Laney's Point Of View;
Other than Justin's personal issues, I noticed he had financial issues too. I guessed that's why he was yelling about how I got Cara an expensive dress, he simply had money problems. He doesn't go to work, but he spends a lot of time in front of his laptop and I think he works from home.
Two weeks passed and even though our deal was over, he still ignored Cara. He would sometimes pick her up and feed her,sometimes. He also never let me change her diapers, I did it only once and heck I was on the verge of throwing up.
I decided to go to a bar and have a girls' night out with my other friends and it ended up with me drinking, a lot. I couldn't even walk without assistance, my friends insisted on driving me home instead of taking a cab.
When I reached the apartment, I kept knocking on the door loudly even though it was the middle of the night. Justin opened the door and started at me with a weird facial expression.
“Hi.” I beamed, giggling at how his face looked. He wasn't wearing any shirt, just black Adidas shorts and he was barefoot.
“Hello?” He tilted his head to the side, letting me in. I stumbled to the living room and the minute I found the couch, I dropped my body on it and stared at the TV that was switched off like it was the most entertaining thing. Cara was nowhere in sight, which worried me.
“Where...Where is Cara?” I stammered, I thought it would be better if I get coffee or milk to sober up.
“You think I would let you touch her while you're drunk?” Justin said with a 'duh' voice.
“Can you make me coffee please?” I gave him a puppy face expression.
“Nope!” He replied, sitting next to me and grabbed his laptop. “I don't even think I have coffee.”
I nodded repeatedly. “Yeah you do, I bought it from the grocery store!” I protested, getting up angrily and hit his leg on my way to the kitchen. It was a weak hit anyways, I even heard his laugh when I stormed to the kitchen.
Opening the cabinet, I chose my own favorite mug that I also bought from the store and reached my hand to grab it. The cabinet was too far to reach, I had to jump high to grab a hold of it. I accidentally pushed the mug towards me without catching it and it landed on my forehead then shattered into pieces on the floor. My vision was blurry was a minute and I felt like my face went numb.
I touched my forehead and felt the bump that was growing. I stared at my hand to find a few drops of blood that I wiped from my forehead. Oh great, this was probably the worst day ever. I moaned in pain when I touched the bump again, I had no idea what to do.
I heard Justin's footsteps getting closer and his smirk changed into a worried face expression. I heard him murmur 'shit' and he walked straight to me, avoiding the broken glass on the floor.
“What happened?” He asked, cupping my face to see my injury.
“I dropped the mug on my forehead.” I complained, placing my hand on his shoulder to steady myself and prevent my body from falling.
“You're a mess.” He commented, chuckling after. “Go lay down while I find my flashlight to check your eyes. You might have a concussion.”
I stared at him weirdly, my mind couldn't comprehend that he was actually caring if I had a concussion or not. “Are you a doctor or something, Sherlock?” I giggled at my stupid mind but hey, I was drunk.
“I went to medical school for a few years.” Justin replied, opening one of the drawers to find the flashlight. “I was going to but I dropped out of college.”
“Just to let you know, I’m not laying down. I’m not sure what's going on with your sick mind.” I stuck my tongue out at him and tried to get on the stool without his help. I failed and he noticed, Justin pushed my waist and helped me sit.
“Sex is the last thing on my mind.” He replied, finally finding the flashlight. He placed it on the counter and went to the living room. He came back wearing his black framed glasses.
Justin switched it on and pointed it to my eyes, he stared at them for a minute then turned it off. He placed the flashlight back on the counter and opened another cabinet. Grabbing the medical kit out, he gestured with his hand for me to get up.
“You seriously need to lay down or I will take you to the hospital, you can suffer from a head trauma and I don't want to risk it so just lay your annoying ass down.” Justin instructed, pointing to the couch. I did as I was told, he sounded pretty serious about the head trauma.
“You're freaking me out.” I commented, laying down on the couch.
Justin grinned. “It's probably nothing.” He assured, grabbing a piece of cotton and dipping it in a weird liquid thingy that I didn't recognize. He dapped my forehead with concentration and when he was done, he gave me an ice pack.
Standing up, he ran his hand through his hair and exhaled. “Where are you going?” I asked him, he honestly wasn't as useless as he usually is.
“I think I heard a thud?” He raised his eyebrows and looked dumb folded for a moment. “Oh crap.” He yelled and stormed to Cara's room. My eyes widened when I realized It was probably Cara. I got up quickly and stormed to her room to see Justin on the floor next to her.
“She fell?” I asked worryingly but I was ignored by him. “Justin, did she––”
“Shut up!” He yelled all of the suddenly, cradling Cara in his arms and placing his ear closer to her chest. Her cries were heard by us and I heard him sigh in relief.
