"Cara wake up our flight is in an hour!" I yelled from the bathroom to my sleeping wife. She is so not a morning person. Finally after ten more minutes of me hounding her she got up. "It's about damn time!" I yelled hauling our bags to the door. She got up, put a sweatshirt on and headed for the door. I just laughed, usually Cara is really big on looking good in public but when she is about to get on a plane she just doesn't really care.
We finally got to the airport with twenty minutes to spare. The workers there loaded our bags and Cara and I climbed into the jet. I sat down on one of the couches and watched Cara as she talked to the pilot. She finally got done with her conversation and came and sat next to me. "He said we are going to take off in about five minutes." she said grabbing her phone out of her pocket. She started to read something on her phone and she looked as if she had just seen a ghost. "What's wrong?" I asked curious and worried. "n-n-nothing.. just my manager." she said never looking away from her phone. "Well what did he say?" I asked not believing her answer at all. "He said that I need to be in New York before tomorrow night.". Why the hell does she need to be in New York?.
The flight was long and boring. Cara just stared out of the window the whole way and barely talked. Once the plane landed we walked through LAX and like usual the paparazzi were attacking us. I was not happy to have to be dealing with them again but it was nice to be home.
We finally got back to our house, I have missed it here. Don't get me wrong, I loved Bora Bora but it is just time to be home already. Cara and I haven't spoken much since we got on the plane, she has been on her phone messaging her 'manager' and getting a plane ticket for tomorrow morning. I'm sad she has to leave so soon, but I guess she is needed there. I hauled our luggage up to our room and Cara veered off into the kitchen. I'm worried about her, she is acting so distant. I start unpacking our stuff while thinking about Cara. I can't help but feel somewhat apprehensive. After a good hour of unpacking and thinking a crash in the kitchen pulls me from my troubling thoughts and I run towards the noise. As I enter the kitchen I see an extremely drunk Cara sitting on the floor trying to pick up the broken glass from her bottle of wine. "Cara what the fuck happened?! Why are you drunk?!" I yelled as I helped her off the floor. She was so drunk she couldn't even talk, she just stared at me blankly for a minute before passing out. Thankfully I was already holding her up so she didn't fall to the floor. I picked her up and carried her to the couch and laid her down. I made sure she was okay before I went back into the kitchen to clean up the broken glass and spilled wine. Why the hell is she drunk? She never drinks like this unless if something is wrong..
With these thoughts still lingering in my mind I clean up the kitchen and head back to the living room. Cara is still passed out on the couch. I sighed as I walked over and sat down next to her. I flipped the TV on and tried to relax. It's been an extremely long day that just keeps getting longer. I was seconds from falling asleep when I heard Cara starting to stir. "What time is it?" She slurred obviously still drunk.
"Midnight."
"Oh shit I need to go pack, my flight is in the morning!" She yelled as she tried to stand up. She fell back down onto the couch and clutched her head groaning in pain.
"Cara sit still! And stay there!" I exclaimed as I stood up and went into the kitchen. I got her some Tylenol and some water and made my way back into the living room. She was still sitting there with her head in her hands moaning in pain. "Here, take this." I said handing her the water and pain relievers.
"Thanks." She groaned.
I just sat there staring at her for a while. I had a lot of questions but I know she wasn't up for answering them. Her phone was ringing and beeping off the hook. She kept looking at it and putting it back down. Who is she talking to?. I finally decided to ask the million dollar question. "Who is that Cara?".
"N-no one.. Just my manager." She slurred. I could tell she was lying.
"Since when does your manager scare the living hell out of you every time he texts you?" I retorted. She gave me a wide eyed look before standing up on shaky legs.
"I'm going to go pack." She said blankly before walking upstairs.
About a half and hour later I made my way up to our room, I am more than ready to go to sleep. As I walk into our room Cara is just getting done packing. I go and get in bed not saying a word to her, and she doesn't say anything either. She turns the light off and climbs in next to me. I hate when we get like this. I hate it so much. I can't stand going to sleep angry at her so I roll over and grab her hand. "I'm sorry.." I said resting my head on her shoulder.
"No.. I'm sorry.. It's just.. I have a lot going on right now. It just doesn't ever seem to stop." She said now laying on her side wrapping me in her arms.
"I know.. And I'm sorry about that. I love you Cara."
"I love you too Kenny." She said kissing my cheek. I am so glad we are okay. I smiled and nuzzled into her neck, and with that we drifted off to sleep.
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Why do you guys think Cara has to go to New York? And who do you think she is talking to?
