Perks of being a Criminal

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Aaliyah:

Jason has been back in the basement doing nothing but trying to find Sam. I know it's so rude of me but I don't think we will be finding her anytime soon. I feel terrible about it all, he is too hooked and I understand that is all the family he has left. I get it and today he brought all of us down into the basement to show us the research he's done.

"Okay, I don't know much but I do know that she is still alive and fighting to find a way out. I've located all of Daniel's hideouts. The most recent one is in the Bahamas, but I seriously doubt he would be there, so we'd have to check his other locations." He points to the projection on the wall, it looks like Damien has hundreds of locations. How in the hell are we going to find Sam if there is hundreds of places she could be?

"Jason, I just don't know. There is hundreds of locations she could be, how are we going to find her?" I give him an apologetic look. The last thing I want is drama or another mental breakdown.

"We'll search every location if we have to. I have already called back up. He has more men than we thought. He has at least 30 men in each location, I don't know that many people and I don't know what fight we are getting into. This is almost psychotic. I agree with you that there is no way in hell we could take them all. I'm sorry guys I just want my sister back and if she's dead..." Jason looks down and he shakes his head. I hesitate to get out of my chair just as he looks back up at me and there it is. The pain, the hurt in his eyes I could never bear to see. "I will find who ever laid a finger on her and slice them into the littlest pieces possible." The hurt turns into anger, this isn't good. He can't get angry.

I get up out of my chair and grab his hand to take him upstairs. I know he needs to cry and I can tell he needs to let all of his anger out some how.

"Jason? Are you okay? Will you talk to me?" He walks into the kitchen and takes out a plate throwing it to the ground, shards of glass flying into my barefeet and into his as well. He grabs another, continuing to throw the dishes one by one to the ground.

"She can't be dead! She just can't Aaliyah. She can't be dead." He throws another to the ground and breaks down into a sob. Not him, not him. I know how this feels and I know it's unbearable. I get down on the ground on top of the glass and hold him in my arms.

"Shhhh Jason Shhh. We'll find her, don't worry baby we'll find her. And if we don't, you have to let go. You can't hold on to her forever. You can't let your grief eat you alive, you have to let go Jason. You just have to let go." I hold him and he just continues to sob until he just couldn't anymore.

Jason:

Aaliyah takes in a sharp breath of pain between gritted teeth and I scrunch my nose at the sight of all the blood oozing out of her leg. "I'm sorry baby." I take out a shard of glass from the back of Aaliyah's thigh. "I feel so bad." She shakes her head, burying her face into her crossed arms and continues to hiss every time I pull out bits of the plates I threw to the ground. I needed to replace all the plates I threw, I didn't mean to but my anxiety got the best of me. I can't quite explain why I thought it would be okay to ruin Aaliyah's stuff. I want to explain to her that Sam is the only family I have left. I don't have parents and I don't have any other family to go to. If Sam did turn out to be dead, I don't know how long it would take me to get out of the hole I crawled into. I wouldn't have anyone to talk to, I wouldn't have any family for my kids to call Grandma or Grandpa or their Aunt. I should realise by now that Sam couldn't have lasted a year being tortured and beat, possibly raped. I scrunch my nose again at the thought, clenching my fists so tightly I feel my nails digging into my skin.