For the Better or for the Worst?

Chapter 8

I've been very busy but I hope that you all enjoy this chapter, also, once the book is finally done I'm going to most likely delete these little parts.
Edited!!
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Jason's POV

You know that feeling when your mom or dad are angry at you,
staring at you intently, knowing or thinking that you will break and start spilling the beans.

Yeah that's what my dad's doing right now, he's sitting on a chair he brought up from the living room, looking at me with a hard expression and crossed arms.

I know he's waiting for me to tell him why I'm bruised up but sadly for him I still haven't and i'm still not planning on spilling either. I have the symbol of the gang on the back of my left shoulder, I didn't want it so I was involuntarily restrained while they made the symbol. He still hasn't asked to check my back and for that I'm grateful for.

He glares at me before looking down at his watch, I look over at my nightstand and see that its already 6:30 PM. We've been up in my room for six hours already. I let out a groan of irritation. That's almost half the day. He was definitely serious when he said that we wouldn't leave this room until I talked.

Tired of just sitting here and doing nothing, I slowly and carefully get up, ice pack pressed gingerly onto one of my larger bruises. He'd gotten it for me a few moments after he found me like this.

I back away slowly, making sure he doesn't get a glance at my back. I grab a shirt from my drawer and carefully slip it on, wincing slightly as the fabric glided over my bruises as it fell in place.

I look over at him to see him looking at me suspiciously, the angry and worried glint still swimming in his eyes. I make my way over to the door, limping slightly as I do. I open it, mind set on leaving my room and going for a walk, not wanting to deal with this bull. I was just about to head out when i was pulled back by my good shoulder and throw onto my bed.

The door was slammed shut which was followed by a faint click, letting me know that he locked it.

He turns to me and lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration, I feel kinda bad since i'm the cause of his frustration.

He doesn't care about you, I reminded myself. He's just pretending to care

I look around my room, than focus my attention on my window a few feet away from me.

We're on the second floor, I could jump and risk breaking an arm or a leg or I could come up with a plan....... Yeah.......I'm going with the latter.

I look over at my dad, he's sitting down again but this time he has his face buried in his hands.

"Dad ......."

He turns towards me, removing his hands to look at me, well more like glare at me. "Can you bring me another ice pack?" I ask him quietly, making a show of wincing and whimpering as i try to sit up, a tear falling from my right eye as i look at him pleadingly.

There was silence for a moment before he lets out a sigh, he nods and tiredly gets up, heading towards the door, he unlocks it than steps out.

He turns to me seriously "Don't you dare leave this room" than he was gone. I could hear his footsteps fading the farther he went.