earned it | the weeknd

one

Aurora

"You fucking slut!" Jesse screams as his fist connects with my cheek, causing me to lose balance and fall to the floor. "What the fuck did you think you were doing flirting with that motherfucker?!" He starts kicking at my stomach, while I yelp out in pain.

"I wasn't flirting!" I cry out. "I swear! Please - ahhh!" I scream when he grabs hold of my wrists and twists them. "Jesse! Stop! Please!" I scream out in pain as b continues to twist them. I swear, it feels like he's going to snap them.

"Liar!" Jesse snaps, letting go of my wrists and slapping me across my cheek. The slap stings and I cradle my cheek, feeling it burn. I know it's going to turn red.

"I'm not lying, I swear!" I say, tears running down my cheeks.

"Stop fucking crying!" Jesse yells in my face. A couple of flecks of spit land on my face, but I don't move. "I said stop fucking crying!" Jesse slaps me again - this time across my ear, causing me to lose my hearing for a couple of seconds.

I feel a throbbing pain in my head and clench my teeth, trying to ignore the pain, but it's too much.

Jesse starts beating me until I eventually end up blacking out.

When I wake up again, I'm in the bathroom and there's flecks of blood on the white tiled bathroom and floor. The colour disgustingly stands out, causing me to feel sick.

With an aching pain in my body, I get up and throw up into the sink, my body feeling weak.

My head is all fuzzy and I feel like I'm going to blackout again. I quickly splash my face with ice cold water, causing my whole body to wake up from the shock of the coldness.

I walk over to the closed bathroom door and lean my ear against it. Judging by how quiet the house is, I'm assuming Jesse's gone out.

I lock the door and step into the shower. If he is home, I don't want him coming in while I'm showering.

I step into the shower and put the shower on. The hot water hits me, warming my body up, but it starts to make me feel dizzy so I turn it back to cold.

My whole body throbs and aches as I shower and I have to end up sitting on the floor.

When I'm done, I groan to myself. I haven't got a change of clothes to wear and I don't want to get out and see Jesse - if he's home that is.

Biting my lip, I unlock the bathroom door and open it as quietly as I can. I tip toe across the hallway and go to my bedroom. I quickly start pulling on the first thing I find - jeans and a jumper.

My belly starts rumbling and I gnaw on my knuckles, debating if I should go downstairs for food or not. If I don't eat, I might end up blacking out. But what it Jesse's home?

My belly rumbles again and I sigh. I'm going to have to face him one way or another.

I go downstairs to the kitchen and grab a sandwich from the fridge. I scoff the sandwich down and take a couple of long swigs from my bottle of water.

The front door opens and I freeze in my place. Move, I tell myself. Move! Now!

I can't get my feet to cooperate and I end up standing there frozen. I hear Jesse's footsteps coming in the direction of the kitchen and I feel the tears spring up in my eyes.

Jesse looks me up and down when he steps into the kitchen and I gulp. "Oh, you finally woke up," he states and I nod. "What? You can't fucking speak now?"

"Y-yes," I say quietly.

Jesse sighs and walks towards me. I keep my eyes on the floor and flinch when I feel him lift my chin. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" he says, resting his forehead on mine.

I nod. "I'm sorry," I whisper.

Jesse moves his forehead away from mine and glares at me. "Say it louder!" he snaps, causing me to jump.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" I say.

"You best fucking be!" Jesse screams, pointing a finger at me. "Because if you piss me off anymore, you won't be waking up! Do you fucking understand?"

"Yes," I say, robotically.

"Good," Jesse says, nodding. He places a kiss on the top of my head and I stay still, holding my breath.

I finally breathe out when Jesse leaves the room.

Biting on my knuckles, I lean forward on the counter, propping my head in my hands.

Jesse just told me that he'll kill me if I piss him off again. He always gets pissed off at the smallest things and sometimes it's not even my fault!

I don't want to fucking die - especially at the hands of my abusive boyfriend.

How am I meant to get away from him?

The last time I tried, he managed to track me down and beat me to a pulp - I almost died, since he was starving me and continuously beating me.

I need to get rid of him, but I don't want to get my hands dirty.

I need someone to do it for me. And I know just who that person is.