Careless ( A Mindless Behavior story )

The Next Morning

(Craig's POV)

7:34 A.M.

"Paparazzi tryna take pictures

tell them folks get the fuck out my face

ion fuck with 12 cause I heard they be listening to a nigga conversation.

I fucked a nigga bitch, I ain't tripping better tell him get the fuck out my face.

I got-" I jumped up and quickly answered my phone.

"Hello?" I answered, I'm so tired.

"Babe! I miss you!!! I'm coming over right now." Sarah's voice blared through my phone.

"It's almost 8:00 in the morning." I said in an aggravated tone.

"I'm around the block." She said as she hung up the phone.

DAAMN. I mean I love her but she so fucking clingy!!!

"Why you yelling? DAMN!" Chris said as she turned over to face me, she sat up slowly and put her hoodie back on. She tried to get up, but failed.

"Where yo cripple ass tryna go?" I said with a laugh. She smacked her lips.

"The bathroom. I need to take a shower." She said. I carried her to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet. She slowly took her cast off her right leg. It had a big stitch line going down it, and it was swollen.

"Ewww." I said as I went downstairs to get her bag of clothes. I handed them to her and closed the bathroom door. I went into my room and turned my tv on. Then someone opened my door. It was Sarah.

"How'd you get in here?" I asked.

"Spare key under the mat."She said as she held the key up.

"Remind me to move that shit." I said with an attitude.

"Who's in the shower ?" She asked as she laid next to me. Oh shit.

"Uh .. Um I was about to get in the shower but I left the water on by mistake." I said. She was about to keep questioning me then I kissed her to shut her up.

That was a close one.

20 minutes later I heard the shower stop.

(Christina's POV)

I felt soo refreshed as I turned off the shower. I hopped on my left leg since my right is slowly healing. I grabbed my towel,wrapped it around my waist and sat in the toilet. I put some medicine around my stitches and it INSTANTLY started to burn.

"Ah shit!" I said as I groaned in pain. I slipped on my clothes. A simple black fitted tank and red gym shorts. I carefully slipped my cast on my leg and grabbed the edge of the sink for . I stood slowly on my left leg and tried to hopped to the door. Seconds later I fell to the ground hitting my head in the process.

(Craig's POV)

Me and Sarah was in the middle of a heated makeout session when....

thud!

"What was that???" Sarah asked.

"I don't know, stay here while I go see." I said as I walked out of my room, I walked passed the bathroom then I stepped back. I seen Christina on the floor unconscious. I really forgot that she was here. Her stitches were busted open. Yes her cast was on, but I could see the blood sliding down her leg. Bruh, there was blood everywhere!!

"Oh fuck!! Sarah call an ambulance!!" I yelled as she came running where I was. She gasped.

"Why the fuck is this slut here ?" She asked.

"Long story ! Just call the damn ambulance!!!" I yelled as I picked Chris up bridal style.

"Fuck no. That bitch ain't important." Sarah said as she rubbed my back. Seconds later we were In my room having sex. It happened so quickly.

An hour later...

(Rayan's POV)

'Ayo this Craig, leave a message after the tone ya' heaaaarddd!'

"Craig what the fuck?! Answer your phone. I called you 15 times!!! I'm on my way over there!" I yelled to his voicemail as I started my car up.

10 minutes later I was there. I seen a familiar car there. I parked on the side of the road and walked to the door. I twisted the knob and it turns out that it was open so I walked in. I heard moaning and screams upstairs.

"Sarah" . I thought and rolled my eyes.

"Where's Chris tho?" I thought. I walked upstairs quickly since I have to piss. The bathroom door was cracked slightly , I looked down and seen blood , I opened the door all the way to see Chris's body just laying there. I got angry INSTANTLY.

I busted through Craig's door interrupting his sex session.

"CRAIG WTF?!! YOU JUST LEFT CHRISTINA IN THE BATHROOM??!? I KNOW YOU DID CAUSE I SEE BLOODY FOOTPRINTS IN YOUR FUCKING ROOM. YOU'RE SO FULL OF IT!!!!!!" I yelled as I went back to the bathroom, picked Christina up, put her in my car, and drove to the hospital.