This is life.

69 ➤ Be faithful

Britney Patterson+

I wake up to hear someone screaming my name frantically, almost as if the person- whoever it is- was desperate for my attention. But why?

I groan sharply when I feel my neck stiff with pain, I realise my head had been hanging forward, my chin almost touching my chest as I was up right. My confusion only grows when my vision focuses to my legs, noticing them barely touching the floor. I look up and see my arms chained to a metal support system of some sort. "Britney," The voice calls once more. "Britney. I bite my lip hard, shutting them in denial as I see him in the dark room once my eyes adjust and I lift my head up. I open my eyes, only to still see him. Jason. With his wrists tightly bounded to the arms of his chair and his ankles bind to the front legs of the chair. Jason looked absolutely distraught. His face practically red with fury but also soft with worry. I notice his clothes covered with stains of blood and can't help but assume the worst possible reasons to why that's on his shirt.

"Jason?" I whispered distraughtly. He nods. "Jason?" I repeat.

How is this possible? It must be a dream. I was in my apartment, in my bedroom, on my bed before I took a nap. How is this happening? This can't be a reality.

I have no idea how long it has been or what had exactly happened or why but all I have to say in this moment is that I am terrified. Not only is someone that I still care for immensely involved in what seems to be a potentially dangerous situation, I only realise now that this is indeed, the truth. I know I'm awake when I take notice the actuality of the pain I feel in my body. What is happening?! I look at Jason desperately, feeling a great need to seek guidance and comfort. "What's happening? What the hell is happening?" He shakes his head. "I'm not sure. I've sat here for a long time waiting for you to wake up. Are you okay?" he asks calmly. I shake my head. "No. I don't...I really don't know, Jason. I don't know what's happening. Why are you here? What is this?" I asked. "I don't know, Britney." He shakes his head again. "Are you okay?" I asked him, not able to control the unhealthy concern and attachment that was evident in my voice. He groans briefly, I watch as he tried to focus on me. "I've been drugged with something, but I'll be fine." He told me. "How long have you been conscious?" He stays silent for a minute before answering. "Twenty minutes, at the most." He said definitely. "Where were you before this?" "I was back at home. It must've taken hours to get me here, wherever we are right now." I bite the inside of my cheek in worry. "What? If you were in LA where the hell are we now? I was in Manhattan." I spoke with frustration. "I wouldn't know. But please, I need you to calm down. I promise everything will be alright." He coaxed. I become hysterical. "How can you ask me to calm down?! Look at the situation, Jason!" I shouted. "I-" "Look!" I demanded. He gazes at me sympathetically. "I promise to get us out of this." He continued. "Do you think we'll die here?" I uttered. "I'll protect you." He says, determination in his eyes. "Don't make promises you can't keep." "Please trust me. You need to have faith in me." I sigh. "Okay." I groan, no sensation in my arms. "What's wrong?" He asks, noticing my discomfort. "I can't feel my arms." I tell him as I attempt to move my legs. He looks at the large metal door and back at me quickly. I watch as he struggles to free himself. Minutes pass and I bring my head down in discouragement. I had no hope to begin with but Jason made everything seem okay for a short time. When I hear the crack and splitting of his chair. I gape when I see him break the left arm of the chair, the now disconnected piece of wood flying in the air as it escaped the rope still attached to Jason's wrist. I have never been more grateful for his strength than right now. Even though he's bleeding because of the amount of force he used, I let out a sound of glee when he begins to untie his right arm. He gets to work with his legs once it's free and falls to the floor. "Jason, be careful." I say. He stumbles as he makes his way over to me, and he lets his head rest on my right shoulder, putting more weight on my body and more feeling of numb pain in my arms. His close presence makes me feel serene and I sigh pleasantly. "Quick." I urge. I don't want to risk wasting any time to invite any more danger.