Ride Or Die

It's Been Three Weeks

It's been three weeks



It's been three weeks. Three weeks since I got the call that altered my life. Branson survived, luckily for Jason because if he hadn't, I would have killed Jason with my own bare hands-- And I would have felt no remorse. In order to keep Branson safe, boss is allowing him to stay in the warehouse in a room next to mine with a full time nanny until he is old enough to train. I felt bad for bringing him into this life style, but I had no other option. I suppose being in a gang is better than being dead, but I could argue both side of that.
I haven't talked to Jason since that night at the hospital. I still blamed him. He's the cause of all this. Not even that, Jason didn't bother trying to help me after that, he didn't attempt to come after me. He just let me go as if I were nothing. Everyone continued to make excuses for him that 'When Jason feels he does something wrong he doesn't know how to deal with it and so he ignores the situation all together' at least that's what they keep telling me. I didn't care though. I don't see him much other than passing briefly in the hall way or training center. Our small team hasn't gone on any missions that required all four of us. Jason took all the less meaningful one's alone, he was always trying to get out of the warehouse as much as possible.

"P-Paisley, open this fucking door right now!" A familiar voice boomed from the other side. "Jason?" I asked stupidly, pushing off my bed and making my way towards the door. "Right fucking now!" He slurred more.
"Jason are you drunk?" I tried to hide the shakiness in my voice. I've never seen him drunk. I've seen him high and even with a few beers but Jason is no light weight so to get this fucked up, he had to of been chugging most of the night. I glared over to the clock on my night stand, '2:39'.
"Paisley if you don't open this motherfucking door by the time I count to three you are going to regret it!" I swallowed hard at his words. Jason wouldn't hurt me though, I was sure. I couldn't face him. I didn't know how he was gonna react, what if he was an angry drunk? So I hid.
"1..2..3.." The door busted down and Jason immediately appeared in the door way looking pissed. His eye brows were furrowed, his hair not as perfect as it always was, and his eyes were dark, almost black even. I crouched behind the chair on the other side of the room.
"Do you think I'm a fucking idiot, bitch?" He approached the chair on the other side before chuckling lowly and continuing while a sick smirk danced across his face and even more darkness overwhelmed his orbs, "I'm Jason McCann sweetheart, you can't hide from me." With that, the chair was thrown to the other side of the room, exposing me fully.
"J-Jason, p-please don't hurt me," I stammered.