Trust

chapter 13.

Ariana

It was 8:44 at night and my phone was vibrating non-stop. Rolling around in bed I stretch my arms out before turning around in the, rather uncomfortable, squeaky bed.
My phones going crazy and here I am frantically looking for it. Sighing I get out of bed as the cold air hits my legs and I shiver dreading to already be back in bed, or better yet, back home.
Seeing my phone on the ground I pick it up as I see who the contact is, Jase, it read, of course.

Sighing I slide my finger across the screen as I put the phone up to my ear, "Hello?" My voice says through the line, "Ari," Jason says and I can tell he's trying not to freak out right now. "Hi jase," my hushed voice calmly says. "Baby I'm so sor-" I sigh, "Jason please, I'd really rather talk about this is person," he seems to understand but he seems really distraught. "Okay," his questioning voice speaks.

"Can I come get you?" He breathes, hopping from foot to foot, a habit I do when I'm nervous. "Jase I just got here, you woke me up," I say, "just send me where you are," his tones changed from kind to serious in just matter of seconds. "O-okay," I swallow, "Thank you, I love you Ari," his voice is in desperate need of something but right now, he's not getting it, "Bye Jason," and with that I end the call, deciding it wouldn't be too bad with him coming to get me. I wanted to stay here but he's in this mood where he needs me, and not sexually but physically and emotionally.

Quickly sending Jason a text on where I am I grab my stuff, not that there's much and decide its best I leave now.
Heading down to the lobby Im greeted by the same guy I met here 3 hours ago. Swallowing spit in the back off my throat, it seems to catch his attention, "Ah madam," he says in his accent, he's looking at me confusingly and I realize it's my time to speak.

"Hi, my friend is coming to get me so do I pay or," my voice is hoarse and I'm very shy but he seems to get my point, "Free," he simply says, and I look at him alert, "Hm?" I hum and he laughs shaking his head at me, "You haven't stayed here that long, what's the point?" He laughs again as I stay utterly confused. "No no, I couldn't do that sir I can p-" I'm cut off, "Darling don't worry about it besides, I think your 'friend' is here," he says teasingly before motioning his head to jason standing in the doorway unknown of the situation. "Thank you so much," I grin before my cheeks go red.

Jason comes towards me lifting me into his arms like in weightless. "Ready to go Babygirl?" He says in my neck and I giggle as I feel it tickle me.

"As soon as you put me down," I huff as he places me back down. "C'mon," he says grabbing my hand and dragging me outside to my car. Opening the door for me I thank him before putting on my seatbelt. I hear him come in the car and he tries to grab my hand but I pull it away. "Baby," he sighs and I look out the window.

"Ari, I'm sorry, truly sorry," he sighs sweetly and I shake my head,
"No Jason, first you snoop on my phone like that then you yell out me because you thought I was keeping stuff from you, oh hell no," I say trying not to sob like the pathetic girl I am.

"Please," he pleads "Just take me home," I whimper trying to control my tears. "Okay," he says sadly, obviously, not taking it any further which I'm very grateful for. He backs out of the bumpy, old parking lot and heads to some abandoned road, hopefully taking me home. I can tell he's holding back on something and a sudden urge hits me to make him feel even the slightest better, no matter how much of a bipolar freak this makes me.

Humming softly, I grab his hand that's not on the wheel and carefully place my palm in his, interlacing our hands. Jason looks over at me, probably confused as a lost puppy, "I'm really sorry, you know," is all he says and I ever so gently whisper back a simple, "I know."
"Jase," I quietly speak and he hums disappointingly. "I-I forgive you," I croak out and his eyes pop open, and he looks pleasantly surprised. "Really?" He squeals like a little kid and I laugh shyly, "Really," I pause, licking my lips, "But Jason, who do you think is leaving those messages?" My voice seems to be cracking with fright and Jason seems to notice because he takes a big huff, and replies, "I really don't know baby, but I'll find out," taking my knuckles up to his perfect shaped lips, he kisses them and squeezes my hand.