Him & I

Chapter 17.

Hazel' POV:

I still can not process what just happened. I have just witnessed a fight. Fights always freak me out and somehow this time it was about me.

I didn't even realize my hands are caught up in a tight fist. "What the hell did he just say? You are m-married?" Lauren says in disbelief. 

"Lauren," Corbyn gives her a glare to keep quiet and looks at Jonah waiting for him to say something. 

"All of you. Leave," Jonah says. He looks at me and I wince under his dark gaze. Giving me one last glare he walks into the apartment building followed by Corbyn.

"Is it true?" Zach asks me.

I sigh. "Yes, I'll tell you everything later. I want to go home right now," I look at Ava as she nods. "Let's go," I say to her and walk towards her car.

"Hey wait," I hear Elijah say. "Since when?"

"Ask Corbyn or I'll tell you later," Ava tells her and follows me to the car.

"Do you want me to stay?" Ava asks as she pulls the car outside the house.

"No, it's okay. I just want some sleep," 

"Ok, call me if you need to talk," she says and I nod.

I go straight to my room, my head still spinning from what happened, several questions building inside of my head. Why does it feel like it was all because of me? Jonah was angry at Jack just because he knows about our marriage? As much as I don't want to be the center of attention and part of it, I am dragged into this just because I am Jonah Marias's wife.

I take a quick shower wearing my light pink PJ's and a white t-shirt. 

I really need a hot cup of tea to calm myself. As I am about to leave, I hear my phone rings on my bed. I pick it up to see an unknown number. I think for while weather to pick it up or not.

What if it is Zach? I gave him my number; I don't remember saving his on my phone. I pick it up hoping it is Zach.

"Hello?" I say.

"Open the door," I hear a familiar deep and hoarse voice and recognizes it immediately. It is Jonah. How does he have my number?

"Why? Don't you have spare keys," I say irritably? What if I was sleeping?

"No, that's why I called you," he snaps. 

I sigh irritably and go downstairs to open the door. He is standing in front of me with his arms closed and eyes bloodshot, his hair messy and his face is red.

"Are you gonna stand here like an idiot or give me the way," he slurs and enters the house, stumbling as I give him the way. Is he drunk? I feel my heart stammering. Last time he came home drunk, his father was here, and he was breaking things. What if he does it now? What am I going to do? 

As much as I want to fight him for calling me an idiot, I don't want to argue with drunk Jonah. "Where are your keys," I speak before I could stop myself.

"Not your fucking concern. It's my house. I don't have to tell you where my keys are,"

"Yeah right, well I am not opening the door again for you. It is not my concern as well," I snap back and in an instant he is in front of me, holding my arm tightly, startling me.

He opens his mouth to speak but stops and frowns, backing away he turns towards the stairs but trips, unintentionally I move closer, taking a hold of him. He is wasted, I have two options, leave him here or take him to his room. I choose second because it seems like the right option.

I take him to his room with his one arm around my neck, carrying his heavyweight. He falls on his bed; I take one glance at him. His eyes are closed,  probably passed out. 

I go to the kitchen to get myself a cup of tea.

"Yeah, I got the pictures. He won't be able to fuck with me again. It's my time to play with him now." I hear Jonah's tired voice as I head back to my room. I accidentally left the door of his room slightly open. "It depends on him whether I leak the pictures or not. His girlfriend is good though, definitely better than him. It was fun messing with her," My heart flips on hearing these words. What pictures? I can't help but think the worst.

I remember Jonah and Corbyn talking about someone has a girlfriend a few days ago. If it is what I am thinking I can't let this happen. Not after knowing it, I can't do this again. The guilt is still inside of me for not saying anything the last time it all happened. Knowing Jonah I know he is capable of anything. He is heartless.

"What are you doing here?" I was so deep in my thoughts I didn't even notice when he stopped talking and he is standing in front of me.