The Badass returns (completed)

Chapter Twelve

Lexi's POV

I wanted to scream. This couldn't be, why wouldn't he have told me. How could he keep something so secret. Jason wanted me to help him kill his own father. 

I don't think that it was the fact that he wanted me to kill him that bothered me so much. I think it was the fact that he hadn't told me. Did he really think that he could keep that a secret for so long? 

I don't get how the father could have so much hate for his son. I understand that some families were screwed up, like look at mine, but I hadn't thought that they got a lot worse. Made me feel alittle bit bad for Jason. I bet that was the last thing that he wanted. 

Grabbing my motorbike jacket and helmet I left the safety of the house and for the first time since I got back I headed back out the gates. Being on my motorbike made me feel free, like nothing and no one could get keep me down. As I roared down the roads, not really sure of where I was going, I finally let myself reflect on what this all meant. Jason was going to kill his own father. He was going to kill Gabrielle's father. Tyson's step father. Shit I wonder how Tyson felt, especially since Gabe had obviously been getting little secrets from him. 

I tried to stop myself from thinking about everything as I sped down the streets but for the life of me I couldn't. The whole situation had changed in the blink of an eye and I wasn't sure how I should deal with it. I mean I for one had serious issues with my father but somehow we got through them. Now I'm not saying that my situation was nearly as big as Jasons but he was his father. 

But what kind of father could hurt their son the way that he hurt Jason. It made me sick to the stomach. Pulling over I stopped my bike and rested my head in my hands. As much as I didn't want to I needed to talk to Jason. Before anything else happened I needed to get more information. I needed to sort out my own plan. 

It didn't take me to find his house. I did have cameras and people watching it 24/7. Before I even reached his house he was standing out side. Wiping his hands on a rag. 

'What are you doing here?' He asked though by the look on his face I had a feeling he knew. 

'When were you planning on telling me that he is your father?' I asked. Then after a second came to a relisation. 'You weren't going to tell me were you?' 

He shook his head. 'It doesn't matter how he is related to me, the simple fact is that I want him dead and you said you would help me do that. So don't go back on your word!' 

'Does Gabrielle know that you want him dead?'

'Of course,' 

'And how does she feel about it?' I asked. 

'She understands why I want what I want.  And part of her agrees, he had nothing to do with her life, she was a girl and no future as a gang member. She doesn't even know him so she trust my opinion on him,' 

He turned away and started walking towards a shed, without questioning I followed him wondering where he was taking me. 

Stood in the centre was a boxing ring. And to the side hung numerous boxing bags. 

Part of me felt extremely bad for Jason. I mean it must suck to have  a father as terrible as his. I found it difficult with my father and he wasn't nearly as bad. 

'I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want the look of pity you are giving me.' He growled. I cleared my facial expressions so he could't see how bad I felt for him. 

'I'm sorry.' 

For a minute or two we sat in silence, before Jason stood up and walked to the first boxing bag. He started his manviors. Right hand punch, left hand punch. The tops of his knuckles getting redder and redder in the process. 

As the I noticed his breathing getting shallower and shallower I walked towards him and stopped the bag. Sweat dripped down his face as he glared at me. 

Before I could speak he cut in. 'I have to kill him, I have.'

'Its not going to bring the ones that he killed back,' I pointed out. 

'I know but it will help me feel like I've avenged her. I know she's dead I know that she will never come back but I need to get payback for what was done to her!' 

I small smile crossed my face. For someone who acted so tough and heartless I could see the love he had for her. Part of me was jealous because i wish someone talked about me the way he talked about her, whilst another part was surprise to see how kind he really could. 

'So will you help me?' He asked breaking the silence. A hopeful look on his face. 

I knew I would say yes. Hell I knew before I came here that I was still going to help even though I didn't agree with it. His father was evil that was right, but I didn't want to help kill him if even a slight part of of him still cared about him. 

'Good,' He answered before I could reply, he moved away to the next punching bag before I could reply. 

I watched his technique for a few minutes. 'You need to spread your legs a little bit more.' I commented. He paused for a second and looked at me. 

'I don't think I need help from a girl, thanks,'

'Well, this girl, could kick your ass any day so if I was you I would take her help,' I replied placing my hand on my hip.

'Oh really? Then fight me, one on one and we will see whose better,' He challenged a mischievous glint in his eye.

'Fine!' I replied before turning my back on him and heading toward the boxing ring. 

Kicking his ass was going to be fun.