I woke up with my throat hurting even more than it did last night. I sat up from the bed and put my hand below my throat and squeezed it softly hoping somehow it would help. I even tried to speak but my voice came out cracking. Looks like I had lost my voice.
I sighed quietly. Justin suddenly woke up and looked at me with confusion. “Why the helll are you up this early?” He asks as he looks at the clock and then over at me.
I put my fingers under my chin showing that my throat hurt and that’s the reason why I woke up.
“Did your throat get worse?” He asked scooting closer to me. I grabbed the white board and the marker on the side table next to me before writing something down.
‘I think so it hurts a lot’
“Open your mouth.” He orders me as soon as he reads what I have written. I do what he says and my mouth drops open. “Yeah, the back of your throat is like beat red. I’ll have to take you to the doctors.”
I shook my head quickly disagreeing with his suggestion.
“We have to, your throat is sore. This could be serious.”
I stared at him blankly as he looked around for his phone. Why is he caring about me? He pretty much hit me and hurt me and yelled at me. Why does he all of a sudden care about my health?
He glanced at me looking at my blank face staring at him. “What?” He asks somewhat annoyed.
I shrug looking away. I grab the whiteboard and marker.
‘Why don’t you just take me later? Go to sleep for an hour or 2’
“I’m already awake. I can’t go back to sleep.” He snapped after he read what I wrote. Someone’s not a morning person…
I watch him get off the bed and over to his dresser. He sounded annoyed and still angry about yesterday. Why does he care this much too even take me to the doctor? I ran away from him. I disobeyed him. Why would he even think to help me out after I did all that?
“If you’ve got something to say, say it.” He says probably realizing I was staring into space. I snapped out of it and stared at him giving him a glare. I can’t speak. He chuckled. It’s been a long time since I heard him laugh. “Well, you know, write it on your little whiteboard.”
I smiled weakly looking away.
“Get ready so I can take you now, before Braydon wakes up.” He says. I got off the bed and walked over to the dresser where all my new clothes were. I took out a pair of gray sweats out, a white cami and a gray zip up sweatshirt. After dressing into everything, I put my dark brown hair up in a low ponytail.
I turned around seeing that Justin was watching me do my hair.
“What are you? Like Spanish, German…” I shook my head at both of those guesses. He looked like he was thinking. His hair looked perfect like always and his hazel eyes were somewhat shining a lot at the moment. “Mexican?” he asks. I laugh and shake my head again. “Italian?” He asks. I nod.
He smiled thinking again. He’s all of a sudden being nice to me? Is he really bi-polar?
“Are you full Italian?” He asks. I shake my head. “Part?” I nod. “That’s probably why you’re so sexy.” He says making me happy that I couldn’t speak. He would have gotten a mouth full. “It’s a compliment Lyra. Don’t look at me like that.”
I gave him a confused glare with a slight smirk. I then mouth, ‘are we going?’
“Yeah, let’s go.” He says pulling his hand out in front of me. I hesitate a bit by a hold it. Why? I have no clue.
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