Lexi
The friends we have as children shape us. Some of them we keep forever, some of them we lose along the way... but all of them leave something behind... or in his case, take something as they leave.
Mason Jennings held my heart in his hands at...
TW: SCENES OF EMOTIONAL TURMOIL, TRAUMA - REFERENCE TO ABUSE. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION.
Structure Info:
Normal font - Present (as usual)
Italics - Mason's inner thoughts (as usual)
Italics underlined - sentences written in Lexi's notebook
Bold Italics - Past from Mason's POV
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"Mason where are you going?"
"Leave me alone Sam!" I yell, not looking back as he follows me down the stairs.
"Tell me what's going on" he calls after me.
"Not now." I snap, slamming my hand on the exit button for the main door and storming out.
I basically sprint to Sam's truck, pulling open the door with such force it swings back and collides with my shoulder as I get in the driver's side. I'm an inch away from jamming the keys into the ignition when they're ripped roughly from my hand.
"Get out the car Mason" Sam demands, now holding the keys hostage in his right hand which hangs down at his side.
"Give me the keys." I reply, my voice low and commanding while I remain in my seat.
"I can't do that." he shakes his head.
"You have to." I respond, maintaining my tone and turning my head so I can meet Sam's eyes. Maybe then he'll see just how serious I am.
"I'm not letting you drive in this state. We somehow avoided a trip to the ER last night, I'd like to keep it that way." He replies calmly. I feel as though I finally get a glimpse into how someone being talked down from a bridge must feel by the way he speaks to me. I can feel his anxiety as he tries to pacify me - to make me see reason.
Now I know why so many negotiators fail. It's fucking patronizing.
"Just get out the truck Mason and talk to me. Something clearly changed in the last few minutes. I heard you talking with Hugo and you were nothing like this then. What did you do?"
The anger I've been attempting to restrain bursts at the seems.
"What did I do?!" I spit at Sam, a venom dripping from my tone that used to be reserved for Lexi. Though I guess, it still is given the circumstances.
I practically throw myself out the car and into Sam's personal space, squaring up against him. Our equal height and similar weights makes it an even fight but he's running on fear and concern while I'm fuelled by an untamed chaos of anger, hurt and confusion. My guess is that if I had to fight him for the keys, the odds would be in my favor.
