complicated

chapter 36~ fight

I flinched slightly at the sound of the front door slamming shut followed by Jason storming into the kitchen.

"Jason?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, leaning against the doorframe.
"What happened?" I pressed, frowning slightly at the cuts and bruises that he was covered in, paired with his blood soaked shirt.

"Go upstairs" he snapped coldly, keeping his back to me, leaning over the sink.

"Excuse me?" I snapped slightly, raising my eyebrow at his tone.

"Don't push me! Get.upstairs. Now." He growled, grabbing my wrist tightly.

My head snapped down in the direction of his hand, anger washing over me.

"Get. Your. Hand. Off. Of. Me." I warned slowly, looking him directly in the eye.

His muscles tensed under his shirt, tightening his grip on me. Clenching and un-clenching his jaw as he looked down at me.

To say he looked angry was an understatement - he looked fucking furious.

"Don't ever fucking talk to me like that again!" He spat, Towering over me. I stared up at him, so many thoughts racing through my mind.

"Oh my god! Do me a favour and Get over yourself!" I shot back, completely exasperated by the whole situation.

His eyes became completely black, no emotion evident in them.

I let out a small gasp, as I felt a stinging sensation on my my left cheek.

He. Did. Not. Just. Hit. Me.

I glared up at him. Without warning, or hesitation, I swung my hand in the air, slapping him across the face.

He stared down at me like I was crazy, rubbing the area I'd hit.

"Do you know who I am?" He snarled, a light smirk playing on his lips. "I'm Jason fucking Mccann" he finished, his grip becoming even tighter, if that was even possible.

"News flash pretty boy! I'm not afraid of you" I spat, smirking back at him.

Bad idea.

Before I could protest, Jason threw me against the wall, a loud 'cracked echoing through the room as my hip came into contact with it.

Ahh!

I bit down on my lip, preventing the scream of pain that bubbled in my throat.

"Come on Jason, you can't hit harder than that" I taunted, raising my eyebrow.

What am I doing!?

He grabbed my elbow, sending a sharp pain through my arm, as he dragged me towards the stairs, pointing a gun at my head.

I tilted my head slightly, a small smile spreading over my face.

Why aren't I scared?

"Do it" I prompted, taking a step forward.

He stared at me, his eyes now blood red. what the fuck?
He clutched the gun in his hand, shifting nervously.

"Jason!" Someone yelled from the top of the stairs.
Both our heads snapped in the direction of the voice.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" Mikey snapped, practically running down the stairs.

"Nothing" he muttered, never taking his eyes off me.

"Lauren, go upstairs" he ordered, pushing me backwards slightly.

"What are you...." Jason started, anger still evident in his voice.

"You need to cool off....both of you" he said calmly, looking between us
"go" he pressed, looking over his shoulder at me.

I nodded, turning on my heel and walking up the stairs, giving Jason one last glance as I reached the top, watching as mikey took the gun from his hands.

Wanker.