complicated

chapter 38~ composure

MY POV:

I sucked in a sharp breath, wincing at the pain that shot through my hand as I ran my fingers over the blackening bruise.

"Fuck" I hissed, biting my bottom lip

I bounced my leg up an down in an attempt to distract myself from the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes.

"What the...." I muttered, quickly wiping my cheek and running my hand through my hair.

I sighed, pushing myself off the bed, rushing towards the mirror in the corner of the room, finally acknowledging the sharp sensation radiating from cheek.

I breathed out slowly, grazing my fingers over the swollen area.

That's attractive.

A knock on the door echoed through the room, causing me jump back in surprise.

Before I could say anything, jason emerged in the room.

I crossed my arms over my chest, frowning slightly

"What do you want?" I asked, trying to regain composure

"Can you not make this anymore difficult than it has to be?" He remarked, rubbing his hand over his face.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes and pushing past him.

"I havent finished speaking" I pointed out, grabbing my upper arm as I walked past.

"Well hey" I started, shrugging "there's a wall over there" I continued, nodding over to the wall. "Maybe you'll have more fun arguing with that" I added, flashing him a fake smile, pulling out of his grip.

"Nooo" he droned, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me back.

"Get.off" I snapped, pushing his hands off me.

"Sweetheart c'mon...." he groaned, running his hand through his hair.

"What?" I challenged, raising my eyebrow.

"Look... I'm sorry....ok?" He admitted

"Woah hang on, did I just hear Jason McCann apologise. I Must be dreaming" I said bitterly.

"Just!....hear me out...please" he begged, grabbing my hand.

I stared up at him, the warmth from his body oddly relaxing.

I pulled my hand out from his grip.

"Fine. You have 10 minutes" I sighed, crossing my arms once again.