Kidnapped Love; Jason McCann love story.

Chapter 8.

I woke up on a sofa. an old brown leather couch. i couldn't remember at all how i got here. i went to rub my eyes and the contact to my skull sent a torturous burn to the back of my head. I moaned loudly, not caring who heard, and i gripped the back of my head. my hair was tangled and sticky. i looked back at my hand and it was painted in red. I looked down at Jason's sweatshirt i was still wearing and blood stains were trickled down from my shoulders. i grabbed the back of my head again. i huddled into my knees tightly to muffle my screams. i was so fustrated and in so much pain! i rocked back and forth on the couch. i was too busy just trying to squeeze the pain out of my head with my hands and screams that i didn't notice Jason walking in. he stood in front of me and just watched me for a while. he sniggered slightly, but had a guilty look on his face. i sensed his presence and looked up. my teeth were gritted and my eyes were red and angry.

'what?!' i hissed at him but he stood over me like a statue, staring at my bloody face.

i looked down and he had a damp towel in his hand. he didnt say a word, he just sat next to me and gently placed the towel on my wound, removing my hand from it. a single tear escaped my eye. i saw his eyes flicker to it but he pretended not to see.

we sat there for a while as he let the towel soak up the blood when he finally broke the silence.

'sorry..' his voice was soft but he still didnt make eye contact. he just kept staring at my wound.

'for what?' i looked up at him and he finally looked at me, both confused

'for this. i just hit you with a crow bar!' he showed me the blood soaked towel.

' i don't remember?' i was shocked and worried and scared and, too many other emotions mixed together

'shit! i did hit you fucking hard... uh... just watch some tv and keep this on your head. i'll get you some pills or something, hopefully make you better?' he handed me the towel and the tv remote from the table infront of us and turned it on for me. he looked at my head one more time and left for the kitchen. i shakily placed the towel back on the hole in my skull and flicked through channels, trying to ignore Jason's irritating rustling in the other room.

i channel surfed for a while until something caught my eye. it was the news. and my face was on it...

'oh shit. JASON!' i shouted, it made me feel dizzy but i ignored it and i tried to sit up.

he jogged in

' yeah?' he looked at the tv and fell silent. his face was emotionless. we were both quiet, listening to the news reporter

'16 year old Monica Armstrong was reported kidnapped early this morning. Her hand bag and high heels were found in a bush by a pedestrian last night around midnight.'

i looked up to Jason with a distraught look on my face. His expression matched mine and our eyes met but The news broke the connection

' Not far from the scene, a bomb was set off in a nearby factory. police are on the scene and have started to search for suspected criminals, the McCann Brothers this afternoon...'

Jason fiercely snatched the remote from my hand, turned the T.V off and through the controller at the table, causing his old glass of water to smash across the carpet.

'Jason please!?...' i cried at him

'SHUT UP.' he yelled aggresivly and fleed into the garage, slamming the heavy metal door sending shudders through the house. i layed down on the couch as my heart sent ripples of fear through my whole body. i heard shouting coming through the garage wall.

' I DONT FUCKING CARE WHERE YOU ARE! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS HERE NOW AND GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!' i could hear every word loud and clear, his voice roared like through the concrete walls and furniture.