Can't Stay Away Jason McCan

8. My Daddy Raised Me Better

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"And finally..." She let out an exhausted sigh. "...you are never leaving this house, without me anyway. So if you ever even think about running away or escaping. Just know, I will find you." I whipped it as hard as I could and hit her directly on her perfect big ass.

Abbie screamed the loudest this time, and I don't think it was just because of the pain.
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Abbie POV

I felt humiliated. Completely humiliated. What type of mental human would do such a thing. How many others has he done it too? I hung there swinging, to weak to stand on my legs, it was then I realised I was no longer free. I was a property, an object of another. I could no longer do what I want. Be where I want. Act how I want. He makes every decision for me.

I heard the familiar sound of the elevator moving. After at least 3 hours of being in here alone, my legs felt like jelly. My throat was as dry as sandpaper, internally scratching my inner cheeks.

He walked out of the shadow with a concerned look on his face. Yes, concerned. The Jason McCan is showing an emotion other than sex crazed perv or the angriness of a murderer. Maybe he was? Shit. Maybe I was his next victim. I scrambled as much as I could away from him but my efforts were useless as I was tied to the fucking ceiling. As he saw me tremble under his gaze he quickly walked to my side and began untying me. Not once did Jason speak, but he didn't have too. I looked deeply into his eyes as he undone the ropes. I could see he looked genuinely heartbroken. Something must have happened while I was down here. Something in the real world. I forgot human life actually existed haha.

Once my sore, aching hands were realised and I was fully able to touch the floor, Jason embraced me in a huge hug. I instinctively felt warmer and safer. Wait. Safer?! The reason I didn't feel safe was because of him. He's the reason I tremble! I can't feel freaking safer! I kept my hands over my chest, trying to cover my breasts a little bit. Even though he'd already seen them. It was the principal.

"Abbie.." He whispered in my ear.

"Yes." I sigh.

"I'm s-sorry." His voice cracking at the end. It sounded so meaningful and genuine for a second I actually believed him. I just ignored him and kept my gaze past him. He dug his finger nails into my back.

I screeched, making him aware of the constant pain he causes me.

"Hug. Me. Back." In a split second, the sincerity and honesty I thought I heard in his voice, vanished. I reluctantly hugged him back, against my will. I guess that's how thing are going to be from now on.

I don't do something. He yells. I do it. I don't do something. He yells. I do it. I don't do something. He yells. I do it. I don't do something. He yells. I do it. I don't do something. He yells. I do it.

Gets boring right?

Well that's how he wants things to be around here. However, I disagree. I won't let some boy tell me what to do! My daddy raised me better. Man, I miss my dad so much. I can just imagine him now, he's probably out now, putting posters of me up saying 'lost' or 'missing'. That's what he did when we thought my dog Cassie went missing. (Turned out she was just under the couch.) He's gonna be worried sick. Literally. Dad was diagnosed with kidney failure a year ago you see. And whenever he stresses or worries it makes his condition 10 times worse and critical. My little cousin Alfie, I say cousin but he was more like a brother, was younger, he broke his wrist in 3 places at a bouncy castle party and had to have an operation to reframe it. He was put under local anaesthetic but the doctors gave him to much for his age and he didn't wake up for an extra hour. Within that hour, my daddy was so worried, he passed out, and had to be rushed to operating theatre because they thought his dialysis ran out. However later we found out, he was just worried for Alfie. He's been on the waiting list for a donor for a good 8 months now, but no luck. He may have to wait up to 6 years to find a donor, and in the meantime, without dialysis, he'll die. When he was first put on dialysis (a form of treatment that replicates many of the kidney's functions, filtering your blood to rid your body of harmful waste, extra salt, and water) mum tested her blood to see if she could have a kidney transfer, however she wasn't a match. I never understood why she would risk her own life like that. I asked her once and she simply responded with "true love".

I long to find love like my mum and dad. Locked up in here though, I don't think I'll get very far.

I wipe a stray tear away off my cheek that I didn't even know was there. Looking up at Jason, he still gripped onto my body tightly. I think he noticed the sorrow in my eyes and kissed my forehead. Picking me up bridal style, he walked towards the lift and we began moving upwards. Since he was quite calm I decided to ask him why he looked so distant and upset.

"Jason..."

"Yes princess." He smiled down at me. A beautiful angelic smile. Ew what.

"Are you al-alright." I stuttered.

"I am now." He smiled again. The lift dinged at "floor 3" and he walked out into the bedroom I was previously locked in and lay me down on the white bed I was previously tied to. Lovely.

Jason walked out the door and came back carrying a pair of pyjamas. He handed me them and I put them on, inspecting them as I did so. They were beautiful. The top was black, with AX in diamonds. The pants were tight but soft and comfortable and had 'Armani' written up the leg. These were nicer than any of mine at home. He must of saw me inspecting them because he quickly said.

"Sorry. You probably don't like them do you? They were last minute. I only bought the essentials."

"They're nice." I obviously couldn't tell him that I loved them, I couldn't show him that I was actually happy because of something he did. Don't get me wrong, I haven't forgot about the fact he is an absolute lunatic and should be locked up, but I like these p.j's. Omg I am so shallow lmao.

He lifted me into the bed and tucked the white covers over my body. Jason sat at the end of the bed looking at me with pitiful eyes.

"Well, it's 11pm, and your exhausted, you should try and get some sleep. I've got work to do and shit so I'll see you in the morning baby." He walked over to kiss me on the lips but I quickly dodged so he just collided with my cheek. He sighed walking out of the room and shut the door behind him.

I closed my eyes and imagined being in my own bed in Liverpool, sleep soon took over my exhausted body as I let my poor brain rest.

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AN// Idk if I really like this chapter or hate it. Nothing happens and it's quite short but I kinda like the personal stuff. Idk. I hope you guys liked it anyway. Tell me either way?? Comment pls. Btw I'm not a professional on all the medical stuff but it is extremely relatable to me and a touchy subject so it was sorta emosh. So yeah. Thanks.

-abs✨