AWOKEN (Third Book Of The Nightmare Series)

Chapter 24: Awoken

Chapter 24: Awoken

*Jason POV*

Peace was here..

At fucking last.

The kids were in bed, and Alison and I were laying in our own, talking about memories of ours.

Let's flashback to Nightmare:

"JASON! PLEASE! STOP!" Alison cried. Her master was whipping her on the back with a leather whip. It's been almost an hour.

"NO! THIS WILL TEACH YOU TO TALK BACK TO ME YOU STUPID BITCH!" Jason screamed at the young girl. He was 23 and this little girl was only 16. Alison really didn't do anything wrong. She was a good girl who listened. He was just.. Crazy.

"I-I didn't. I p-promise." She cried into her arms as the leather whip hit her precious back once more. The blood seeped down her pale spine. Jason soon stopped once he was satisfied with his work.

"You have.. Three minutes to clean all this up and get back to work or I'll do worse." He spat, leaving the room. She found her shirt and put it over the wounds trying to ignore the pain that was happening. She cleaned everything in a simple two minutes. The young girl looked at her wrist that was filled with scars and words that started to fade away, but she never let it. She wanted Jason to see what he was doing to her but he never did anything except make it worse. He saw the scars all right, but he never felt remorse or guilt.

Jason McCann.. He's your nightmare.

-.-

"Let's leave."

"No! Are you crazy!" That woke her up.

"Come on. I know you don't want to be here. Let's go home. Where dad is."

"No. Not only would we be caught, dad sold us. He gave us away. The hell with him."

"Okay.. Are you crazy?! Jason doesn't care about you or that mistake you carry around."

"Look Tapanga leave if you want but I'm not. I can't risk betraying his trust. Risks are chances, and I'm not taking a chance like this." She snapped, then fell back onto the bed to only cuddle with Jason again. Bitch. I was leaving whether she liked it or Jason liked it or not

-.-

*Tapanga POV*

"YOU BITCH!" I heard Jason's voice tell throughout the house, he had just yelled at Alison for his problems. It wasn't her fault Jason was insane. But when the insane crying stopped.. I got worried.

Did Jason just kill my sister?

What about the twins? Were they okay?

Was Alison okay?

I ran upstairs to their room to see Jason in the corner, smirking like a fucking bastard and Alison knocked out cold on the floor with a gash on the back of her head that was bleeding as hard as a stab wound, and a giant fucking bruise stretched across half her fucking face. And what was Jason doing? Standing in the corner of the room drinking fucking whiskey.

"YOU BASTARD SON OF A BITCH! IT'S NOT HER FAULT YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY! SHE'S AS INNOCENT AS IT GETS AFTER ALL SHE'S BEEN THROUGH! SHE'S BEEN RAPED AND RECOVERED FROM THAT! SHE'S BEEN ABUSED AND RECOVERED FROM THAT! SHE'S-" My rant was cut off by Jason grabbing my throat and looking me dead straight with his glassy eyes.

"You fucking bitch. The only reason I kept you around is because I can't fuck Alison. But I just might and kill those babies. I wasn't going to let her keep them anyways. I can't fuck her now because she's out cold. So I'm going to fuck you and you're going to fucking enjoy it and like it because if you don't I'll fucking kill you and your sister. Understood?" His all to amazing amber eyes were now a stone cold glassy black.