Hostage

Chapter 40 - One Last Time

BOOM, The door slammed behind Jason as he held the mysterious note between his finger tips. Veins were protruding out of his wrists, and all the way up his arms. His breaths were quivering with anger.

"Jase, what's wrong?!" Zoey asked as she ran into the living room as she heard the door slam violently. Her heart was racing, and her blood ran cold at the sight of Jason.

Jason could barely talk... his heart was hurting, and the feeling of guilt overwhelmed him to the point where he almost vomitted.

Abby clinged to Zoey's hip. Zoey leaned down and eyed Abby. "Go back to the room sweetie, I'll be there in a minute okay?" Abby nodded and did as Zoey said. Zoey waited for Abby to get into the room before she asked any more questions.

"What is going on?" Zoey swallowed her saliva and anxiously waited for an answer. Jason's head was down, he slowly looked up into Zoey's gaze. His mouth was open, but no words were coming out.

"Jason... tell me what is going on?" Zoey demanded impatiently.

"Dani... is dead." The piece of paper twirled onto the floor as it dropped out of Jason's fingertips. Zoey's eyes lit up with shock. It felt like someone had stabbed her right in the gut from his words.

"W-what... She was just alive..." Jason held back his tears and clenched his jaw. He let out his anger by pounding his fist into the wall that was closest to him.

"Jason, stop it!" Zoey grabbed Jason's arm trying to snap him out of his mode, but it seemed like it was not working too well. Jason snatched his arm from Zoey's clutch.

Zoey noticed there was a note on the floor. She picked it up and read it in her head. Her eyes widened at the black ink that was screaming at her in black bold letters.

"That fucker set you up... he knew all along that he was going to kill her and frame you for her death... you have a lot of charges so you would go straight to prison... Jason we have to leave now!"

Jason was resting his head on his arms that were on the wall. He turned around facing Zoey.

"Where are we going to go Zoey? I have no where else to go besides Canada and I am not going back there... I have no one..."

Zoey gnawed on her bottom lip as she skimmed through her mind for a place to stay.

"You have me... we can stay at my house." Zoey murmured.

Jason squinted his eyes at her words.

"Hell no... Your dad hates me Zoey."

"Would you rather spend your whole life in prison getting fucked in the ass by a greasy black man... or would you rather live with people who love and care about you?"

Jason clenched his jaw in and out and heaved a sigh. It didn't take Jason five seconds to pack a bag. Zoey knew she got through to him and Jason knew she was right. The thought of a black man making Jason his bitch made his skin scrawl.