Drugged

Drugged Part 23

*Justin's POV*

I blinked my eyes open and found myself lying down on my bed. Thats weird. I didn't remember going to sleep?

I scratched my head, groaned and sat up straight. I sighed and looked over at the side of me. Steohanie wasn't with me. The last thing that I remembered of her was when she left somewhere. The mall. She might still be out.

I climbed out of bed and walked slowly and lazily down the steps. As I made it down, I smelled food coming from the kitchen. I smiled, knowing exactly what it was. Spaghetti.

I walked into the kitchen to find Stephanie standing in front of the stove, stirring a spoon inside of the pot.

I came up behind her and placed my hands on her lower stomach. I kissed her neck as I gently stroked her abdomen.

"Hey, baby." I whispered against her skin.

She sighed. "Hi, Justin."

She put the spoon down on the counter and turned around facing me. She stared for a few long seconds then looked down at the ground.

"Whats wrong, sweetheart?" I said before kissing her cheek.

"Nothing." I saw her eyes glisten and she went to sit down on the couch.

"Baby," I followed her. "Whats the matter?"

I sat down on the couch and picked her thin body up and into my lap facing me. I ran my thumb across her soft cheek.

"I'm alright." Her voice cracked. "I'm okay."

I stared into her eyes carefully. Her eyes filled with tears and when one fell, she put her head in my chest.

"Then why are you crying?"

She sniffled and then shook her head no.

"Talk to me, sweetie." I stroked her back.

"I don't know. It's okay.." She turned around and tried to get away. I grabbed her waists, pulling her back down onto my lap. She sat sideways.

"No, Stephanie. I see that somethin' is wrong with you. Now talk to me." I urged on.

She sighed. "It's you!"

My heart dropped with shock and embarassment. "Tell me what I'm doing wrong, babe."

Her breathing was rapid and her body shook. "I'm scared for you! You were smoking and drinking, Justin! You were high and drunk when I came back from the mall!"

My face scrunched up. "What? When?"

"Today! Like a few hours ago!" She yelled.

I was so confused. I knew that she wasn't lying because of how upset she was but it was still so hard for me to believe.

"I did? I'm sorry, Steph. I didn't mean to scare or hurt you. I know that I need to change. I know that I need to stop smoking weed. And I truly am trying. It's just that when I stop smoking for a while, I feel like I need more." I explained. "I'm gonna try to change, mama. I promise."

She shook her head. "Justin, you said that last time and look what happened!"

I felt my stomach tighten and my eyes swell up. I know that what I'm doing is wrong but once you start it's hard to stop. I'm not trying to use that as an excuse but I just needed to say it. It's so hard for me. I started smoking at such a young age and now everything is so hard for me. But the hardest thing is having to watch my babygirl cry because shes worried about me. I don't want that.

I understand if shes mad at me because who wouldn't be? I mean, I'm worried about my health too because of how much shit I've done.

A tear fell from my eye and I put my head down, covering my face.

I felt her turn around and hug me, stuffing my face into her chest.

"It's okay, baby. Everythings going to be okay. I'm sorry for yelling but I just don't want to see you like this." She rubbed the back back of my head.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked.

"No no no. I'm not mad. I just want you to get better."

"I will. I will do better for you, babygirl." She smiled at me and kissed my lips.

She wiped my face. "Baby, you have to make me a promise."

I licked my lips. "I'll do anything for you, babe."

"If you smoke or drink again, you have to let me take you you to the doctor to get your health checked out." She said as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"It wont happen again but I'll do it." I agreed.

She kissed me again one last time.

"Oh shit, baby! The food!" I laughed.

She cussed and hopped up, running to the kitchen and turning off the stove. She stirred the pot again.

"Perfect timing!" She clapped. "Come on, Jay lets eat."

I pulled up my pants and bit my lip as I walked to the kitchen table and sat down.

"I like that." I grinned.

"What?" She said handing me my plate.

"Jay."

"Guess I'll be calling you that from now on."

A/N: Aw, Juju): Do you think that Justins smoking habit will end or will it only get worse? ;) More drama to come. I love you and thanks for reading.