beauty behind the madness | the weeknd

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Abel

Later on, I join Rose in the shower. She looks so tired - of course, she would be, we've been at it for the past couple of hours. Her eyes fly open when I kiss her cheek.

"Tired?" I ask and Rose nods, her eyes closing again. I smile to myself and grab the bath sponge, squirting some bath lotion on. I start scrubbing her back lightly. When I'm done, I bend down and start scrubbing the back of her legs and then the front of her body. Her eyes are still closed. "Hey, sleepyhead," I say, pecking her lips. "Don't fall asleep on me."

Rose's eyes flutter open and she smiles at me. She leans her forehead against my shoulder and I wrap my arms around her. Rose's head goes heavy and I'm sure she's fallen asleep. I switch the shower off and pick her up, her head falling on my shoulder. I carry her to the bedroom and place her naked body down on the bed, before pulling the covers over her. I wish I could join her, but I can't - I have to go to the club and sort out some business. I plant a kiss on Rose's head and quickly get dressed and grab my keys.

When I arrive at the club, I notice someone watching me. I look up to see that little shit Jordan glaring at me. He starts walking in my direction. What the fuck does he want? "Where's Rose?" he asks in a slurred voice.

"At home," I answer.

"I want to see her," he snarls.

"Well, bitch, you can't," I say, shrugging.

"Listen," Jordan says, coming closer to my face. I can smell the alcohol on his breath. "I want to see her. Do you fucking understand me?" He starts pointing his finger at me.

I grit my teeth. Why can't he just understand that Rose doesn't want him? "Well, she doesn't want to see you," I say, smirking.

"You fucking my girl?" he asks, completely changing the subject

"She's not your girl. She's mine," I say, running my hand over my beard. "She always has been." 

Jordan's eyes flash with anger and then he smiles. "She'll come back to me," he says. "She'll get bored of you."

I scoff. "I hardly doubt that," I say. "She loves my dick too much." I walk away, smirking to myself.

Rose

The next morning, I'm standing in the diner, waiting for my order, when I feel someone touch my shoulder. I turn around to find Jordan, smiling at me. Ugh. This is not how I wanted to start my morning. I roll my eyes and turn back around.

"So you're just going to ignore me?" he asks. I roll my eyes again and huff. He steps in front of me. I don't look at him. "Rose, stop being petty."

"I'm not being petty, Jordan," I sigh. "I just don't want anything to do with you."

"Can't we just be friends?" he asks, as the woman hands me my order.

I laugh bitterly to myself. "Definitely not," I say. I spin on my heel and start walking away, but Jordan grabs my wrist, holding tight. I clench my jaw, trying to ignore the pain, but he's gripping me too tight. "Ouch, Jordan, you're hurting me," I say. I try to snatch my arm back; but he grips it tighter. There's definitely gonna be a bruise there.

"You know, you moved on pretty quickly," Jordan scowls. "I bet you don't even think about our dead child. You're too busy spreading your legs."

I feel the anger burning up inside me and I look up at him, eyes flashing with anger. "I think about my baby everyday!" I snap. "And you know what? I blame you every single day, too. So don't you fucking dare talk shit and assume what I'm doing with my life!" I twist my arm and snatch it back. I start to massage my wrist as I walk out the shop.