Till I Met You (Ariana/You)

Chapter 38

~Y/N's POV~

The sun was bright and shining through the window. I could hear some remote noise from outside. I wanted to stretch myself. I was naked and blushed a little at the memories of last night. Getting up in the morning was so difficult, it was so nice and comfortable lying under the warm blanket. I discovered that there were no arms wrapped around me or any breaths fanning my face. It saddened me a little that I didn't wake up to a perfect morning after what happened last night.

I turned around and a smile reached my ears as I saw Ariana, her hands tucked behind her head as she laid facing the ceiling with her eyes closed. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she looked tense. I reached out to her face to soothe her eyebrows but immediately became alarmed when her hand grabbed mine from touching her face. 

She was awake. 

She was already awake.

She gently pushed my arm away and got up, holding the bedsheet to her chest and facing the other side of the room. Her tanned legs dangling off the bed and she looked like she wanted to get up and walk away, but she stayed. 

My heart literally broke in two at her actions. 

Worry lines etched onto my face and I clutched the sheet to my chest as I got up. I crawled towards her and laid my hand on her shoulder, making her body stiffen.

"Ariana, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice cracking a little at the end. She had never behaved this way towards me before that it broke me inside. At the sound of my weak voice, Ariana turned around to look at me. Her eyes were a darker brown. She looked angry and tense, but I could see the concern behind them. 

"Ariana, tell me what's going on." I almost begged and she stood up, wrapping the spare sheet around her bare body. She started walking away and anger built up inside of me. This is definitely not what I had in mind for a perfect morning. And, I am not a patient person when it comes to problems. I want them solved right away. 

"Ariana!" I shouted across the room, just as she reached the door. She stopped at my voice but stood there, never turning around. I waited for her to say something. The sound of the clock ticking away precious seconds and minutes were the only noise that filled the room. Reminding me of the minutes that were supposed to be perfect, but now they were a disaster.

Suddenly, she turned around, her long hair whipping over her shoulder to rest on her back, giving me a sharp gaze and walked towards me with stride and determination. My heart skipped a beat as she reached for my arm and pulled me out of bed. I tumbled a little but knew that Ariana would never hurt me. She pulled me to stand in front of the huge mirror. In an instant, she had pulled the white sheet that was curled warmly around me away. And there I stood, completely and utterly naked in front of her and the mirror.

I knew exactly why she was angry right there and then. 

"What are these?" Her voice was low and controlled. Like she was trying to control herself from doing something. 

My eyes scanned over the small bruises and faded scars that etched my thighs, my stomach, and my back. There was one scar, a deep one that was stretched from my hip to the back of my thigh. I shuddered, trying to push back the memories that were poking my mind. I had totally forgotten about all these things that I always hid perfectly. The time when her fingers reached underneath my shirt, I had pushed her away afraid she would see the bruises. The dresses I wore, were also dresses that hid the small scars and wounds on my body. I had been always cautious of them. They were a constant reminder every morning when I bathe. Reminding me that I was weak, and that I never fought back. How could I have forgotten about this? Did lust and desire blind me so badly?