Could I really love him? (Jason x reader)

Chapter 9-Back Again

Y/n's POV:
While I was riding in the cop car to the station, I caught my self looking at the window. To various trees passing by and street lights every now and then. Once we arrived at the station the sky was now pitch black. The whole time I was in the car I could only think about Jason, was he okay? I mean I know he can't die but he seemed pretty dead to me. Wait why should I care? I finally escaped! But..apart of me was telling me to go back.

After the interrogation, seeing I was clean and had no background to the murders and Jason was at fault and I was free to go. But, I had to figure out what happened to Jason.
"So..what's going to happen to him?"
"Not sure haven't had a phone call yet."
So with that information I decided to wait until they did.

About an hour later the officer received a phone call.

"He's not here".

"What do you mean he's not there? I Shot him right by the power house, did you check there?"
"Yes sir, we checked the whole camp for a matter of fact, there is no body or bodies for that matter."
"What do you mean there's no bodies?! The murders happened just a few days ago!"
The officer was now yelling into the phone. But how does he know about the murders? Ginny?
"I'm sorry sir there's just no bodies anywhere."
He then sighed and called off the search and hanged up.
"Well I guess you know what happened to him,they can't just seem to find him."
I nodded and thanked the officer and went out the front door. I sighed and decided to go the gas station to grab some food and go to a motel for the night.

I'll go back home tomorrow.

Waking up a few hours later in a roach and run down motel I had a screaming headache. I got up in the same clothes than I had yesterday, oh right my stuff. I'll just go back to get my stuff back, I mean It couldn't hurt..and Ik pretty sure that's the only reason I want to go back.

I got an Uber to go back to camp crystal lake. I tipped the driver and waved him away and made my journey back to me and Jason's shared cabin. Once I got closer I noticed the shower house,the lake,the main cabin. Memories flooded my mind with the time I spent with Jason. I started to feel tears fill my eyes, do I really miss him that much? The real question is, is he really gone? I tried to shake those thoughts and feelings away, I only came back to get my things.

Walking back up the old crooked cabin steps up to the porch to the cabin me and Jason shared I started to feel a bit anxious, what if he was waiting for me?

Don't be silly.

I turned the old broken door knob and the familiar creaking sound flooded my ears.I opened the door to find the same old dusty brown couch and the run down kitchen, everything stayed the same. I climbed up the stairs to our shared bedroom, memories of us holding each other invaded my thoughts. I gave the bed a week smile and began my search for my bag. After searching what seemed like forever I found it under the bed.

Slam.

A loud slam could be heard from downstairs, I didn't think much but my body gave the reaction to hide under the bed. Loud footsteps could be heard treading downstairs to the stairs. I covered my mouth so if the person came in the couldn't hear me breathing.

Creeeeak.

The bedroom door opened up slowly to reveal some old busted up shoes. The shoes were walking along side the bedroom till they stopped at the bed.

"Y/n..come out."

Jason? He wasn't dead!, my fear subsided and I quickly ran from under the bed prepared to give him a hug. But instead he grabbed my shoulders, hard; and slammed me against the wall.
"You left me."
He said sternly.
I was about to respond but he took out a knife from his back pocket and put the tip under my chin, am I crazy to think that was hot? But besides that I better explain so I don't die.
"Jason..the only reason I went behind that tree is to tell them to put the power on I wasn't going to leave"
I stared off saying half the truth.
"Then when the shot you they made me go to the police station for questioning..then I slept in a motel, just to come back here the next day."
He listened to my story and put the knife away from my face and put it in his back pocket stepping away from me. He paused for a moment before speaking.
"I'll believe you."
I smiled and rushed over to him putting both my hands on his cheeks.
"Are you alright".
I said to him sweetly and in a caring way.
He nodded but still had a pout on his lips. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and asked if he wanted something to eat, he nodded and I quickly made him a snack.

So, I guess this is my life now. Staying with Jason. I would complain but I actually like it here I feel protected with him even though he pulled a knife on me, I still did. I think I could really make this work.
After he finished his food I felt his eyes study my face, how his eyes traveled to my temple to my chin. It was so cute seeing his curiosity again. I guess I have to be the one that makes the first move. I inched closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder waiting for his response. He then grabbed my chin and made me face him. He scaled my face one more

To my eyes

To my nose

Then to my lips.

1030 words.

A/n:
Okay Jason I see you 👀