Hate That I Love You

Chapter Seven.

I’m going to go upstairs and pack, do you need me to get you anything?” Jason asks as I lay on the sofa “No I’m fine, thanks” I reply. Just as Jason walks up the stairs, the doorbell rings, knowing Its Justin I push myself up off the sofa, the pain inevitable as I waddle over to the door.

“Hey” I smile weakly as I open the door to Justin, a bag in his hand “Sorry I made you get up, where’s Jason?” he asks, putting his bag on the floor, hugging me and closing the door behind him “Upstairs packing, do you know when he leaves?” I ask, walking over to the living room as Justin helps me sit back down, sitting beside me as he puts an arm round me “Tomorrow morning” he replies. Leaning into Justin’s chest, he holds me closer. As I feel my eyes getting heavier I let myself drift off to sleep.

“Baby wake up” I hear, groaning in reply as I open my eyes sitting up from Justin’s lap where I had obviously fallen asleep “Why’d you wake me?” I ask, rubbing my eyes. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, Justin leans and kisses me “Because otherwise you won’t sleep tonight” “Did Isleep for long?” “Couple hours” he replies, shrugging his shoulders. Looking at the wall, I read the time that says 7pm “Where’s Jason?” “Kitchen” Pushing myself off the sofa, I feel Justin’s hand on my bum, helping me up. Turning around to see him smirking “Was that to actually help me or did you just want to get a feel?” I ask “Bit of both” he replies, winking at me as he does so.

Walking into the kitchen I ask Jason what’s for dinner “Just ordered pizza, is that ok?” “Yeah, thank you. What time are you leaving tomorrow?” I ask him, turning around to face me he replies with “Around six in the morning, we’re driving there so we have to leave early” Raising my eyebrow as I begin to wonder what kind of job this is, I ask exactly that “It involves cars, and a loaded lorry” Knowing I was right about what job it was, I feel disappointed as I’m not involved, continuing to question him “And you didn’t think to ask me if I wanted in on it?” “We’re a family, we don’t ask if we want in, we do it automatically!” “That’s exactly my point! So why the fuck didn’t you tell me about it?” I raise my voice, knowing this conversation is slowly turning into an argument “Because you was lying in a hospital bed!” He shouts back, as I take a deep breath to attempt to calm myself “And this job only came up when I was in hospital?” “Yes!” “Bullshit! These jobs takes weeks to plan and you fucking know I’m right Jason¸ so don’t you dare lie to me. Asshole!” I shout louder, picking up the nearest thing to me which happens to be a glass, and throwing it at the cupboard right next to Jason’s head.

“Pia, calm down…” I hear behind me, as I feel Justin’s arms around my waist, instantly calming me down. Scowling at Jason, I turn to face Justin “Can you help me upstairs please?” Smiling in reply, he turns around crouching slightly with his arms behind him, gesturing me to get onto his back. Doing so I put my arms limply around his shoulders, my legs around his torso. Carrying me upstairs and into my bedroom, he lays me on my bed, lying beside me “Why the fuck does my ribs hurt so bad?” I ask, gently rubbing them as if it’d ease the pain “Because you cracked two of them” Justin replies, as we turn our heads to look at each other “You mean Derek cracked two of my ribs” I correct him “Yeah, that…” “Anything else I should know?” I ask, wondering if the doctors had told him or Jason anything else they didn’t happen to tell me “They pumped your stomach to get everything out, you’re not allowed to drink for at least a week, and the cracked ribs” Justin explains, sighing deeply I stand up from the bed “I’m going to get in the shower” I tell Justin as I walk over to my en-suite “Do you need any help?” he asks, making himself more comfortable on my bed “No it’s ok, thank you”

Turning on the shower, I attempt to lift my shirt over my head, but it hurting too much to do so. Walking out of the en-suite, my arms in the air and my top still over my face, I hear Justin laugh “Help” I tell him, as he lifts the top over my head “Jeans?” he asks “Please” I reply. Unbuttoning and undoing the zip he pulls my jeans just below my bum at the top of my thighs, walking me over to the bed and sitting me down he pulls the jeans off further, taking them off completely “Thanks, I can manage the rest” I tell him, walking back over to get in the shower “You sure?” Justin asks, grinning at me ”Yes!” I exclaim, laughing a little as I do so.