Jason McCanns P.O.V of The Don't Fall For The Criminal Series (All Three Books)

Chapter 39 - F**ked Up

[Correlates with Chapter 91-94 of Don't Fall For The Criminal. Book 1]

I went right home. I destroy a few things in my room. Then I found out everything I need to know about this Matthew. I got all his family information. His address, phone number, fucking everything.

He has like no family. It could be so easy to get rid of him if I want too. Which I do. So I think I will. I will not have my family trauma aired out for everyone to know.

I stomped up the stairs from the basement and saw Travis and Johnson in the kitchen. Great.

"Still pissy?" Johnson asked me. He has no idea what's going on. No one does.

"Shut the fuck up." I snapped at him as I walked by.

"You good?" Travis asked me. I stopped walking and glared at him.

"Are you deaf?" I asked and he rolled his eyes. I walked away and out the front door slamming it as hard as I could. I got into my car and left.

***

I fucked up big time... I almost got caught. I killed a cop. Another cop almost caught me. But I killed him because he somehow know who I was. He was about to call it into the radio so I pulled out my gun and shot him. The cop only came to me because I punched some asshole so hard he fell back, hit his head and I'm pretty sure he's dead.

And it was right after, I ran into someone who has been out to get me. Today is so fucked. I'm so deep in fucked up shit. Now I'm driving. I don't know where I'm going. I think I need to go find the guy to plan Matthews murder. In a way no one will know. It will never get traced back to me.

I started to see tunnel vision as I drove. This is not good. Everyone better watch the fuck out with me. I'm not playing around anymore.

***

I held my head as I winced in pain. My eyes slowly opened to see what was going on. I crashed my car.

"Ugh fuck!" I yelled as I moved my legs. My right leg feel so crushed, but I'm able to move it. I looked at my arms to see one bleeding with glass in it. I looked up at the mirror to look at myself since my head hurts and I'm bleeding there too.

I quickly got out of the car and the other guy in the car I hit was passed out. I put my hoodie up as I looked at my car. It's crushed. It's so bad. I don't know how I'm walking. I looked around and no one was around so I made a run for it into the woods.

"Fuck man. Fuck." I mumbled as I ran. My leg hurts so bad. This is so painful. I can't even run, but I'm forcing myself. I need to get as far as possible. I pulled my phone from my pocket as I continued to try to to run. I groaned as I saw it's shattered. I shook my head and slipped it into my back pocket. I feel dizzy. But I have to keep going. Thankfully that car can't be traced back to us.

I don't want to see anyone. I don't want to go home. I don't want to explain this to anyone. I need to find a motel.

***

After a very long painful walk, I found a motel. I know this one and no one ever goes in from town.   I walked into the office and the guy looked shocked when he saw me. At first, it made me think he knew who I was, but then remembered I have gash in my head.