Case Closed (Hariana | H.S & A.G)

Part 4: True Colours

Author's Note: WARNING This chapter contains content involving domestic abuse, if this is something you're uncomfortable with reading feel free to skip ahead! However, it also sets up a large part of the plot for the rest of the story and will be discussed further in upcoming chapters! I hope you all still choose to read this story, love you guys!

"Are you tired?" I hear Ricky say rather loudly as we walk down the hallway to my apartment.

"Shhh" I giggle since it's pretty late at night and I don't think Ricky realizes how loud he's being "and no, not really" I add playfully as I grab my keys and open the door. We head inside and I immediately head into our bedroom to change into some sweats. As I change I can't help but think about the girl Ricky was talking to. I've been trying really hard not to bring her up and make things awkward but I really want to know what he has to say about her. But I also know that if I bring her up I'm gonna end up getting really jealous and defensive and we won't be able to talk about it properly. I take a deep breath and try to collect my thoughts. I'm going to speak to him, I have to, this may be one of the only times I can really bring it up and I'm not gonna let it get away.

"Hey, are you game to watch some episodes of How I Met Your Mother?" I hear Ricky ask as he grabs the season two DVD I have in my collection and waves it in the air.

"Sure!" I say with a smile as I grab the water bottle on my coffee table and take a sip. I watch as he goes to pop in the DVD and as much as I'd like to smoothly transition into the subject I can't think of any way to do it so I just decide to blurt it out and get it over with. "Hey, so uhm, who was that girl you were talking to at the bar tonight?" I ask, trying to act as casual as I can.

"What? Who? Oh the girl I was talking to before we left? Nobody- just a friend" he lies.

"You seemed pretty close" I say reluctantly, this isn't an easy subject to talk about but I want to get out as much as I can out of him.

"What are you trying to say?" he asks as he begins to frown and looks right in my eyes.

"Is she the girl you kissed? A couple nights ago?" I ask, my voice is still calm but my heart is beating almost 10 times as fast as it normally does.

"Can we not talk about this Ariana? Look I already told you that didn't mean anything." he says looking down and basically confirming my suspicions.

"Okay! If that's true then why can't we just talk about it?" I argue.

"Because I wanna forget about it! I thought you said you were cool with it!" he rebuttals.

"I was cool with it, until I realized you won't even talk about it? What are you hiding? If it's not a big deal then why are you getting so defensive?" I say while trying to maintain my composure even though these past couple of days Ricky and his behaviour has been driving me crazy.

"I'm defensive? You saw me talking to her for two seconds and dragged me away" he yells.

"I did not drag you out, are you serious? Ricky I waited for almost ten minutes for you to do your fucking shot so we could leave. But whatever, who cares about how I'm feeling." I mock in response to him, I can't believe he's claiming I dragged him out when I waited patiently and then asked if he was ready. What was I suppose to do, let him continue hanging out with the girl he cheated on me with.

"You're crazy! I wanted to talk to her that's it! I didn't realize I was doing anything wrong" he says as he begins to walk towards me, I can't believe he's trying to turn this on me.

"You know what Ricky, you're right you didn't do anything wrong, why don't you go back and talk to her, why don't you go and sleep with her, finish what you started. I'm sorry I'm so insane! You piece of shit." I say as I turn to walk away since I know there's no way this is gonna end well and I'd rather just leave it here. Unfortunately I feel Ricky violently grab my arm and twist it so I'm back to facing him.

"I'm a piece of shit? Don't ever fucking say that to me again okay? You fucking whore" he spits out and I'm honestly in shock. I can't believe he would say that, I wasn't even the one who cheated!

"Hahaha, that's so funny. Let go of me, I hate you! You're a piece of shit I don't care" I yell as I try to pull away from him but he grabs both of my hands and starts to viciously dig his nails into my wrists and it hurts so bad. He's much stronger than I am and I know it'll be nearly impossible for me to pull away from him but I have to try, I'm in so much pain.

"I said don't fucking call me that! You think you can just get away with that? You think you're better than me or something? Because you can wear a fucking wig and make some jokes? You're beneath me, you're lucky to have me and you know it" he says as he mocks my pained expression. At this point I'm honestly scared for my life and I just want to get away from him, I want him to stop.

"Fuck you, I said let go of me!" I scream as I continue to struggle out of his grasp. Maybe if he thinks this isn't affecting me he'll just give up. It doesn't work. I hear Ricky continue to yell things at me but I can't even focus on exactly what he's trying to get across, I'm in so much pain and his words hurt so much, I know what he's saying even though I'm not listening. I manage to take one of my hands which is still being controlled by him and push it into his chest before twisting my body slightly as I try to elbow him in the chest to try and weaken him enough for me to escape. "Are you even listening to me? Hey! Don't fucking touch me!" I hear Ricky yell as he finally lets go of me but before I can even run away I feel his cold, hard hand punch me right in the face knocking me down to the ground.

I'm in so much pain, I can barely open the eye on the side he hit, I feel the tears stream down my face but I'm too shocked to even comprehend my emotions. Before I can even say or do anything else I feel Ricky grab my arms once again as he straddles me and uses his entire body weight to keep me trapped underneath him. He slaps me, I can't believe this is happening, how much more is he gonna do?

I can't do anything but plead for him to get off of me, to not hit me again. I can feel him struggle to try and keep me below him, I have no idea what he plans on doing but I continue to beg for what feels like my life. But, I guess he doesn't want to hear it because sure enough, he begins chocking me and now I can barely speak. I'm not strong enough to take him, my words were my only source of self defence and now he's taken that away too.

After what feels like ages he finally lets go of me once again and gets off of me. I hear him start to walk away from me, I don't know where he's going but I just pray to God that he won't come back and hurt me again. I lay on the ground, unable to move as I hear him open the front door to my apartment and walk out and I let out a sigh of relief.