Runaway Bride

Six.

You Have Some Fucken Explaining To Do

My eyes widen as we both stared at a pissed off Jason holding his upper arm in pain, still on the ground. His jaw muscles clenched and unclenched, face turning red it looked as if steam was about to start coming out of his ears. This was definitely not a good sign.

"Mia we have to leave now, now!" I instantly pulled Mia's arm running out of the room dragging her behind as Jason gained his balance.

"You're gonna fucken get it princess!" I heard Jason's yell close by meaning he was catching up to us.

I unlocked the front door as fast as I could. I dragged Mia with me out of her apartment and continued to run into a nearby park until I was tackled to the ground. "Kylie!" Mia stopped running as I let go of her hand, stomach flat on the ground.

I thought about what would happen if Jason caught Mia. He would hurt her more than me and at least I was used to it, Mia didn't deserve this. She was just being a nice friend by letting me stay the night and I brought her into this mess.

"Run, I'll be fine!" I yelled pleading Mia to run and as she stood there unsure what to do as Jason held his weight on my back so there was no escaping. She nodded as she wiped her tear before running. Jason's weight was finally lifted off of me only for me to be pulled up off the ground by the hair.

"You have some fucken explaining to do." Jason said staring into my eyes beyond pissed. I gulp as he grabbed my wrist tightly dragging me towards his car that was unexpectedly parked near by. He opened the door throwing me in the passenger seat slamming the car door shut with so much anger. I knew I was in deep trouble. I looked straight forward out the windshield with wide eyes, stiff unable to move from fear. He put paralyzingly fear in me. He hopped in and drove fiercely but it wasn't towards my house...