Ride Or Die

Indestructible Killing Machine

Indestructible killing machine

It's been two weeks that I've kept this little charade going. I can't begin to tell you how difficult it has been to keep this lying up, especially because I lacked so much in the skill. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that Jason knew something was up. Even he couldn't hide it. In the shooting range he would always look me over to make sure I was watching when he made a perfect shot at the target, in the fighting ring he would go hard not his hardest of course but hard enough to let me know I could never defeat him no matter how hard I tried. Outside training he would merely brush past my shoulder in the hallway or if we talked it would be brief. When hanging out with our friends, Jason would act like he used to however, as if he wanted to keep my betrayal a secret for himself. He would act as if nothing was wrong, flirt and hold me as he did a month ago. I could tell in those moments though, it was all an act. Not like I cared, everything I was appearing to feel for him in those moments was an act also. Then again, I missed the genuine feeling of love and affection between us-- even though Jason never admitted to feeling it as well.
At the same time, how can I love someone who has done me so wrong? But even if Jason hadn't killed my father... The man still wanted nothing to do with me, and in my eyes was already dead. That wasn't the point though, the point was, Jason shed my blood and took a life so close to me not even feeling enough guilt to come clean once he finally knew me. On the other hand, how do you tell someone who you are trying to start a relationship with, "Oh by the way, I killed your father." How was I sitting here defending him nonetheless? The man was a murder.

"Is that all you got, McCann?" I spat, pushing my sore body from the floor and coming back into stance, holding the boxing gloves in front of my face. I danced around the ring as we circled each other, another blow coming in contact with the pit of my stomach. Yes, I was the second best fighter the gang has ever seen but it was still nothing compared to Jason. He could take me down with no problem but one careless swing. I grunted at the contact, folding over at the waist. Once I returned to the structure once again, I saw a sly smirk planted victoriously all over his face, a smirk I wanted nothing more than to knock away.
A part of me found his talent unbelievably attractive, but another part found it highly irritating, somehow I had to do the unthinkable and take down this indestructible killing machine. It was like since I came back and Jason noticed the difference, nothing had been the same. It was almost as if someone had told him exactly what was going on, that or he could just read me like an opened book.
I swung aimlessly in the air, praying that it would just hurt him in the slightest, but the bolder in front of me barely moved or acknowledged the contact. Of course, the smirk grew letting me know there was no way to win this battle. It took him one last blow for me to unstrap the gloves and throw them to the hard mat in the ring signalling I was surrendering. He chuckled as he did the same, before turning on his heel and shaking his head while he swiftly slid his body between the ropes and out of the ring. I stood dumbfounded as I watched his body disappear in through the tunnel and towards the locker room.
Fuck you, McCann.

I was back in my room, staring hard at the bruise left in the middle of my stomach. The color was a sickening purple. Rolling my eyes, I reached for my sounding phone, bringing it to my ear before even looking at the caller ID, "Hello?" My voice was raspy, I hadn't used it in hours. The last thing I remember saying was 'Is that all you got McCann?' To Jason, what a big mistake that was. "Good afternoon, Paisley dear," Jonathan's voice sounded devious. I mentally face palmed myself for answering, "What do you want, Jack?" I used his code name that we had come up with so any eavesdroppers wouldn't catch on that I was talking to the former leader and now enemy of the gang. "You're running out of time, Paisley." His voice made me wince.
"I'm working on it."