what you need (the weeknd)

Twenty - Starry Eyes

*'Broken, hurtin', sufferin' from a shattered soul'*

One week later:

Luara

I whisk the pancake mixture with a smile on my face, the happiest I've been in a while.

Everything has been going perfect, in terms of my relationship with Abel, my career and my life in general.

My phone starts buzzing on the counter and I put the bowl down, wiping my hands on my apron before grabbing it to check who's calling.

The name 'No Caller ID' flashes across the screen and I subconsciously furrow my eyebrows before sliding my finger to the right and answering the call.

"Hello?" I speak out, picking the bowl back up again and resuming my mixing. I expect someone's voice to sound through but I hear nothing, just heavy breathing.

My eyebrow raises in confusion as my eyes shift back to my screen, waiting to see if I get any response.

"Hellooo?" I repeat, still getting no reply. I give up and end the call, assuming it's just another scam call.

I finish mixing the mixture and hit the whisk against the bowl lightly, removing any extra mixture off of it. I move to set a pan onto the stove but stop when my doorbell rings.

"Right, who could that be," I say to myself, wiping my hands down on my apron before making my way to my door, my flip flops smacking against the floor with each step I take.

Normally, I'd check through the peephole to see who it is, but somehow it manages to slip my mind in the moment and I open the door, immediately regretting my decision.

Dark brown eyes glare back at me and before I can react, I'm pushed back into my apartment and fall back onto the floor, his body towering over me as I recover from my fall.

My head pounds as I try to drag myself back, making any attempt to get away from him.

"You fucking thought you could leave me, huh?" He spits in my face, bending over to pick me up by my arm.

I scream in pain when he drags me up, pulling me up towards his body.

"You think just because you're with that Weeknd guy, you'd get away from me? Have you not learnt anything during our relationship?" He breathes out, the smell of alcohol fresh on his breath.

This time, he grabs my hair and yanks me towards the living room, his footsteps echoing against the walls.

"G-get away from me, Damon!" I attempt to untangle his fingers from my curls but it's no use, his grip tightens with every attempt I make to escape.

A tear rolls down my face, the pain unbearable at this point until he throws me down on my sofa. I cower away, dragging my body to the corner of the sofa, my eyes never leaving his.

I sob out in disbelief, fear washing over my body as he begins to make his way towards me, his eyes glazing with anger.

"I see you got rid of that sofa we bought together. Did our relationship mean nothing to you!" He shouts in my face, his fists balled up by his sides.

This time, anger slowly begins to seep into me and I find the confidence to face him, pushing him back and making him stumble back, away from me.

"Who are you to ask if our past relationship meant anything to me? You were the one who cheated on me, Damon!" I scream, having enough of his abuse.

"Who the fuck are you to question whether or not it meant something to me! And, what? Now that I'm genuinely happy, you think you can find some sort of way to enter my life again? You thought wrong, bitch," I scoff, staring up at him with all the hatred I've managed to build up in myself for him.