Fix Me (Sequel to Deadly in Love)

Chapter 9

(Justin's pov)
-2pm-
We have a few missions tonight. One of them is to sell some drugs. The other is to meet up with another gang, do them a favor.
"Hey, where've you been all day?" Za walks up to me when I reach the kitchen.
"With my baby," I nudge Christie playfully, making her blush a bit.
"Oh, I see..." Za raises an eyebrow, probably thinking we did something dirty. He doesn't know we just spent the last three hours in bed talking about nothing and watching tv.
"Anyways, we split up what we made last night. $300 each," Za hands me the folded hundred dollar bills.
"Thanks man," I nod in appreciation as I stuff the money in my pocket.
"No problem, bro. You didn't forget about the plans for tonight?" Za's eyes follow me as I make my way to our room.
"Nope. 11pm tonight," I state knowingly, aware of our meet ups.
"Good," Za grins amiably at me before turning to the others. I shut the bedroom door behind me, then spot Christie tying her hair up.
"You wanna come with us tonight?" My hands wrap gently around her waist. Thankfully, she doesn't wince. She's getting better, and it's starting to show.
"Yeah," she leans closer to my chest, enough for me to inhale her vanilla scent.
"How do you feel?" I lower my voice to a more serious tone.
"Better. I still hurt a little though," she answers with honesty as her fingers trace imaginary lines across my chest.
"That's good to hear," I smile warmly at her, feeling her thin body against mine. She's eating a lot more than she used to. Her skin isn't as pale, the bags under her eyes are gone, and her cheeks are filling in.
"Yeah." Her eyes narrow a bit in thought. Instantly, I kiss her, my fingers pressing against her neck. She moans lowly as her body grows weak in my arms. Smirking at her reaction, I push her on the bed, kissing her lips, then her jaw, then her neck. The connection between us intensifies by the second, until I feel her tense up.
"What's wrong, baby?" I stop to look in her terrified eyes.
"I...it doesn't...it won't go away, Justin." Her eyes water, so I instantly sit her up against the bed headboard.
"What won't go away, baby. Talk to me," I sit beside her before she cries into my shoulder.
"My...dad," she chokes out, making anger rush through me
"It's ok, babygirl. He's gone now," I stroke my fingers through her soft hair. Christie eventually rests her head on my lap, calming down.
"I'm sorry," she whispers guiltily.
"Don't be," I brush her hair away from her face and wipe her hot tears.
"How? I just ruined the moment," she mumbles sadly, and I wish I could make her feel better.
"I don't care, baby. We'll get better. Yeah, it'll take time, but at least you'll be comfortable again," I help her sit up again, so she can wrap her arms around me.
"How long will it take?" Her eyes are filled with sadness and more tears. I wish I could erase it all.
"Whenever you're ok with going that far again," I smile warmly and wipe away her tears again. I can't help but stare at her, let her sink into my skin.
"What?" Her lips twitch into a half smile as she sits in front of me like a little kid.
"Your eyes are so pretty, babe," I draw her in closer, breaking her sitting position to place her hands on my shoulders.
"Justin," she hums shyly in my neck. My name sounds heavenly coming out of her mouth.
"It's true, babe," I lower my voice since she's so close, so amazing. She giggles softly, then plants a tiny kiss on my neck.
"I love you." In response, I press my cheek against her head, inhaling her.
"I love you too," Christie hugs me close. It lasts a good couple minutes until she breaks it in the same way she started it.

"What's for dinner?" she whispers against my forehead. It's a miracle to hear her ask that.
"Ask Khalil," I smirk, and she moves away from me to lie on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
"I don't want to," she mumbles sheepishly.
"Aww, are you shy, baby?" I take this opportunity to hover over her.
"Maybe," she smiles into her sleeves, her cheeks red.
"C'mon, let's go ask him," I help her up; then we walk out of our room to see the guys chilling out in the kitchen and couch.
"Yo Khalil, what's for dinner, bro?"
I walk up to to him with Christie by my side.
"Tacos?" Khalil suggests in a careless manner, his fingers skimming through a wad of dollar bills.
"You want that, baby?" I murmur into Christie's ear. My arms clings to her waist.
"Mhm," she nods, and I can tell that she truly doesn't mind eating tacos for dinner. It brings a smile on my face to know she's trying.
"Ok, let's get that," I pull Christie along as the guys step out the door.