Perilous ! (A Jason McCann Love Story) Under New Construction

Chapter Twenty Three : "What Goes Around , Comes Around!"

*Ashton's P.O.V*

We were taken straight into a small room inside of the station , as i clutched onto my moms hand tightly as the police officer told my mom to leave the room and wait outside . I watched her leave as I felt a swarm of nervousness swell up in my stomach , I sat back in my seat , curling my fingers around either side of the plastic chair . As i dug my nails into the cheap plastic I slowly looked up to the officer who had his eyes burning holes into my skin .

"Lets begin" he spoke blankly as he clicked the tape in place inside the recorder . I nodded as I sunk my teeth down into my bottom lip . "When was the first time you met Mr.McCan?" he asked , fiddling with his black ink pen in his long tangling fingers .

"June 5th 2013" I coughed under my breath . The memories he gave me and the way he always could find a way of winding me up . It was as if I was answering the questions but my mind was else where .

"The day of the bombing" i heard him sigh under his breath , as he scribbled into his notepad "And where did he take you ? Did he hold you hostage at any point?" he lowered his eyebrows to me as he curiously looked up at me from his notepad .

"No , no no . It was nothing like that!" I protested as I shot my eyes up at him . "It was ..... It was ..... He saved my life sir!"

 

*Jason's P.O.V*

"She had nothing to do with you Charlie but you still had to hurt her!" I squinted in confusion at him as he sat smug in his arm chair glaring at me .

 "Pretty sure she did Jason" he sighed as he dabbed his blunt cigarette into the ash tray . How i so longed to just take one drag on a cig right now .  "The necklace was hung around her neck . I'm quite sure it did have something to do with her" he coughed lightly as he sat up a little more in his seat . "I thought you didn't care anyway?" he smirked as he stood up from his chair and strolled over to the counter and poured himself out some Jack Daniels .

 I do care .  

"I don't" I coughed as I watched him slump back down again .

 "Course you don't" he scoffed sarcastically , sipping at his liquor. I followed his eyes and landed his tracks on a laughing teen who stood by my side in a blue jacket . His right hand wrapped around my wrist tightly to make sure I didn't escape . Along with the handcuffs that knotted across my wrists : however he got them I will never know ."Take him away Ben , i'm sick of looking at him" Charlie spat as he sat back in his chair . 

I lost my rag , i tugged my way out of 'Bens' grip and stormed my way over to Charlie "Just remember you little fuck!" i screamed "What goes around , comes around!" i was then back into the tight grab of Charlies gang members , who took me back down into the cellar of their workshop . As Ben shoved me into one of the many empty cells i coughed as the dust closed my lungs . 

As i sat lonely on the stone cold floor with nothing but only a single blanket laying by my side . I sat leaning on my knees , my head sunk in between . "Hi there" i heard a crusty old voice crackle from in front of me . I looked straight in front of me to see a middle aged man staring at me , his hair was quite long and greasy .