[Justin]
As I gain consciousness, I feel a weight in my chest. I groan, opening my eyes to see the top of my baby girls head. I wrap my arms around her small body, kissing her head. From her soft breathing, I could tell she was asleep.
"Y-you're awake." A weak voice says.
I look to see Leeanne sitting in a chair staring at me with sad eyes.
"Y-yeah... I guess I am." I mumble.
She stares at me, her eyes angry. Or sad. Or disappointed.
"D-don't look at me like that." I say, rubbing Amelia back.
"I-I can't help it." She murmurs.
"I don't understand."
"It's not meant for you to." She sasses.
"Leeanne..."
"All that matters is that your here..." She sighs, getting up from her chair.
"W-where are you going?" I ask, a little fear in my voice.
She sighs, facing the door. "Don't worry. I'm just going to tell the do out you're awake. I'm not leaving..."
My heart swells with sorrow and happiness as I hear her choke out a sob before going out the door.
God's giving me a chance.
[Leeanne]
After Justin was released, he was ordered to stay with me for a few weeks. Pattie decided to stay at his place, making sure things were okay for him to come back to.
Amelia has been living him staying with us. Even though we are barely in the same room, it hurts to have him here.
Being in his presence hurts more than anything. Knowing he's here in the same house as me, knowing that he's inches away from me hurts.
I try to avoid him the best I can. But I can't seem to.
"Leeanne?"
The sound of his voice behind me causes me to jump.
"Um yeah?"
"Amelia's asleep." He rasps.
"O-oh. Okay." I say putting my work away.
I hear his footsteps behind me.
"Is there anything else you need?" I ask clearing my throat.
"Y-yes... You." He rasps.
My body trembles as I could hear his footsteps get closer and closer. His breathing gets heavier and heavier.
"Leeanne..." He moans, reaching out to touch me. I feel his fingertips graze my hips, making me move away.
"N-no." I whimper facing him.
"Baby I'm sorry..." He whimpers.
"I-I d-don't c-care." I sob.
"Yes you do. You have to."
"No. I don't."
"Then why did you come to the hospital? Why didn't you just let me die?" He asks.
"Because... No matter what's going on between us, you're still Amelia's dad."
"So you don't care about me?" He whimpers.
I sigh not knowing how to answer that question. "Justin..."
"Answer the damn question..." He snaps. "do you?"
I bite my lip, tears falling down my cheeks. "I-I don't know."
"W-what's that suppose to mean?"
"It means I don't know, Justin. For the past two weeks, I've been trying to move on and I-I... I can't. It's like you're a disease. I can't get rid of you."
"Lee, I-"
"I want to hate you. I want to move on. I want to be happy again. But then I look at Amelia... And I'm back at square one."
"Baby, please... Let me-"
"I-I can't... I just can't..." I say, moving away from him. He grabs my arms, pulling me back to him.
"Don't you still love me? Don't you still want me?" He asks, desperation in his voice.
"Let me go." I cry.
"No. Not until you answer me."
"Justin... Please let me go."
"Answer me!" He cries.
"Yes! Yes alright?!" I sob.
"Yes. What?" He says, his voice cracking.
"I-I still want you..." I cry.
"And?"
I look away from him, biting my lip. He backs me up against a wall, separating my arms to pin them to the wall.
"Say it... P-please..." He begs.
"I-I still... I still love you." I cry before his lips press against mine. His hand cups my cheek, deepening the kiss, as his knee separates my legs. His hand trails into my grey sweats, down into my panties where his fingers find my clit.
"N-no..." I moan, grabbing his wrist.
"I need this baby... Please."
"I-I can't..." I groan trying to stop him, but he was too strong.
"Just enjoy me baby. Please..." He moans kissing my neck. My hold on his wrist loosens as I let his fingers slide into my cunt, making me moan softly.
"I missed hearing you moan..." He rasps taking my lips.
"God... Oh... Justin..." I pant as his fingers stroke me faster.
"Cum for me baby... Please. Cum for me." He begs desperately.
My climax hits me, making my legs buckle. He catches me before I could fall, letting me lay on his shoulder. His free hand strokes my hair as he pulls his fingers out of me..
"I-I love you Leeanne." He says against my hair. I was too weak to respond, my climax still running through my body.
Once I regained myself, I raise up from him, staring down at him.
"Leeanne?"
Tears fall down my face as I look up at him, my face filled with sorrow and fear.
"Baby I-"
"Don't say anything..." I snap walking away from him to my room where I close and lock the door.
I can't believe I let him touch me. I gave him what he wanted. Again.
But it felt so good. And I missed having him touch me. But this is so wrong. I'm suppose to be moving on from him. Not letting him touch me.
I strip down to nothing going into my shower. I stand under the warm water, trying to calm myself. I have a decision to make.
Do I give him a second chance, or... Do I let him go?
(A/n: what would you do? Comment:)
