Hostage

Chapter 27 - Alone

Jason was lying flat on his bed, gazing up at the cream colored ceiling. Nothing was making sense to him. Why would Zoey rat herself out when she was teamed up with the cops in the first place? The cops were on her side. Jason didn't know that of course, but all he knew Zoey was in his place... In jail, not with other people, but just in a holding cell until she had her hearing. Jason could only imagine Zoey in her orange jump suit, with her hair all tangled and messy, her make up smeared underneath her her eyes. Jason could almost hear Zoey whining about the hard uncomfortable bed, it made him emit a brief laugh. Zoey was the type of person to always complain about everything... that was one of her favorite things to do.

A sigh emitted Jason's lips. It seemed everytime Jason and Zoey finally get back together, they are split up once again. Even though, they are split up... that does not mean their love is at risk. Distance makes the heart grow fonder.

There was absoloutely not anything Jason could do, but just sit all by his lonesome, and maybe smoke a blunt or two. He hasn't really smoked as much as he use to, but he didn't think he really needed it. He had Zoey to keep him sane. 

Jason wandered over to his dresser, fishing out his metal container which was his Weed stache. He always hid it in his drawer.

He laid the metal box on the cotton sheets and opened the lid, the legal smell roamed all around the room, causing Jason's mouth to water. He missed the daze it gave him, the mellow feeling, he was calm, and boy it sure could make him eat much more than he could without being high.

Jason placed the green substance into the wrapper, folding it one way, and a bunch of other ways to make it stay in place. He trailed his tongue along the edges, to make the wrapper stick. He held the blunt to his mouth and lit the end, causing it to flame. Smoke inserted his mouth, and exited as he exhaled.

"Shit, this is good." Soon enough, Jason could feel the tention in his body release. His muscles were relaxed, his eyes were half way closed and red, all he wanted to do was sleep after he was finished with the blunt, but he always thought to himself, I'll sleep when I'm dead.

Jason placed his metal container back into his dresser and made his way to the kitchen to find something to eat. He was famished for something good. Anything would sound good to him, as long as it filled him up. He skimmed his eyes along the inside of the frigde, and curled in his bottom lips at the sight, finding a carton of eggs, a box of cream of wheat, pancake mix, milk, a twelve pack of beer, and a couple of regular things you would find in a refridgerator. 

Jason reached his hand into the fridge and pulled out a beer and placed it on the marbled table top. Before starting his meal, he flicked the cap off, it landed onto the table, rolling in circled before coming to a complete stop. 

The liquid slid down Jason's throat as he gulped it down half way. A slight smile curved on the edge of his mouth. "Oh god, how much I missed this." 

Without Zoey with him. he felt free. Don't get him wrong, he loves having Zoey around to keep him company, but sometimes he needs his space. Space is always good in a relationship.

Jason took one more swig of his beer, and began to cook his meal. He decided to cook himself some breakfast, eventhough, he wasn't that good of a cook, he decided to actually read the directions this time, step by step. 

He held the box of pancake mix into his hands, he silently read the directions in his head and got out all of the ingredients he needed, and a big bowl to contain it. 

To make pancakes, all he had to do was pour the flower into the bowl and add eggs with a cup of milk and stir it until it was completely mixed. 

Jason could not wait to get his mouth on the maple syrup tasting pancakes when they were done, it made his mouth water in delight. Jason poured the mix into a hot skillet, letting the mix drip out of the side of the bowl, making a big whole circle. "This isn't that hard." Jason said to himself as gazed at the pancake that was soon enough brown.