Jason's, POV
I woke up to a very loud banging in my head, where was I? I looked around, I was in a janitor's closet, "where am I? I wondered, I mean I know I'm in the janitor's closet but where? I looked around, where's Blaine? Help! Somebody help! I try to move my hands, I.can't move them, no, I look at them as I sit up, they felt numb, I can't move my hands, I will power into them but they won't move, "HELP!!!" I scream and go on screaming, "SOMEBODY HELP!!!"
"Jason?" I hear a voice.
"Blaine?"
"I'm here, okay? I'm here." He's behind the door, I can't move because there's a lot of stuff around especially on my legs and I can't lift the stuff with my hands, "Blaine I'm scared."
"I'll be there soon hold on."
What had she done? I couldn't move my hands, my life revived around my hands.
"I'll be there Jason, hold on, help is coming. I'm coming."
"Blaine..."
"listen to me, you are the strongest person I know, you'll be fine."
I won't be fine. My hands are my life but, I work with them, I draw and cook with them, my two passions, what would I do without my hands? Please God, not my hands, please, I would die without them.
##Author: I decided to go with a twist, shortest chapter ever, but I finally got a pic of Jannie, the very first American actress I've used. I'll post two chapters tomorrow until then, vote and comment.
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On The Edge
RomanceJason just moved to a new town with his six year old son and all he wants is peace and quiet and maybe love but definitely a life away from crime. Blaine Alessandro is the crime lord, the head of the local mafia in town and illegally the second ric...
