t lying through your teeth
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  Goodbye Wagon
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<br>
<br>
I am a champion pacer.
<br>
<br>
I cannot stay still. I hate laying down, unless it&#39;s for a damn good reason. And if given the choice, I&#39;d eat my dinner, breakfast, or lunch standing
up, even in public, though I restrain myself. My room back at home used to have a track worn clean down the middle of the floor from my endless agonizing. My
mom replaced the carpet three times, but it&#39;d always come back.
<br>
<br>
I was doing my best pacing of my life right now, but I didn&#39;t have much room. The small examination room in Dr. Triche&#39;s office was not made for people
who have lots of nervous ricocheting to do. I chewed on my necklace and made myself stop and take a deep breath, but it didn&#39;t work. Where the hell was the
doctor?
<br>
<br>
Just as I was about to grab my bag and hurry out, Dr. Triche opened the door and swept inside. He didn&#39;t even mess with pleasantries, which I have no time
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  Fade to Black
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<br>
<br>
He wasn&#39;t the biggest morning person, Chris. Most of the time he&#39;d sleep till noon, sometimes until three, if he had been drinking the night before,
which meant his days were usually half over before he had begun. Years of rising up at the ass crack of dawn to go to interviews and concerts and soundchecks
had finally caught up with him. He used to think, back in *NSYNC&#39;s heyday, that he&#39;d give up all his money and fame just to have a year to sleep, and
he was usually the most energetic. But he got what he wished for, and *NSYNC was over, and he quickly tired of monotony. What he&#39;d do, he surmised, for a
two hour concert, a backbreaking dance rehearsal.
<br>
<br>
But for all his hatred of monotony, Chris relished a nice hard sleep, preferably brought on by loads of alcohol. In fact, it wasn&#39;t until he woke up the
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<div style="text-align:center">
  The Ties That Bind
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<br>
I love my cousin, but I hate her.
<br>
<br>
From the time we were young, it was always Nyx. Nyx is so smart and Nyx is so pretty and Nyx is hilarious and Nyx is the fucking savior of the Earth.
Christobel, why can&#39;t you be more like your cousin? Christobel, if you don&#39;t get to losing some weight, your cousin will beat you by getting married
and having children. Christobel, you can&#39;t eat Nyx&#39;s bowl of ice cream. Have some carrots, instead.
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<br>
<br>
We were born into a large Greek family, and when I say large, we usually had to rent out a banquet hall for family reunions. When people think of those kind of
families, they think we&#39;re all close, despite our numbers, we can&#39;t play favorites because there&#39;s too many to pick from. Well, you&#39;re wrong.
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  My eyes snapped open.
  <br>
  <br>
  Light beamed through the open balcony doors, still flung open from last night. It filtered through the palm trees outside and made ragged shapes on the wall,
  still in the early morning humidity. I did not recognize the sheets I was wrapped in and for a very bad second there, I almost freaked out. But then I felt
  the ache in my hips and legs and I closed my eyes and slowly exhaled.
  <br>
  <br>
  Oh yeah, I slept with a member of a boyband last night.
  <br>
  <br>
  Wow, I never thought I&#39;d ever say that. Let me say it again-I slept with a member of a multi platinum boyband , who once shared a stage with Michael
  Jackson. But that thought really didn&#39;t take me aback as much as the next one did-I had slept with Chris.
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  You&#39;d think this would not sound like such a big deal, considering he WAS my boyfriend, and boyfriends and girlfriends DO that. But for me, it was a... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ This chapter has some NC-17/R-Rated elements. Just warning you. *plays bowchickawow-wow music*
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Maybe
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The Florida sun beat mercilessly overhead as people began to drive up to Chris Kirkpatrick&#39;s house. Nyx watched Chris smile in greeting and hug his
friends, who were coming in droves. She didn&#39;t see the now familiar faces of the other NSYNC boys, but she knew it wouldn&#39;t be long until they showed
up, and the thought made her stomach lurch. She dropped the blinds and took a deep breath, standing up to check herself in the reflection in one of
*NSYNC&#39;s framed platinum records. She didn&#39;t look as if she had been crying for the past ten minutes, which was good, but she did not know which
standard she was going to be held up to, so for the millionth time, she considered changing her outfit.
