in the night | the weeknd

three

Jasmine

My eyes fly open and I quickly sit up, causing Abel to stir beside me. I suck in my breath and turn to look at him. He rolls over to his side and pulls up the covers over himself. He looks so peaceful.

I don't want to disturb him, so I just get out the covers as quietly as I can and tip toe out the room.

How the hell did I even manage to fall asleep? I remember just coming back here with Abel. We smoked a few blunts, drunk a little and talked.

I know I said okay to staying the night when he suggested it, but I never actually intended to do so.

I don't know how I even ended up in his bed. But honestly, that was the best sleep I got in the past seven years.

As I walk down the stairs, I look down at my phone. 18 missed calls and 20 texts. Shit. How am I meant to explain myself?

"You trying to sneak out on me again?" Abel's voice makes me jump out of my skin and the panic takes over me. "You weren't even going to say goodbye?"

I turn around to find him looking at me with sad eyes. "I'm sorry," I say and he walks towards me. "I really have to go." I turn towards the door and open it, but Abel closes it. He places both of his hands on the door at my sides, so that I have nowhere to go. "Abel," I whisper.

He leans in closer and I freeze in my place. Abel kisses me and I eventually give up and kiss him back. It's just like that night when we first kissed - there was so much lust, passion and desperation in our kiss. "Is that even to make you stay?" Abel asks against my lips.

I look up at him. "I -" I start to say, but I'm cut off by him kissing me again. Abel picks me up and grabs my legs, wrapping them around his waist. His hand squeezes at my thigh and my lips part a little. Abel slips in his tongue and his hands move up closer to my inner thigh. I quickly push him away. "Stop," I say breathlessly. "I can't do this."

"Why not?"

"I have to go," I tell him, not looking him in the eye. I can't stand to see the sadness and pain in his eyes because I know that it's all my fault that he's feeling that way.

"Let me give you a ride," Abel suggests.

"No," I tell him firmly. The last thing I need is for Abel to know where I've been staying. I start to open the door and walk out, but quickly walk back in and hug him tightly.

Abel responds by pulling me closer to his body and burying his head in my hair. His hand rests on my back, while the other strokes my hair. "Why does this feel like I'm not going to see you ever again?" he asks into my hair.

Because you probably won't, I think to myself. I'll probably be six feet under.

Instead of answering, I just pull away and kiss him on his forehead.

"Am I going to see you again?" Abel wants to know.

I look at him and chew the inside of my cheek. I want to see him again, but that all depends on what happens in the next couple of hours. "Maybe," I whisper.

"Maybe?" Abel echoes. He starts shaking his head. "No, no, no. Say yes that I'll see you again."

I smile weakly. "Yes," I say and he relaxes. "I should really go."

"Do I get one last kiss before you leave?" Abel asks, hopeful. I feel a shiver run down my spine when he closes the space between us. He leans in close but I beat him to it and just place a kiss on his cheek. Abel glares at me, a small smile spread across his face. "Give me your phone," he demands.

"Why?"

"Because I need you to text me when you get home, since you don't want a ride back."

I love how caring he is, but it could lead to me getting in trouble. And that's the last thing I want right now.

I hand Abel my phone and watch as he puts his number in. He hands it back over to me, smiling. "Please text me when you get home, okay?" he says. "Otherwise I'll just keep calling."

I nod my head and walk out the apartment.

* * *

I take a huge deep breath in and out before pushing open the door to the house.

The snell of weed and alcohol fills my nose. The house is quiet which probably neans that I'm here alone. Or not.

"Where have you been, Laura?" Dre asks, stepping out of the living room. His eyes are red and he holds a half-smoked blunt in one hand and a glass full of alcohol in the other. He takes a hit from the blunt and exhales slowly, glaring at me.

I gulp. "I was at a friend's," I answer, feeling the fear build up within me.

"Ha," Dre says, finishing the blunt. "I didn't know you had friends." I just start back at him as he takes a sip out of his drink.

Me and Dre first met five months ago - just one month after I moved back to Toronto. I was in desperate need of a fix and a place to live and he happened to have both. We then started up a relationship (which I highly regret).

"Did you work at the club last night?" Dre asks now.

My throat goes dry. He's going to get mad at me when I tell him what happened. I shake my head and he raises his eyebrows. "I - I lost the job," I say quietly.

Dre's eyes flash with anger. "What?" he spits. "You lost the fucking job? How the fuck are we supposed to pay for our next fix?" He smashes the glass against the wall and I jump hearing the glass break. My phone vibrates in my hand and Dre looks down at it. "Who's texting you?"

"I don't know."

"Give me the fucking phone." With shaking fingers, I hand the phone to him and he looks down at it. "Who's Abel?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"Just a friend," I say shakily.

Dre chucks my phone on the floor. Somehow, the screen doesn't crack. "Don't fucking lie to me, bitch!" he screams. He reaches down and grabs a shard of glass. "You fucking him?" Dre holds the piece of glass at my throat.

I shake my head furiously, tears streaming down my face. "No!" I protest.

Dre slides the glass down to my collarbone. He digs the glass into my skin and I clench my teeth at the pain. "What was that? I didn't hear you." He buries it into my skin even more and I scream.

"I didn't fuck him!"

Dre removes the glass from my neck and I quickly wipe the blood away with the back of my hand. He uses his jumper to wipe away any other trails of blood and I flinch at his touch. "It was your birthday yesterday, right?" he ask and I gulp and nod. "Well, I guess it's time for some birthday beats."