in the night | the weeknd

five

Jasmine

I step under the shower, closing my eyes and thinking about last night. Abel looked so mad when he saw me with Dre. I get why he would be, though - especially after what happened between us.

Remembering the feeling of him pleasuring me makes the heat rush between my legs.

My eyes fly open again when I feel a presence behind me. I don't turn around. "Good morning, sexy," Dre says into my ear. I feel him rub his length against me and I suck in my breath. I'm not in the mood for it.

"Morning," I mumble.

"What's wrong?" Dre asks and I shake my head. "I know how to cheer you up." His hand moves down between my legs and I squeeze my eyes shut.

I catch his hand and hold it, squeezing gently. "I'm not in the mood, baby," I say, turning around to face him.

"You still mad at me?"

"What? No!" I protest. "Why would I be mad?" I wrap my arms around his neck and place a kiss on his lips.

"If you're not mad, you wouldn't keep pushing me away," Dre says, glaring at me and I feel my heart beat speed up. "You haven't let me fuck you for the past week."

"Dre," I say slowly. "I'm just not up for it. I've been really tired from work, that's all."

Dre ignores me and pushes me against the wall, hard. My back hits it and I swear I feel and hear my bones break. He starts kissing at my neck.

"Dre, stop," I say. "Please."

Dre ignores me and bites down hard at my neck. He grabs his length and just when he's about to slide inside me, I push him away from me with all the strengh I have.

I start running out the bathroom, but he manages to catch my arm. He twists it and yanks me back and I yelp out in pain. "The fuck you think you're doing, bitch?" he screams and I flinch at his words. "You really think you could get away? You must be out of your damn mind."

Dre grabs me by my hair and drags me to the bedroom. He shoves me down on the bed and climbs on top of me, putting all his weight on me. I try to get up but I can't move.

I start punching at him and I end up hitting his chest. Dre grabs my hands and glares at me. He slaps me across the face and I  cradle my cheek, while tears spill down my cheeks. "Please," I whimper. "Please, Dre, stop."

"Shut the fuck up!" Dre snaps. "I get what I want when I want it, do you fucking understand?" I don't say anything. "I SAID DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!" He punches me across my jaw and I feel my head go fuzzy. My vision starts to go blurry and I try blinking to regain my focus. All I see is a blurry image of Dre hovering over me.

Without saying another word, Dre trails his hand down my body until it reaches the spot between my legs. "Are you going to give me what I want?" I hear him ask.

I nod and let out a loud whimper when he slides inside me. I close my eyes and ignore the feeling of him slipping in and out of me as well as the sound of his panting.

Instead, I just think back to my happy times with Abel.

"Come on, Jas, run!" Abel calls out from in front, as he runs towards tbe alleyway in front of us.

"I'm coming!" I shout after him. "God, Abel, it's only rain!" I stop running and start walking instead after getting stitches. God, I am so unfit.

"You know that I hate the rain, Jas!" Abel finally makes it into the alleyway and he pulls down his hoodie. He looks towards me and shakes his head, smiling.

I finally make it into the alleyway, completely drenched and Abel just smiles at me. "What?" I ask.

"You're crazy," he states and I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Crazy for liking the rain?" I ask and he just nods and shrugs. "It's refreshing."

Abel's face twists into a look of confusion. "Refreshing?" he ehoes.  "No it's not."

"Shut up," I say, not bothered to argue with him. Abel laughs and takes out a blunt from his hoodie, setting it between his lips. I grab the lighter from my pocket and lean forwards to light it up for him. I watch as he starts smoking it.

After a couple of rounds, he hands it to me and I lean back against the alleyway wall, breathing out large weed-scented clouds, while Abel watches me.

"Sometimes I feel like running away." I say, more to myself than him.

"Why?" Abel asks from beside me.

"Because my life sucks," I tell him simply.

"I'm sure it doesn't." If only you knew, I think to myself. Abel wraps his arm around me and squeezes. "Besides you've got me. I'm not going anywhere. Understand?"

I turn to look him in the eye. "Okay," I say. I take another hit from the blunt and playfully breathe it in his face.

Abel catches some of the smoke in his mouth before breathing it out again. "Can I ask you something," he says slowly, his arm still wrapped around me.

"Shoot," I say. I drop the blunt on the floor and light it out by using the toe of my trainers. I turn my attention to him and he bites his lip.

"Why do you hate talking about your family?"

I freeze for a long time, just staring at him and then I shrug. "I just don't like talking about them," I answer. "It's not like I have the perfect family, you know."

"It seems pretty much perfect to me," Abel comments. "I wish I had a dad and a brother."

I feel my throat go dry and I look up at him. "I'm sorry," I say and he just shakes his head.

"It's not your fault my dad practically abandoned me," Abel says, shaking his head.

I lean my head on his shoulder and squeeze his arm. "He's an asshole for doing that," I tell him and Abel lets out a little laugh. I look up at him, a serious look on my face. "I'm being serious, Abel. You're amazing. Yes, you may be annoying and a right little shit sometimes, but you're amazing and I'm so glad that I have you as my best friend."

Abel grins, looking down at me from under his lashes. We just stare at each other for a long time. "Please don't ever run away," he says quietly. "I'll be lost without you."

I force myself to smile. "I won't," I tell him.

Abel smiles and grabs my hand, pulling me out into the pouring rain. We laugh and he folds my into a hug, raking a hand through my tangled, drenched hair.

And that's the moment I started to fall for him . . .