Smoke, Lies, and Goobyes

5

Smoke, Lies, and Goodbyes 5

Laura's POV

"Norman?" I ask, pulling Mingus to the bar where Norman sits, cigarette between his fingers and a drink in his hand.

"What the hell do you want?" He groans, looking up at me with annoyance.

"I do not babysit your son so you can go to the bar." I say, dropping Mingus's hand for a moment.

"You babysit my son because you need the money." He says, cockily, looking away to a blonde woman, dancing on a guy easily twice her age.

"Get your things Norman, you need to go home." I pull him up, feeling all his weight on my shoulders.

"No!" He growls, flopping back onto the bar stool.

"Come on Norman." I try to pull him up, but this time he growls, getting up and ripping his arm from my hand, wobbling over to the girl. They start to grind, pulling one closer to the other.

"You are fucking hot." Norman said over the booming music. Jealousy flowing over me completely, washing away any remorse for the drunken man I had slept with.

"What about your wife?" Asks the girl, causing me to choke.

"She's my son's babysitter. Nobody important." He waves off the questions and pulls her passed me. I take Mingus, lifting him up onto my hip, stalking right passed Norman to my car, "She's just a bitch. Doesn't mean anything to me." He mutters, kissing the blonde's neck.

"And you are just a prick!" I shout at him. When I get to the car, I buckle Mingus in, thanking God that Alice had gone to my parents' house for the weekend, and today was only Friday. I didn't have to get her until Sunday.

"You think I care slut?" He asks, walking out if the bar drunkenly.

"Fuck you." I mutter, turning away from him. A strong hand catches my shoulder, twisting me around. "What the hell do you want!?" I screech, anger flowing through me.

"You best shut the hell up!" He shouts, his blue eyes glittering.

"The fuck are you gonna do?" I ask, a scowl forming on my face.

Crack, his hand went across my face, knocking me onto the ground, knocking all the air from my lungs. I brace myself on the cold dirty cement, sand sticking to my hands.

"Laura- I-" I stick my hand up, pulling myself up off the ground, knocking Norman's hand away from me as I got into the car, driving to Norman's to put Mingus to bed. Tonight I'd have to stay with Mingus because I didn't believe Norman would be home soon.

"I'm gonna sleep on the couch okay?" I say, looking down to the little blonde boy, his eyes sparkling up at me.

"You sleep in here." He says, patting his Bob the Builder sheets on his bed.

"Okay buddy," I hush, pulling him into my side, his head resting on my shoulder. Soon enough, light snoring fills the room and his eyes are closed. Not long after, my eyes close and I dream about Norman, kissing my body up and down, leaving little nibble marks on my neck, his strong hands sliding over my body.

NORMAN'S POV

"Norman! Norman! Is it true you slapped a woman last night?" Shouts a paparazzi from the street. I was confused. Slapped a girl? Who? Why? Last night I was at the bar.

"I didn't slap anyone last night." I say, looking at my front door before looking back to the eighteen year old in front of me.

"Yes, yes you did." She says, holding up a photo of my hand raised to... Laura. Oh god. I slapped Laura. Oh god, she had Mingus; I slapped my son's babysitter in front of him, the woman he called mommy. Oh, he must be fuming.