SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

Chapter 47 ~ "Too much purple"

JUSTIN

"Sssh baby, it's okay!" I rock Jen back and forth, rubbing my hand along her back gently.
"It hurts..." Is all she can say before heaving once again, bright pink vomit going into the toilet as I struggle to hold her upright in my lap.
Jen had come to as I'd carried her in from the car. I'd stripped her down to put her in the shower, but we didn't quite get that far. We've now been sitting in front of the toilet for over two hours.
Jen brings her hand up to her throat, trying to ease her burning oesophagus, before her head slowly falls back against my shoulder and she disappears back into a slumber.
"Come on baby, lets get you cleaned up and into bed." I whisper.
She lets out a moan, as I hold her steady whilst climbing to my feet, turning the shower on.
It's not until three hours later, at 9:34am that we are able to climb into bed. I pull Jen into my arms, hearing her sigh as she nestles her head into her spot on my chest, vowing to myself to never let her out without me again. I'd learnt my lesson the hard way, seeing her in this state. I was almost ready for a trip to the hospital to get her stomach pumped, but just as I pulled my shoes on, she'd finally disappeared into a settled sleep on the bathroom floor.

JEN

I wake up in absolute agony.
Every muscle feels like it's been stretched, twisted and beaten with a meat mallet.
My stomach doesn't feel much better, and my throat is burning like a bitch.

What the fuck happened?

"Morning drunk ass!" Justins husky voice comes from behind me, as he tugs on my hip a little, attempting to pull me closer to him.
I hiss in pain as I roll over to face him. He looks beyond exhausted. His hair is all over the place, and I can tell it was wet when he climbed into bed. His eyelids are swollen and heavy, as though he's been crying.
"What happened?" It comes out as a whisper, and I attempt it again, but Justin tells me not to talk.
I've completely lost my voice. He reaches over to his bedside table, and cracks open a bottle of water for me. I struggle to sit up a little, and when I do, the water runs down my throat, feeling like a dessert that had never seen water.
Justin goes on to tell me about how worried he was, how his stomach dropped when he found me on the floor. He got angry when talking about Kylie, but also admitted that he was only placing blame on her to make himself feel better. He told me about bringing me home, the vomiting and having to shower me, although he didn't go into great detail about any of that.
It all sounds absolutely terrifying and I feel awful for putting him through that.
I've finished the bottle of water by the time he's finished his story, which ends with 'you're never leaving the house without me again!'
Pulling me into his chest, his arms around me tight, we both sink back into a deep sleep for a few more hours.

*****

"You know, you could get your lazy ass up and help me..." Justin smirks, taking a break from cheerfully singing 'Santa Claus is coming to town'.
"You're doing such a good job though babe, and you look fine as fuck doing it too!" I grin back, scanning my eyes over his body, only clad in his black calvin klein boxers.
I shuffle further under the blankets, glad that I'm finally feeling so much better, and watch as Justin places another purple bauble on the tree.
"Too much purple." I state.
"Excuse me?" He responds, turning to look at me with a frown.
"There's too much purple. You see, you've got most of the purple baubles up top...you need to space them out more." I point out with a lazy finger.
I bring my eyes back to look at Justin, only to see his eyes have darkened. He's fighting against the smirk that wants to take place on his beautiful lips. His muscles seemed to have tensed, causing them to stand out more than a few minutes ago. The sight in front of me sends beautiful shockwaves straight to my core, pleasant tingles of lust quickly causing me to clamp my thighs together.
"You know what? Maybe you should stop being so damn lippy!" He growls, his biceps flexing while he speaks.
"Or what?" I ask, staring straight into his darkening eyes.
There's an electricity brewing between us.
Harsh, dangerous, blissful territory sitting pretty on the horizon, and I can taste it on my tongue.
Justins hand darts forward and grasps the blanket, pulling it away from me and throwing it onto the floor.
His eyes slowly scan over my body, from the tips of my toes, over my tiny denim shorts and loose tank top, before his eyes land on mine.