earned it | the weeknd

four

Aurora

It's been two days since I met up with Abel.

I was meant to meet him yesterday night, but I couldn't get out of the house because of Jesse making me stay.

I'm meeting up with him tonight, since Jesse is going out to deal with some kind of business.

Jesse comes up behind me now and wraps his arms around my waist. He buries his face into my neck, leaving a kiss. "Do you have work tonight?" he murmurs.

I try my hardest not to squirm. "Yeah," I say. I force myself to turn around and wrap my arms around his neck. "What time will you be back? Maybe we could . . ." I nod towards the bed, smiling.

"Or how about now?" Jesse asks, arching an eyebrow. He lifts me up and places me down on the bed, starting to kiss at my neck.

I feel a sick feeling growing in my stomach and I pray for something - anything - to stop this from going anywhere.

All of a sudden, Jesse's phone starts ringing, causing him to groan.

My heart lifts as he peels himself away from me and grabs his phone from the bedside table.

I shift, hoping he doesn't decide to carry this on. "Is everything okay?" I ask.

Jesse looks up at me from his phone. "I have to go, baby," he says. "But I'll be back for this, okay?" He leans down and kisses me.

"You best be," I say and he grins.

"Love you," he tells me.

"I love you, too," I grin.

As soon as he leaves the room, the grin falls from my face and I rub at my neck, feeling disgusted.

I look at my phone to find that it's only six o'clock. I have an hour left to kill, since I'm meeting Abel at seven.

I lay my head back, a sad memory coming to mind.

"Whose fucking baby is it?" Jesse screams.

"It's yours!" I protest, moving back against the bed and freezing there.

"No, it's fucking not!" Jesse spits. "I know you've been cheating on me. Who the fuck have you been seeing behind my back, Aurora?"

I stay quiet, too scared to say anything. I can't tell Jesse about Abel. He'll probably kill him and I can't lose the guy that I actually love over the guy I'm pretending to love.

"ANSWER ME BITCH!" Jesse screams, his loud voice echoing.

I jump at the sound of his raised voice. "I swear on my life," I whisper, tears running down my face. "It's yours. I'm not seeing anyone."

Without saying anything, Jesse walks towards me, grabs me by the hair and drags me to the  bathroom.

When we get inside, Jesse flings me onto the cold, tiled floor.

He sneers down at me. "I'm going to ask you one last time," he says in a low, menacing voice. "Who have you been seeing behind my back? Because I know for a fact this ain't my baby."