Behind The Screen // vanossgaming ((#wattys2015)) *UNDER CONSTRUCTION*

Chapter 20

Lucy's P.O.V

It was Jason balling his eyes out, looking exactly like Kim Kardashians crying face. I held in my laughter

Should I stay to check on him or should I leave? Will I go home or not? Wait, Should I tell the guys what happened? Oh crap I didn't think this through

Stupid thoughts, distracting me. I tried to push them out of my head.

I had no such luck

You know what? I'm gonna do the right thing, well what I think is the right thing...Which is usually the wrong thing

I slowly started making my way towards him

his head shot up like a rabbit on some type of pig steroids.

I jumped a bit but stood my ground trying to not look like the pathetic, weak hobbit of a human being that I am

"J-Jason you ok t-there buddy?" I asked while slowly edging my way towards him. I took 'baby steps'

He was shaking viciously as tears feel out of his eyes at a dangerously fast pace. Like a damn waterfall

"Stop lucy, JUST STOP! Don't come any closer I-I don't want to hurt you anymore" He cried out, his body gently rocking back and forth

I stopped dead in my tracks and tilted my head like a confused dog. Woof woof motherfucker

Wait, What is he talking about?

"Wha-what do you mean Jason?" I said caringly but I stayed still not daring to move any closer.

He sighed and rolled his eyes rudely "don't act like you haven't noticed" he spat and his tears had completely soaked his top

His sudden change of attitude startled me slightly. Is he on his man period or something?

I opened my mouth to speak but stopped myself. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't think of the right words to say. I might just leave

His eyes had a sort of glint in them, ok now I'm extremely confused...

One minute he's crying the next he's shouting? slowly I started backing away from him but I never broke the eye contact we had

I reached out behind me and eventually found the door handle

"Please don't leave" he whimpered but that strange glint was still in his eyes. I softly shook my head no before turning away from him

Before I knew it he had a hold of my hair. I screamed and struggled trying to set my hair free.

"Stop struggling!" He groaned as I attempted to knee him in the balls

I missed, obviously, I have the aim of a 5 year old boy with two broken arms

He clapped a hand over my mouth. I took this opportunity to bite him in hope he would let go

He yelled out in pain and slapped me hard across the face. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and I fell onto the floor

I felt his gaze on me as I slowly pulled myself up so I was standing.

I immediately spat on his face, I gently put a hand on my stomach and massaged it slightly. I looked up at him as he stood there with a damn kitchen knife in his hands

And my blood was on it!

I grunted and I rushed out the door and onto the soft lawn. Even though it felt like there was a massacre going on in my stomach

Without hesitation I sprinted down the garden and onto the empty road below

As the fresh air filled my lungs a sigh of relief left my mouth. My breath crackled because of how out of breath I was

Ignoring the pain I continued speed-walking down the empty countryside, biting my lip to stop myself from screaming

That son of a bitch