HELLOOO everyone, well if you still keep up with this story. I am so sorry for the long, long, long wait, but I have just been really busy lately, plus I forgot my password. So anyway he we are, a simple chapter update for all my lovelies. Enjoy, remember comment, rate, favorite etc.
P.S- I may or ay not be doing the Entire Los Carnales, their story is long, but I may throw some parts of their story into this thing.
I sprung my eyes open, gasping and looking around. I am in y bed, in my room. What the fuck happened to me? Did I pass out or something? I pulled the covers off of my body, this reveals to me that I have a bandaged leg, I sigh in relief and make an attempt at getting off the bed. I wince in pain but ignore the pain and resume getting up anyway.
"Jonny?" I call out. Nothing. Once off the bed, I begin to waddle toward the living room in search of Johnny. Still nothing. How dare he just leave me in the house without even attempting to let me know where he was going. I am not always so clingy, but when you live the life we do I get scared at times.
Once I finish my search, I come to the conclusion that he is not in the house. Duh. I plop myself down on the couch, which was a very bad idea because I hurt my leg in the process. My leg was swept with agonizing pain, and I lay y head down on the couch cushion and scream, letting out my frustrations and pain. My wallowing in pain was interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming shut. It startled me honestly, and I jumped.
"Babe, you up?" I heard Johnny yell. My face lit up at the sound of his voice. I hear his footsteps nearing closer and I shot up to meet him.
"Yes" I say childishly embracing him in a hug. I don't even remember coming in last night after killing Sharp. That's strange. "Hey, what happen last night? how did I get home? I don't even remember waling through the door." I say to hi curiously and in need of answers. He chuckles, staring at me, the wrinkles in his forehead accentuated as she raised his eyebrow at my questions.
"You sound kinda crazy" he teased, I chuckled, hitting his chest,
"Seriously" I say, he smiles.
"Well, that's cause you passed out on your way home, Francis brought you back home! He says that once you got into the back seat you knocked out." he explains to me. "I carried you back up here, and put a fresh bandage on you leg, your lucky it wasn't fucking infected" he continued. I sigh.
"Oh" I say. " An where did you go?" I ask him now curious about his whereabouts. His smile transformed into a frown,
"I went to go talk to Julius..." he said trailing off.
"Why?" I ask with sass in my voice, I cross my arms over my chest and wait for a full answer from him. He walks past me, throwing himself down on the sofa, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Reasons" he said plainly,
"What reasons?" I ask. He jut stares. He's so fucking annoying sometimes, I hate when he has only one word answers.
"I told him...I told him that I wanted you off the job for a while. Enough for your leg to heal fully" he said. I feel anger sweep through my body,
"WHAT THE FUCK?" I yell, unintentionally. "Why the hell would you speak for me? I am fine" I yell again. I begin to pace back and fourth. Why the hell would he do something so stupid? Without even having the slightest decency to ask me if this was something I wanted.
"Take a look at your fucking leg. PLUS, I don't need you to end up dead..." he said, raising his voice as well. "This is more of a favor than a burden Gabby" he continued, I sighed dramatically.
"No, I can handle myself, you had no right to speak for me with something like this..." I say. "Besides who I going to do the rest huh? Lin is dead, and you expect a rookie to just do it all by himself? What the fuck...this is my job to do, I need to finish what the fuck I started!" I say, about to cry from frustration and anger. He got up from his seat and pulled e against him, and down onto the couch, where I sob lightly into his chest.
"Baby, I'm did it for you. I don't want you hurt...or dead. I'm selfish and you know I need you." He cooed into my ear. I sob still, angry at him. "He said he'd keep the rookie on the job, and have Natalie help him out" he said. I sighed once more, Natalie. I love her and all but she is not really the brightest crayon in the box. But at least she can handle herself, which is good I guess.
"Fuck you" I say, into his chest. He chuckles,
"It's only for now...don't worry by the time your leg is done healing you'll be able to accompany me with the Vice Kings" he said sternly. This is going to be a long wait, I know Johnny is not going to let e do anything besides stay in bed and go to the bathroom. Now I get to miss the thrill, and action. Fuck, I just hope they don't have to much fun without me.