Guns & Roses || (August Alsina)

77.

Carina

After we put Kaylee down Quin opted out on going to the reception. As soon as we pulled up, he wanted to leave immediately.

I was convinced he had a switch in him that flicked constantly. Sometimes he was seeking comfort while other times he didn't want anyone in his presence. He refused to socialize and couldn't stomach to eat.

Sitting in the middle of the bed I leaned on my knees resting my head on them. Feeling my stomach growl I debated on going into the kitchen.

We got back to his house around three and I took all my clothes off and showered. He asked could I give him some alone time just to get himself together. I made him swear he wouldn't leave without at least telling me first. He promised so I went into his room lying down.

Last night I felt myself coming up with a fever so I was trying to prevent it. I didn't know the whole backstory about being pregnant and sick but I didn't want to be. I had been taking medicine as prevention. Earlier I had taken my NyQuil which instantly knocked me out. I slept for hours until I randomly woke up at eleven.

Now I was here, sitting in his bed alone.

I wanted to give him so space but I needed to eat. Actually, he really needed to eat because he didn't at all.

Sighing I got up pulling on my shorts. While walking down the hallway I got smacked with clouds that were taking a hold of my face. Immediately I went to his windows opening damn there all of them.

There was no circulation of air in here. It was almost like he was hotboxing. No way was I sitting in this house inhaling these fumes. There could be damages for all I know.

I glanced at him as I made my way to the kitchen. He sat at his island resting his head on top of it. Pushing my hair behind my ear I sighed when I saw the almost empty bottle of Hennessy and blunt that was on the urge of falling.

Slipping it out his hand I covered my nose since the paper was burning in my face. Not knowing what to do I looked for his ashtray holding it outward. I found it on the coffee table in the living room. Dapping it on there I checked to see if it was still burning which it wasn't.

Since the air was on, the smoke designs started to clear out quickly. I dragged my fingers up my arms going into the kitchen to cook for us. I really wanted some juicy baked chicken so I was anxious to make it. One step in I felt a grip on the back of my thigh. Feeling a tug I almost slipped but he turned me around standing me in between his legs.

"Whatchu finna do?" He let his head fall in between my arm and chest.

"Cook us something" I picked with his hair.

Grabbing a little gray piece I twirled it back into a curl. My baby was stressed because I never saw that one before.

"I dropped the blunt" He groaned.
"We finna die"

Holding back my small laugh I shook my head.
"No, I took it. It's on your ashtray"

"I'm so fucked up" He said lifting his head.

"I see" I replied watching him as his arm reached behind me.

"Drink wit me" He popped the bottle open.

Crinkling my nose I was taken back by his request. His hand then gripped my chin trying to pour it in my mouth.

"C'mon bae" He said not acknowledging me trying to turn my head away.

Realizing he was fighting to get my lips open I started to pry his hands off me.

"Quin stop! I told you I'm pregnant" I shouted pushing him.