Thick as Thieves | j.b. a.g.

Chapter Twelve

-Kayla's P.O.V.-

I was worried sick about Jason. He hasn't answered my calls, he hasn't come home, and he could be dead for all I know. He's not exactly liked by many people in Ontario. So, my worried thoughts are verified. I wanted to call the police and report someone missing, but Jason is a killer. Plus he broke out of prison. Jason has been trying his best not to get out of the house much. Lord knows where he is at this time of night.

I paced anxiously back and forth, trying to calm my nerves. There's was absolutely nothing I could do and it wasn't fair. That's when it occurred to me that there's one thing I can do. I quickly got onto the laptop and looked up Justin's phone number. Killers phone numbers are on the internet, too.

Once I found Justin's phone number, I quickly called him. After three rings, he answer.

"Justin speaking." He said in a serious tone. 

"Justin." I whimpered, not sure if I'll be able to speak the words I needed to say.

"Kayla?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's me." I sobbed.

"What's wrong?" He asked, full of concern.

I was crying so much I could not even answer his question.

"Jason is missing. We had a fight and he hasn't come home." I stammered. 

Justin sighed heavily into the phone, mumbling curse words under his breath. 

"I'll go looking for him. Stay in the house. Lock all the doors and don't answer the door for anyone except me or Jason."

"Yes, sir. Thank you Justin." I hiccuped.

"No problem."

He hung up the phone and I sat on the couch, thinking. I tried to stay optimistic about the whole situation, but I couldn't. I was too panicked. I wanted to go out looking for Jason myself, but Justin told me to stay in the house. I trust he's looking out for me. I should've never started a fight with him. This is my fault. I should've been more grateful and sweet.

My stomach started aching. All this stress wasn't good for the fetus. I sat down on the sofa, placing my hands on my belly.

"We'll find daddy, my love." I cooed to the baby.

I was more saying it to calm myself down. The fetus could live without him, but I can't.

I need Jason.

-Justin's P.O.V.-

I hung up the phone and groan in annoyance.

"What's wrong, boss?" Dash asked.

I looked at him through the overhead mirror.

"My brother is missing." I say as I turn the van around. 

The boys groan.

"I thought you were done helping him?" Crash asked.

"I thought I was, too, but apparently not."

The boys groaned in annoyance again.

"I'll drop you guys off back at home, if you want. I can deal with my brother alone." I offered. 

I know they don't care for my brother and neither do I, but I did care for Kayla. I couldn't turn down her when she's in tears. Don't get the wrong idea. I love Acacia more than life itself, but when I had to help get Kayla back from New York, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. And knowing my brother, he's not the kindest person on the earth.