Sold To A Jauregui

Chapter 74

Clara's pov.
I stared at Y/n as she slept.

Dinah and Normani were talking to the doctor.

"Abuela, is mommy going to be okay?" I heard a small voice ask.

I looked down and saw Luna.

"Your mommy is going to be okay." I said and gave Luna a small smile.

She smiled back and I was glad that the small girl didn't ask any more questions.

I was worried about Y/n and my daughter.

Lauren's pov.
"Fuck." I mumbled as I got out my car.

I checked the front of my car to see blood and guts everywhere.

Rest in peace street cat.

I entered my car again and turned the radio on.

"I wanna be drunk when I wake up-"

After my small accident, I parked my car in front of a store near the mansion.

I entered the store, heard the small bell ding, and walked straight for the alcoholic drinks.

I grabbed a small basket they handed out and stacked up on beer and some vodka.

Yes, because drinking your pain away is good.

Oh shut up.

I groaned and set the basket filled with alcohol on the counter where a small dark skinned woman was standing.

"Party night or drinking your pain away?" The woman asked as she put the basket down.
"Drinking my pain away." I answered shortly.

The woman nodded as she scanned the drinks.

"That'll be exactly 55$" She said and put my drinks in a bag.

I handed her a 100$ bill and went straight for the door.

I ignored her calls and entered my car.

I drove to the mansion and entered.

I set the bag down on the dining table and grabbed a bottle of vodka and a can of beer.

I plopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote that connected to the house's speakers.

As random songs played in the mansion, I was chugging the beer down.

Incoming Call...Mami...

I ignored my mother's call and opened the bottle of vodka.

"I fucking hate life!" I yelled and took a swig of the vodka.

I felt the liquid burning my throat.

Incoming Call...Mami...

I ignored my mother's call again and kept drinking.

>10 Minutes Later

Incoming Call...DJ...

I finally answered the call.

"What?!"
"Jesus Christ. Where the fuck are you?"
"In the ma-*hiccup*-mansion. Does it matter?"
"Yes! Your daughter is looking for you and we're fucking worried."
"I'm alright."
"Your drunk."
"I don't care."
"Well I do."
"You should stop caring."
"Lauren, stop talking shit."
"DJ, she doesn't remember me."
"What?"
"Y/n. She doesn't remember me."
"She does. What the fuck are you talking about."
"W-what?"
"Are you sobered up now?"
"Y-yeah."
"Get your ass in this hospital room and ask Y/n for yourself."

I hung up and jumped out the couch.

I ran to get my keys, tripping and falling on the ground with a thud, in the process.

The world was spinning, but I could care less.

I entered my car and broke the speed limit and drove to the hospital.

She remembers me?

She lied?

I coughed when I felt the cold air enter my lungs as I got out my car.

I entered the hospital, ignoring stares, and ran in Y/n's hospital room.

"Y/n?" I asked as I saw my wife sat up on her hospital bed.

"Baby." She whispered.

{A/n; edited.}