WARNING: Sensitive Content.
Ariana
I couldn't help but pace back and forth. Jason hadn't come home last night after that little scene at the club. I was worried sick.
My ears perked up at the sound of the door unlocking. I looked over as the door swung open, revealing a very tired looking Jason.
"Where have you been?! You can't just leave me like that and think that's okay!" I had started before he even entered the room.
"Get over yourself Ariana, you couldn't give any less of a shit about me or where I was," He said, rolling his eyes.
"You left me standing there with a group of men who could've done something to me. You just left me there and had everyone else deal with your problems because your anger got the better of you."
"Boo hoo, you need to grow the fuck up and realise not everyone is going to bow before you like you're some kind of queen."
With a wide eyes, I watched as he slumped over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. He had his elbows on his knees, his hands holding his head.
"You have no idea what last night meant," He mumbled, not sounding so angry now.
The way his shoulders were hunched and how his hands covered his face, I realised he was just very vulnerable. He was trying to hide from something. Dare I say, he might be scared of something.
"Then explain it to me so I can understand," I said softly, walking over and sitting beside him.
"It was stupid of me to take you out like that. Now that he knows I have you, he won't stop at anything to ruin you."
"What do you mean?" I asked with a frown.
"He's a disgusting man. He'll take you from me and make you do things you couldn't imagine."
"Jason, just tell me," I was growing frustrated, but I didn't want to show it. He was being so gentle, it was a different side to him.
"He will take you away from me. He will order you to hurt people, probably hurt yourself too. He'll make you live in nothing but your underwear. Then, he'll pay men to rape and abuse you. When he's had his fun, he'll kill you and not have a second thought about you."
My breath got caught in my throat. I was almost shaking in fear. I could tell Jason didn't say it as gruesomely as he could have, and I appreciate that so much.
"It goes to show what kind of person you really are. You left me standing there with him. You knew exactly what he was capable of doing and you left me there! How are you not on your hands and knees begging for my forgiveness?! I have tried my absolute hardest to refrain myself around you. You scare me to death. You're a horrible person and you ruined my life. Yet here I have been, worried about you. Why did you take me, huh? Because you care for me? Clearly you don't so please do me a favour and take me home. I want to be at home, in my own bed with my dogs."
It was as if he ignored everything else I said. He stood there with his head down, until he suddenly looked up as I'd finished my rant.
"You want to go home?" He asked with a daring expression.
I almost didn't say yes. But, you know what? What do I have to lose?
"Yes. I want to go home."
"Okay. Pack all your shit and get in the car."
"I don't have anything to pack anymore."
His face reddened as he grew beyond furious. I couldn't blame him though. I was being very mouthy compared to usual. He was almost shaking in anger, but I knew it wasn't enough to push him over the edge.
Either way, I didn't hesitate to storm after him as he stalked out. He lead me through the barn and out to the cars. As we were getting into the car he signalled something to the few boys who were watching us intently.
"Sit back babe, you're going to wish you didn't ask to leave."
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Oh boy, was he right about that. Yes, he dropped me back home. Yes, I regret asking. The long drive was painful as we bickered with looks, too egotistical to talk.
I wanted to come home and be free. But no. The second we pulled up, I noticed three black cars stopping behind me.
"You want to go in there? Go ahead," He remarked, giving me quite the dose of attitude.
I looked at him, then peered towards the building that once contained my life. In a matter of days, I had been dragged out of my home, forced to live a life I never could have imagined and discovered the most abhorrent things, I still couldn't process them.
My anxiety levels have been through the roof. I had heard and seen more than I wished to. I've been spoken to like I'm the lowest of low. I've been treated like I'm a child and have to obey all rules. All I wanted to do, was run up them steps and jump straight into my bed.
But just as I went to put my foot on the bottom step, I heard him talk. At that point, I knew it was too good to be true. I knew he wasn't doing thing because it's what I wanted. I knew he was doing this to punish me.
"One of you, don't leave her side. One of you, always remain outside her bedroom door. The rest of you, guard all main entries."
I turned around to look at the man who was crushing the little bit of me there was left. He had come into my life so suddenly and has done nothing but turn tables.
My stomach dropped as my mouth fell open. I went to step down to him, ready to go. I'd rather not be here at all if it weren't on my own terms.
Before my body could move, I was picked up. I was carried up the steps that lead to the place I once called home.
"Jason?! Jason!" I yelled out.
"You got what you wanted Ariana, thank me later."
"No, Jason!" I continued to scream after him as I was pulled away. I watched as he got into the car, not able to do anything. I didn't know what was going on. I had no idea what he was planning.
"Please don't go!"
"Please!"
For a moment, his face softened and the stone cold expression disappeared. However, all it took was one glance at me for him to slam his car door and rev the engine.
I'm not the kind of girl who knows many people. I keep to myself whenever possible as I have the tendency to grow an attachment. That usually leads to disappointment. Although I don't agree with his actions by no means, I've grown slightly reliant on Jason as I've had no one else around me. I have never asked him for anything until now, nor do I plan to again. The ache in my chest from his ignorance towards my begging became overpowering.
To think for a moment, I was vulnerable and begged him not to leave... I'm idiotic and stupid for placing that tiny bit of trust in him to do the right thing, and stay.
Note to self; Jason cannot and will not be trusted.
Authors Notes:
I'm back baby