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Chris had told her that it was just a BBQ and not a record party, but she knew the girls that hung around entourages like these. They were certain to be... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ awesome chapter. thanks for updating! you cant leave me hanging on them kissing and then poof! its over...so thanks...i appreciate it and keep the updates
a&#39;comin! ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <div style="text-align:center">
  Close Enough, But No Cigar
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  I didn&#39;t get out of bed for the rest of the night.
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  <br>
  I didn&#39;t bother getting up or cleaning myself off, or even brushing the fur off my teeth. I ignored my phone and refused to talk to anyone, even Alan,
  who came in periodically to check on me and pleaded with me to speak, which did no good. When he would leave the room, I&#39;d allow my guilt, always
  repressed before, to flood my insides.
  <br>
  <br>
  Until Alan had stated my shortcomings so plainly, I had never really given a thought to what would happen to the ones I might leave behind. My drug and
  alcohol abuse served to please only myself, and nobody had ever really asked me to stop. Plus, now I basically had a death sentence handed to me by some
  richy rich doctor and even I couldn&#39;t ignore science. I had feelings for a man I didn&#39;t deserve, and I was breaking my best friend&#39;s heart.
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  <br>
  I tried... ]]></description>

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  Boiling Point
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  Chris was so horny that it was starting to hurt.
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  <br>
  He didn&#39;t even bother locking his front door, he hurried up the stairs, flung himself onto his bed, nearly falling off the side in his haste, and started
  to take care of his problem.
  <br>
  <br>
  Never, not with any of the hot barely legal fans, not with Danielle, not with the few girls he had been with since her had gotten him like this. Nyx had been
  the fire and he had been the gasoline and once he had started kissing her, he was afraid that he&#39;d never stop. He had no idea she&#39;d respond like
  that, honestly, Chris thought she&#39;d fling herself away, maybe even punch him, but he had no idea that she&#39;d let him actually kiss her. His head
  filled with that soft little gasp of surprise, and he groaned when he remembered how she attacked him back, her fingers in his hair, her mouth biting,
  sucking, melting on his, her... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <div style="text-align:center">
  Shoulda Known
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  &quot;This has gone on long enough, Alan. Wake her up.&quot;
  <br>
  &quot;Christobel, she&#39;s not ready, you can&#39;t just WAKE her up.&quot;
  <br>
  &quot;Fine, if you&#39;re not man enough…&quot;
  <br>
  Fingers dug into my hair and wrenched my hair back and I smelled something metallic; a manicured nail pressed the side of my nose and then I inhaled it: the
  wonderful, sharp, cloying scent of cocaine.
  <br>
  &quot;Sniff.&quot; The voice demanded. Even in my half dead state, I wasn&#39;t about to pass that up. I obeyed, taking a very hard snort of it. The drip was
  horrible, but the sensation made my eyes crack open and I croaked, &quot;More.&quot;
  <br>
  The hand in my hair abruptly let go and my head flopped onto my chest. My eyes felt crusted over, my limbs were aching, and almost immediately my nose
  started gushing.
  <br>
  &quot;Oh for Christ sakes.&quot;... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <strong>WARNING: This story has several elements of language/drug use. If you ain&#39;t into it, I wouldn&#39;t read.
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  THE UNDISPUTED TRUTH
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  Ch3
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  <br>
  Chris was drunk. Annihilated.
  <br>
  <br>
  He stumbled up his front steps, leaning against the doorframe, blinking down at his keys. There seemed to be too many and his hands were sweaty, and he
  cursed under his breath as he tried to locate his house key. When he finally located it, he tried several times to jam it sideways into the lock. Eventually,
  he got it right and almost fell on his face as he fell into his foyer.
  <br>
  <br>
  Too many shots and beers at an impromptu BBQ of Joey&#39;s had caused him to leave the party early. He felt bad at first, seeing as how he never saw Joe
  anymore, but the man had a kid and a woman, and Chris was not really in a party mood anyway. He had snuck away and grabbed his keys before anyone could... ]]></description>

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