Hostage

Chapter 45 - Reunited

The sound of soft breathing emitted from Jason's lips as he slept peacefully. The position he was in was the same exact position he fell asleep in. With his mouth open, a trail of saliva streamed out of the side of his lip and onto his pillow that he was slumbering on, leaving a stain with a gray hue.

The sun beamed through the windows and the brightness overwhelmed his eyes making them open. He squinted his brown hazel orbs and placed his legs on the side of the bed. His head was bent down with his messy hair tossed to the side.

"I feel like shit." Jason said in a raspy tone.

Slowly, he stood up on his limbs and held his throbbing head. His vision blurred as he tried to focus his sight. His mouth was dry, and he was longing for something to quench his thirst.

Before Jason went downstairs he decided to get a shower and freshen himself up. In the mornings he always felt disgusting, but this time he felt ten times worse.

The fabric of Jason's jeans fell to the ground. He kicked the pants off of his leg and to the side of the bathroom. Next, he slipped off of his shirt and over his tangled hair. A mirror stood in front of him. Soon enough, something caught his attention. Slowly, Jason approached his reflection bewildered at what his sight was perceiving.

"What the fuck? How did those get there?" Jason asked himself as the purple bruises stood out on his neck and chest. He knitted his eyebrows together as he tried to remember what went on last night. The last thing he remembered was walking Carter home from the bar. He put two and two together and the conclusion he came up with hit him like a freight train.

"Holy shit, I had sex with her..." Jason murmured to himself as he stood nude with his hands holding his weight as they rested on the counter top.

Slowly, his memory formed within his mind. It was clear as day and he knew what he had done. In the pit of his stomach guilt sat and haunted him like a ghost. Even though Jason was intoxicated, it was still not right for him to cheat, which to him at that time he was not cheating. He basically thought he was having sex with Zoey, but... his intoxicated mind got the best of him. The only thing Jason can do now is tell Zoey the truth, or wait until he goes back home. Either way, the outcome was not going to be pretty.

Albeit, Jason freshened up and got dressed to start his day, even though it was already shitty. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached for his phone that was sitting on the night stand beside the bed. With a touch of a button the phone screen lit up. His lockscreen was filled with notifications from Zoey and some of them were not good responses.

With his thumb, Jason scrolled through all of the messages and read them individually. A lot of the texts were just simple cute texts she sends him to let him know she loves him, but the last message that was sent made Jason's heart drop.  It read:

"Jase... you know I have been thinking and I know it has only been a day, but damn I realised I couldn't do it... I can't live without you. I tried to sleep in my bed, but you weren't there to cuddle with me. That's when I sat up and knew what I had to do... come to Toronto and stay. I'll be there in the afternoon. I left late last night with my stuff and in a few hours I will be in your arms again... I love you so much. I cannot wait to see you."

With that being said, Jason sat in silence, rummaging through his thoughts on what he needed to do.

"I have to tell her, Maybe she will understand." Jason said as he swallowed his saliva nervously. He knew when he decides to tell her, she isn't going to take it too well. With a sigh, Jason stood up onto his feet and headed down stairs where his dad and Abby were eating a bowl of cereal at the table.