I'm Lost Without Your Warmth

I cling to Oliver’s arm as we wait on the curb for the cab to arrive. The rest of the guys were still inside the bar partying but Oliver decided it was time for me to go home. I, of course, fought him on that before he practically carried me out here and called the cab.
“You’re drunk aren’t you,” Oliver says and chuckles. I immediately recoil and deny him, I’m not drunk. I only had…hm… 2 or 3. Okay, maybe 6 drinks but I have a high alcohol tolerance. Oliver laughs again and I smack his arm with my free hand. My arm is around the crook of his elbow and I take a moment to admire his tattoos.
“You have…very pretty tattoos mister,” I smile and look up to meet his gaze.
“Why thank you ma’am,” he smiles as well and then the yellow car finally pulls up in front of us. I approach the car and Oliver grasps the car handle and opens it. He gestures for me to get in first, I oblige and he soon scoots in and closes the cabbie’s door. The driver asks for the address and I spit mine out going as slow as possible and giggling between words. Eventually the driver can punch my address into his GPS and once we start driving I throw my legs over Oliver’s lap.
“Well what do you think you’re doing?” Oliver questions me while smiling once again.
“Getting comfy, plus I’m kinda sleepy,” I yawn and Oliver wraps his arms behind my back and pulls me onto his lap.
“Here you can nap for a little while you want, we have over 20 minutes until you are home,” Oliver whispers and I snuggle my head into his chest. I place my arms around his neck. I let my eyes droop closed and I attempt to fall asleep. Instead I just stay cradled against Oliver’s chest and I feel him beginning to stroke my hair. I smile, I love it when people play with my hair.
We eventually pull up to my place and Oliver pays the cab driver. He pops open the door and he slides his arms under my back and legs. Oliver carries me out of the car and I am forever grateful, I’m ready to just fall asleep for ten years.
“Ari, what number is your apartment?”
“Oh, uh 3rd floor 257.”
Oliver opens the door leading into the building and going through the motions and eventually stops in front of my apartment. He slowly places me down and asks for my keys. I dig around in my pockets with clumsy movements and finally find the cold piece of metal. I hand it to him and he sticks the keys into the lock and swings the door open. I groggily look up and spot Jake coming to the door. Oh no. He’s gonna be so mad at me. Jesus Christ, I can even see it on his face how mad he is.
“Oliver, maybe you should go,” I mutter to him and subconsciously shrink into Oliver’s side. Jake gets to the doorframe and glares between me and Oliver.
“Who’s this Arumi? Mind introducing me,” Jake spits out. Olive puts his arm in front of me and pushes me behind him a little bit. Oliver grows a smile across his face and tilts his head down a little to Jake.
“Hi mate, I’m Oliver Sykes. Lead singer of Bring Me the Horizon and under management of Ari as of today. Who are you,” Oliver says and Jake scowls at him.
“Jake Aspen. Arumi’s boyfriend. I also suggest you hand me my girlfriend and leave,” Jake spits out and crosses his arms across his chest.
“Well I can’t leave without knowing if Arumi is safe. So what’s gonna happen after I leave Jake.”
“Nothing much. We’re just gonna go to bed after I give her some painkillers for this hangover she’s most likely going to have.”
Oliver turn from Jake and faces me. He pulls me into a hug and whispers into my ear.
“Are you going to be okay if I leave without you?”
“Yes, I’ll be fine.”
Oliver’s arms leave my body and he gives me a pat on the back before leaving after saying ‘bye mate.’ After the elevator doors close in front of Oliver Jake immediately grabs ahold of my arm.
“What the hell do you think you were doing?” Jake spits on my face and tugs me inside and slams the door. He looks it and brings me into the living room.
“I just went out and had drinks to celebrate with the new band,” I stammer out and already feel tears roll down my face.
“Don’t cry. Arumi you’re so weak, I have no idea why I’m still dating you. You’re not even that pretty! I’m so tired of your petty little life in your petty little world in your petty little mind. You deserve everything bad that happens to you,” Jake yells and his hands clamp into fists. I brace myself. I can tell what is going to happen next before it even happens. I scrunch my eyes closed and slow my breathing.
His fist meets my rib cage and I coil over and wrap my arms around my mid-section.
“Ow! That hurts like a bitch!” I cry out and fall down to my knees. His foot makes contact with my side and I fall over. Waves of pain rake through my torso as more and more hits and kicks meet my body.
“You’re just a worthless slut,” Jake spits out before leaving me on the carpet in the living room. The door to our bedroom swings open and slams shut. Jake locks the door and I shrink myself into a little ball. My arms wrap around my knees and tears just keep rolling down my face. I can already feel the dark purple bruises forming across my ribs.
Jake was smart and only hit my torso. Then no one would see in public and only him and I would see the injuries he inflicted. That’s how he kept it secret. I of course can’t tell anyone. If I tell anyone my whole world will come tumbling down.

Notes

Sorry for the 5 day wait! I was completely blocked on how exactly to continue with the last chapter and so I just didn't. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed. It revealed a few key components to the beginning of the story so that's cool.
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~Kirsten