Dangerous Love // JARIANA

First day on the job

Ari's Pov

BEEP BEEP BEEP, the sound of the alarm rang through my ears causing me to wake from my deep slumber. Mentally groaning, I reached over to my bedside table where my phone was and turned it off. It's Saturday morning and here I am, waking up at 7:30am to start my first shift for my new job.

I've never worked a day in my life. I just graduated from high school about a month ago and have absolutely no idea what I'm doing with my life.

My brother and I recently moved here to the Bahamas, in a beautiful place called Nassau, all the way from Los Angeles. We lived in Anaheim with our parents at the time. Unfortunately about 2 months ago, they passed away due to a serious car crash.

My boyfriend at the time was nothing but ignorant to me when I first found out about my parents passing. He ignored my calls, texts, he even ignored me when I tried to talk to him face to face at school. So I left him and decided it was best for me to move here with my Nonna, but my brother decided he wanted to come as well since he really had nothing left in Anaheim to stay for.

My Nonna's house is so beautiful, there's no where else in the world I'd rather live than right here with her and my brother. Her house is on the beach which will be the perfect place for me to write my songs.

I slowly lifted my body up from the warm mattress and felt my eyes roll back into my head. Swinging my legs over the side of my queen bed, shivers ran up my spine as I stepped onto the cold wood floor. I managed to slowly take myself to my bathroom en suite. My body desperately needs a nice warm shower. The door to my shower was already opened so I stepped in and turned the hot water tap on. I quickly stepped back out of the shower so I could undress myself. Watching my reflection in the large mirror, my eyes focused on the left side of my thigh. The side where I had cut myself with a fresh razor. I know it was a bad idea, but at the time I felt so lost and lonely. My ex was the one to blame though because he never tried to cheer me up or take my mind off the horrible memory I can't seem to get out of my head. A small, disappointed sigh escaped my mouth before I stepped back into the shower.

Feeling the hot water touch my bare skin was refreshing. I looked down at my scars and lightly ran my fingers over each individual cut. Small whimpers escaped my mouth as I remembered what had happened that night.

(Flashback)

"Babe what's wrong" Austin asked as he saw me sitting by my window with tear stained cheeks.

"N-nothing. I'll be fine" I put on a fake smile but he just rolled his eyes at me.

"You never tell me anything, I'm always wasting my time worrying about you and it's like you don't even care because you never tell me why you're upset. I'm fucking over it, I'm your boyfriend why don't you tell me anything" he yelled in frustration.

More tears started flooding from my caramel brown eyes. "Austin can we please not talk about this right now?" I cried into my hands.

"Why, what the fuck is wrong, why can't we talk about this?" He stood in front of me and pulled me up by my shirt. "You're going to fucking talk to me Ariana" he growled through gritted teeth.

"M-my parents d-di-died" I cried into his shoulder and wrapped my petite arms around his waist.

I didn't feel him hug me back. My eyes opened and saw the blank expression plastered on his face. Suddenly I felt myself being pushed away and saw Austin walk right out my bedroom door, slamming it shut. That's the moment I broke down and found myself walking into my bathroom, in search for a sharp razor.