After a long ten hour flight and an eerily quiet Jason we were now back home, or should I say we were back at Jasons house.
Jason had left me in here for the past few hours while he did who knows what, at this point I didn't want to do anything. I was so frustrated and heartbroken that I didn't even feel like crying, this has happened to me multiple times before. I would cry so much that I get tired of crying so I just stare at a wall. It helps me instead of whining about everything I am able to just think about everything.
I was currently sitting on the bed in a criss-cross position as I was staring at black TV screen. Instead of watching the Kardashians or Shark Tank I looked back at myself through the screen.
I heard a knock on the door and knew it was Jason he came in without so much as looking at me. Every two hours or so he would give me a snack, but looking at the clock it was dinner time. From the looks of it Jason attempted to cook chicken nuggets and fries, everything was burnt but I didn't have an appetite at the moment.
Jason placed the food right in front of me on the bed and walked away, but what caught my attention was the redness in his eyes.
Was he crying?
Before Jason shut the door he was turned around facing away from me not slowing me to see his facial expressions. I knew he ωαитє∂ to turn around and forget what happened in the last two days, he wanted so badly to forgive me. But his stubbornness held him back causing him to slam the door in frustration and continue with his doings.
Like usual I went to out the food by the door and laid down only to be facing the phone, it was the exact same phone I used to call Dylan with.
I miss Dylan
I remember his phone number by heart, I remember everything about him, I've only know him for three weeks but it feels like I've known him for three years. It was hard for me to look at the phone without thinking on the conversations Dylan and I had; as much as it took an emotional toll on me to look at the phone. I couldn't resist the urge to call his number even though I knew he wouldn't pick up, the exactly what I predicted happens and the answering machine picked up. I left a voicemail that I wish I could've told him before he died.
I love you Dylan, I really wish you were with me right now. Im going to stay strong and be happy all for you.
I hung up the phone not expecting a voicemail back and fell asleep.
~ᗩ ᗯEEK ᒪᗩTEᖇ~
I've been trapped in this room with only my thoughts to keep me company for a week, I haven't heard a word from Jason. He's still giving me the silent treatment and gives me food every two hours but I really just want to have a conversation with someone. I've had a lot of time to think about everything that's happened in the past month and how my life changed so drastically. It's obvious Jason isn't going to apologize even though he's obviously the one who needs to apologize the most. I need to be the bigger person in this situation if want Jason to forgive me.
It's as if Jason could hear my thoughts.... Oh wait he can, because he came in and laid down next to me.
"I'm listening" Jason said raising his eyebrows
"Look Jase I-"
I looked at Jason's innocent face and his teary eyes looking at me sternly, I reacted without thinking and tackled him in a bear hug. I looked at him straight in the eyes and smiled I know he really does love me and tries his best to treat me like a princess even though I refuse it.
"I know you love him"
Jason didn't even react to my bear hug instead he gave me the same stern look he's been giving me for the past week. My smile dropped and my eyes began to water not because Jase was still mad at me but because he brought up Dylan.
"Did you think I didn't know?"
"I thought you said you wouldn't invade my thoughts?"
"Dol- I mean Lana do you really think I had to invade your thoughts to figure that out?" Jason still had me in his embrace but wasn't hugging back
"Look Jase I'm not going to apologize for loving Dylan but I will apologize for not trying to accept your love. I know that you are really trying your best for me it must be hard on you for the love of your life not to love you back."
"If you think me killing Dylan was easy then your wrong, he was like a brother to me and I actually knew him. We went through a lot of things together and I fucking killed him for you and now I think to myself.... Are you even worth it anymore?"
Jason me dead in the eyes and didn't hesitate his words once, what he said hit me. Did he really just tell me that I wasn't worth it?
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أدب الهواةEerie Strange and frightening Inspiring inexplicable fear, dread, or uneasiness Lana Bisogin a shy seventeen year old girl finds herself in an eerie mishap; with the notorious twenty one year old Jason McCann. Jason нad it all from money, women...