Careless ( A Mindless Behavior story )

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( Craig's POV )

the next morning

8:00 A.M.

Babygirl ain't no virgin!

Babygirl ain't no virgin!

Babygirl ain't no virgin!

Babygirl ain't no virgin!

Whatchu mean she ain't no virgin?

Bab-

I cut my alarm on my phone off quickly before I woke Shannon up. I looked to my left as she shifted roughly in her sleep.

I rolled out of the bed , threw on some sweatpants and a tank top and headed out to my car ...

30 minutes later .

I walked into the hospital. All eyes were on me.

"Damn, can I have my face back?" I said as I proceeded to the front desk.

"Excuse me ma'am , I'm here to check Chris out." I said, the lady looked at me weirdly .

"Describe him."

"Fuck you mean? It's not a him, it's a HER . You should have paper work on her." I said.

"Oh! You mean ChrisSTINA ?" She said.

"Duh." I replied bluntly.

"Well maybe you should've said her REAL name. Now, who are you to her ?" She asked.

"I AINT SHIT TO HER" I wanted to say, but I kept my composure .

"I'm her brother , Craig." I said.

She then gave me her room number . I walked down the hall to her room; '245' .

She was sleep . I pushed her roughly , she let out a painful moan and opened her eyes.

"Owww," she yelled as she held her ribs. "Who the?" She froze when she saw me.

"W-What are you doing here?" She said weakly.

"I'm here to check you out, getcho' shit together." I said as I walked to the closet next to her bed , grabbed her clothes and threw them on her.

I stepped out the room and wait for her to get out of bed .

I heard a buzzing sound then a nurse rushed into her room, I followed.

"How am I suppose to get up? My leg is broken and my ribcage hurts badly." Chris said with a confused look on her face .

"Oh sweetie! Here," the nurse continued as she walked out the room and returned with a wheelchair."You'll have to roll around in this for 2 weeks, then we will give you some crutches. Also, I have some pills for your rib pain . Take 2 pills everyday for at least 2 weeks." The nurse said. I sighed in frustration .

"Who is this?" The nurse asked looking at me .

"Her brother." I replied with a smirk .

Chris looked at me with a 'WTF' face.

I helped her into the wheelchair , signed her out, then went to my car. I helped her get in then I folded the wheelchair and threw it in my backseat.

( Christina's POV )

What did I do to deserve this ? What the fuck . I'm in the passenger seat of my WORST enemy's car.

"So where the fuck are you taking me?" I asked as he passed my neighborhood.

"My house." He replied. I smacked my lips and he stopped the car.

"Shid, I'll be nice and U-turn this bitch back to your house you want that?!?" He yelled . I slouched in my seat and folded my arms. "That's what I thought!" He said and kept driving.

We finally arrived at his house . It was a nice two-story , all white , house. He went to the backseat and grabbed my wheelchair. I opened my door

"I hope you can get out the car." He said as he unfolded the wheelchair and walked into his house.

How am I gonna do this? I held the arm of the chair and stepped my right foot on the ground . I yelled in pain.

"AUUUUGGHHH!!!!!" I groaned. I forgot my right leg was in a cast.

"Ok, let's try this again." I said as i stepped out with my left leg . I tried to grab the arm again but I made a mistake and moved the wheelchair back from my first attempt. I reached and reached then I fell face first on the concrete making the wheelchair roll to the door. I can tell the wheels aren't steady.

( Craig's POV ) -before Chris fell .

What I look like helping her? Tf?.

I opened my door to see Rayan on my couch watching tv, eating , with his feet kicked up on my coffee table.

"How'd you get in my house?!?" I asked.

"Spare key." He said as he held up the red key. "Where's Chris?" He asked looking towards the open door of my house.

"Outside." Just as I said that we heard a thud , followed by a wheelchair rolled in front of my door . Rayan looked at me and ran outside.

Minutes later he came in holding Chris bridal style. He sat her on the couch, grabbed the wheelchair , and closed the door.

"You're a trifliń mother-" I cut him off.

"Shut the hell up man."

"No! Nigga you KNEW she couldn't get out that car, but it's straight, you still taking care of her whether you like it or not." He yelled and walked out the house. Me and Chris sighed in frustration.