Nanny Dearest

Chapter Forty Seven Stormy Night

"Yes ma'am our insurance cover death which is literally our main coverage, by all means we can't cure someone we are not the doctors here." I said on the work phone while typing away on the computer going over my new client information she just gave me. Today went pretty fast for me, I think it's due to the fact I had a shitty morning dealing with an immature nigga. 

I check the time seeing that the afternoon really went by fast because it's nine thirty pm. 

"So all you had was five thousand to give us?" First of all with five thousand you can kind of pull through but ima let this bitch talk my ear off.

"Ma'am your husband had an injury our compan-" 

"Give me your supervisor." I blink and took a deep breath so I wont cuss her out. So I did like a professional would do, I fucking hung up. I went to send a coworker an email seeing if she willing to call this client instead of me because I'm not having it with an old bitch today. I heard my phone buzz and I look at it to see that Marya called me five times now. Twice during the afternoon, twice again like an hour or two ago. Last call is now, I watched the phone buzz and I rolled my eyes grabbing it and picking it up.

"Yes Marya?" I raise a brow while I open a tab getting on shein to shop for a minute or two.

"It's Ruslan, Halston with you?" He asked me and my heart drop to my stomach. One, is because I didn't think Marya will tell him so damn fast and two ion feel like thinking about the junkie right now kinda fucking up my aura.

"No and tell him to show up either. Little bitch, you know what the fuck he said to me?" I started to rant. "Don't worry about me you ain't my bitch, should of smack the shi- ion fucking like your brother." I said standing up pacing in my room. The other end was silent as I heard a hard sigh.

"I'm just trying to find out where he is, not trying to find out about you two lover's quarrel." He said in a calm voice. I stop pacing and slowly sat back down.

"Marya told you right?" I asked and he hummed agreeing. 

"Did he at least tell you where he was going." Ruslab ask and I lean back in my chair to think for a minute.

"Someone or place call Donnie's. That's all I know besides him having hoes and plugs in his phone." I shrug looking at my foot and starting to roll it repeating hearing my ankle crack.

"Nothing in specific?" He ask and I yawn moving my phone to the other ear.

"No not really, don't yall have high tech shit can't you google or some shit." I ask sitting up some.

"Don't be a dickhead Lyanna do you remember anywhere else the dipshit visit." He started to sound pissed, I mean he already did but like I guess he's not gonna tolerate my bullshit right now. I bit my lip staring at the floor trying to remember anything. 

"Um couple other days back he went to some party or something I know it was a guy friend name Tadeo." I said getting back up stretching a little. I turn my computer off holding the power button because I'm in a rush to go to bed since I did nothing but worked home all day.

"проклятый Ты шутишь?"(Fucking kidding me?) He sounded mad before the line ended and I looked at my phone tilting my head. Did this nigga just hung up? Oh well. I walk to my bed putting my phone on the charger laying it on the table before cutting my lights off and getting in bed.

Waking up to a loud thunderstorm I jump from the sound and pop my head from under the covers reaching out looking for my phone for a minute before grabbing it off the table checking the time ugh it's only one thirty. I yawn getting out the bed because my throat is on cotton mouth mode and that shit ain't it. I walk out my bedroom looking at my notifications while I make my way to my kitchen to grab a water bottle. When I achieve that little task I felt fat so I open the cabinets to get a cinnamon pop tart popping it in the the toaster.

I look out the kitchen window seeing it's pouring down hard. I blink squinting my eyes seeing someone pass out on the sidewalk. 

"What the hell." I set my bottle on the counter walking out the kitchen and walking to my opening it, I lean forward a little titling my head out since I'm semi close. I recognize the figure and instantly felt irritated. I closed my door turning back around, I stand there for what actually seem more than a minute. Yeah I'm stupid, got wrap up in stupid shit for doing stupid shit and being stupid. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

Time to make another stupid decision, I put my sneakers on and turn back opening my door hearing the ran hit the ground. I walk out making my way to the pass out or possibly dead Halston and lightly nudge him with my feet looking over him. Dude look like shit first of all he doesn't have his shirt on because its half way off his right on. Pants on but nigga don't gave shoes and on top of that he didnt move so I nudge him again getting a groan from him as a reward. Life just hit me again I'm outside in a white tee and grey sweats with what? Tim's? To help and no greatful asshole because I fucking like him.

"Come on dude wake up." I said my tone wasn't so harsh if anything it was soft because one like I said my throat bout dry as fuck and two I have no reason to be ignorant right now plus it's cold as fuck and this rain not making it easy neither this knock out man. I been down and try to lift him up pulling his arm. He stir a little moving his other hand pressing it to the ground to get up. Halston staggered a little trying to catch his balance, I pulled his arm so he can stand right. We stood in the rain as he wobbled a little trying to take a step towards me. I frown a little watching him struggle to walk. He must really be fuck up, Halston finally moved a bit closer and lean down resting his head on my shoulders. He was breathing was heavy and held my arm squeezing it time.

"Home." Was all he said and I felt my heart hurt for a second, I move my arm up hesitated shaking a bit before patting his back light.

"Come on it's warm inside the house." I spoke softly he was shaking we took our time to make our way inside the house once we got I'm the house I help him to the living room. Plopping him on the couch I attempted to take his pants off because their wet and I don't want to much shit to clean. I toss his pants towards the front door as I kicked my shoes off walking over to him to see his head leaning back and he continued to shake a little. Eyes close and him still breathing heavy I walk over cupping his face and patting it trying to get his attention. 

"Hmm?" He look at me cross eyed for a min before closing his eyes shut and opening them again. Halston lean his head back a I used my hand lifting it. 

"Come on time to shower." I spoke and he groan trying to push himself off the couch. I help him up guiding him to the steps going one at a time he slip mid step but I quickly try to pulled his weight which work but I felt a sharp pain hit my back. Ignoring it we reach the top of the steps walking pass my room into the bathroom.I help sat him down on the toilet and turn the shower on having it on cold. I started smelling burning and realized that the pop tart was still in the toaster so I remove myself from the bathroom heading back downstairs speed walking to the kitchen over to the toaster. Popping my once good snack that's now burnt up. I took the out laying it on the counter, I stare at it and let out a sigh feeling another sharp pain hit my back. Ugh Halston fucking lucky. I made my way back upstairs heading to the bathroom to see Halston naked in the tub letting the cold water hit he look a bit there now as his breathing calm down but he still was shaking.

I grab a towel and walk over cutting shower off watching him breathe. I throw the towel over him, sitting on the edge of the tub. I felt awkward I'm not use to giving a fuck dude she be alright now. 

"Feel like laying in bed?" I asked looking at the ground. Silence carried around us again causing me to look at him. I crack a small smile because he was just staring at me. "What? You okay do you need something?" I asked not trying to have a dead man in my tub.

"Blanket." He said with a mutter reaching out gently gabbing my hand. ".....Please." he asked and I hesitated to squeeze his hand so I moved mine.

"Gotcha."