chapted 24~ how'd you get in

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I sat on the bed, staring out the window, trying to work out a plan of how I could excape. I turned my attention back to the door for what felt like the 100th time.

I slowly stood up, walking towards the door, pulling the handle.

"Don't even try it, it's locked" Jason said, I jumped back, looking over at him.

"How did you get in here?" I asked raising my eyebrow

"I was here the whole time" he said a slight smirk appearing on his lips.

"No. You weren't. " I said shaking my head "how did you get in" I repeated crossing my arms.

His eyes darted around the room, chuckling. I frowned at him, he looks like he's a kid who's just Been caught out in a lie

"You're imaging things sweetheart" he said running his hand through his hair.

"No, I'm not" I said blocking his way to the door

"Move out my way" he said looking down at me, clenching his jaw.

"Not until you tell me!" I snapped

He moved back pulling his hands over his face and running his hand through his hair.

"Tell you what?" He spat

"How you got in here!" I shot back, getting closer to him.

"I've told you! I was here the whole time" he said, almost shouting.

"No! You weren't!" I said exasperated.

"For fuck sake...." he started pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'll figure it out" I stated simply, with my arms crossed.

"What?" He asked, his head snapping up in my sudden change of mood.

"I'll figure it out, one way or another" I rephrased, shrugging.

He frowned, looking me up and down slightly. He strode towards me, backing me against the wall, placing his hands either side of my head.

I looked up at him, the anger evident in his eyes, he clenched his jaw, watching my every move. I raised my eyebrow, a slight smile playing at my lips.

Why is he getting so pissed off?

I'm the one who should be pissed off with him.

I placed my hands against his chest, pushing him away, or at least trying to.

He looked away from me, his jaw slightly ajar. I watched him intensely, what is going on inside his head? A few seconds passed before he looked back down at me.

"Move" he ordered, taking his hands away from either side of my head, pushing past me and walking out the door.

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