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Written 8/19/16
Zaida POV
"Does this make me look old?" Justin comes out of the dressing room in a grandpa suit.

"Yeah. Like a grandpa." I laugh.

"You're mean." He pokes his bottom lip out.

"You asked." I put my hands up in defense.

"Why don't you try on a gown, you know just for the fun of it?" Justin asks.

"I'll pass, I don't like how I look in dresses." I shake my head, looking down at my hands. Justin walks away towards the women's apparel of this fancy ass store and I already know what he's doing. I laugh when I see a worker tell him it's not his size and he just embarrassingly points to me.

"Try this one on first." Justin drops the dresses onto the couch in front of the dressing room and throws one at me. I groan and go try it on. I'm really trying to avoid unnecessary arguments with his childish ass.

"Zip me." Justin eagerly complies and zips the back of my dress for me.

"We're definitely getting this." He licks his lips as I do a 360. Before I can protest he rushes me in to try on the other 6.

After the torture of trying on all those dresses, Justin takes off towards the register purchasing 3 of the 7 dresses (because those were the ones WE liked best) and 2 new suits for him.

"Ready to go?" We walk out the store with our bags.

"How much did all that cost?" He ignores me and I repeat myself and stand in front of him.

"Like 500k or something, pretty cheap I guess." He scratches the back of his neck looking at the receipt.

"Justin! That's a shit tone of money. Take the dresses back right now!"

"No." He grabs my arm and we continue walking out of the mall.

"You never listen." I whisper angrily.

"Babe, I heard you loud and clear. I just didn't want to do what you say." He laughs.

The car ride home is silent.

As soon as we get to the house, I snatch his keys and go inside.

"I should be able to spoil you without you being pissed at me. It's my money and I love you, therefore I'll buy you all the shit I want." He protests. I sit with my back to him on the chair in the living room. I hear him putting away all of our clothes in the closet. "Stop being mad! Come up here! I'm lonely!" He whines, yelling down to me. I stomp up the stairs to see him waiting for me in bed. "Lay with me. I'm tired." I sigh and peel back the blankets and cuddle up to him.

"You're right. I shouldn't have gotten mad, you're just trying to be nice." I sigh.

"Because I wuv you so vewy much." He kisses my cheek and we laugh. "Why do you get so angry when I buy you stuff?"

"I'm just not used to it and I feel like I don't deserve it. I grew up working for my own and I'm just used to me, buying me things." I laugh at the sad truth.

"I didn't know. I'm sorry. If it really makes you that upset I won't do it....so much." I laugh and reassure him that it's fine and I'm over it.

With that we drift off to sleep.

A couple hours later I awake in a cold sweat, breathing hard.

"Oh my god." I grab my hair while trying to shake the new memory from my head. I had a nightmare/flashback of an incident that happened sometime in the first 15 years of my life. It was horrible and I wish I wouldn't have remembered.

"Hey, Zaida what's wrong?" He whispers and goes to touch me and jolt away quickly, resulting in me hitting my head on the nightstand and blacking out on the floor.

I just hope I won't remember anything while I'm out.

Justin POV
"Zaida! Oh my god! Baby wake up!" I rush to the ground, cradling her in my arms trying to shake her awake. I check her pulse and any sign of blood. She's breathing and not bleeding so I guess it's nothing serious. I lay her on the bed and put ice on her forming head bump.

Morning comes all too soon. "Justin, why are there ice packs on my head?" Zaida asks.

"Oh um you like woke up and you were all messed up and when I went to comfort you, you leapt away and hit your head." I explain to the best of my ability, for it's early morning and I've just been awaken.

"Oh right." Her mouth changes from a happy confused smile to a straight line in a blink of an eye.

"Are you okay? Was it a nightmare or something?" I kiss her hand.

"It was definitely something." She stares off in the distance. "I just don't know what."

A/N:
I low key heated because this whole time I thought my updates were going up, but they were fucking deleted! I thought I saved them, but I guess I didn't. It was only two chapters though, so that's good and I only have to rewrite one more. What's we think of chapter 24? I know it's short AF lol.

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