The Baby Blue Bentley {Russell Westbrook}

Chapter XVIII

"Monica! Mo!" I heard a voice come from the foyer of the house. It sounded like Russell's. I groaned into my pillow and rolled my eyes. I really didn't want to deal with him right now. He was the least of my worries. "Monica! I know you're in here!"

I took a deep breath, "What do you want!" I yelled, hoping he would hear me from my bedroom. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, knowing he heard me. I held the covers over my head as he erupted through the door and into my room.

"Ugh, Monica, what the hell is going on with you?" He asked me.

"Leave me alone," I said, pulling the covers further over my head. He yanked all the covers and blankets off my bed. "Hey!" My hair was in a rat's nest from me laying in bed for five days, and I'd bet I looked like hell.

"Oh... Wow, you really look terrible," He said as I flicked him off. It was dark in my room, the only light coming from the sun outside trying to peak through my curtains. "Really?" He asked, picking up the empty Grey Goose bottle from my nightstand and dropping it into the trash. He opened up the curtains all the way, letting all the light in. I shielded my face, my eyes burning from the sight of light.

"Ow, stop!" I warned him, grabbing the covers and pulling them back over my face. "How the fuck did you even get in here?"

"Mo, talk to me," He said, sitting at the edge of the bed, putting his hand on my thigh. "Please talk to me. Why are you being all.... Unlike you?"

"I thought you said I would be back to you days ago," I snapped, my voice full of venom. I didn't want to talk to Russell about anything. I didn't want to talk to anyone about anything.

"Yeah, well, I was wrong for once," He attempted to joke, which didn't earn any laughter from me. "Look, I was a dickhead. I also wasn't completely honest with you..."

"You think?" I shouted, but lowered my voice when my head pounded from me raising my voice. I groaned in agony. "It was your brother at the door. It wasn't a salesperson."

"I told you to stay-"

I cut Russell off before he could say anything more. "And I didn't."

I could tell he was caught off guard by the change of my demeanor and how snappy I was being. Frankly, I didn't care. Russell deserved it. "What else did you hear?"

"You called me a meaningless whore, not that I expected I meant anything to you or anything," I shrugged. Russell opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off again, "No, it's okay. I don't mean anything to anyone. I'm used to it."

"Stop, don't you fucking say that," He said. "I didn't mean what I said. You know how I can be. I say stupid shit I really don't mean. I didn't mean that at all."

"So, I mean something to you?" I ventured to ask as Russell scratched the back of his neck.

"So why are you in here? What's up with you? What's wrong?" He completely changed the subject. I could tell he was uncomfortable. I shook my head, not wanting to remember anything about the other night. "Tell me. Seriously. I'm here."

I groaned. "Sean knocked up my sister."

"Are you serious?"

"I wouldn't joke about this shit." Russell looked shocked, but soon tossed his emotion to the side.

"That doesn't surprise me, I knew that guy was a dickhead," Russell held me in his arms. Something I never expected him to do. "You can cry if you need too."

"I'm not gonna cry. I don't need him. All I need is you," The words tumbled from my lips before I could even stop them. "I'm sorry, I-" He reached for my hand and interlaced our fingers.