Ride Or Die

No You Don't

No you don't.






I huffed, staring down at the ring that seemingly held me together in that moment. Did Jason really just ditch me for that tramp? Anger boiled with in me, but even more than that, there was betrayal. How could he? After everything we had been through and continued to go through together? I'm carrying his babies for fucks sake! Hillary was basically throwing herself at Jason with no respect for me even being in the room, 5 months pregnant. As if I hadn't already felt miserable enough about an attractive woman being in the room with him, while I was so fat. I was so caught up in my own thoughts, when the door slammed opened and crashed against the wall, I was completely caught off guard.
I glanced up from my bloody knuckles to a furious Jason. I wasn't sure, but I think I could almost hear his breathing from across the room. "What are you doing in my room?" Jason's voice was harsh, telling me directly I was unwanted there. "I came to get my stuff." I muttered back before sliding off the bed and moving around the room to gather my belongings. Jason's eyes watched me carefully, but he didn't say a single word, he just watched me get my shit. And then he watched me leave. Not trying to stop me once.
As if it was a miracale, I managed to make it back to my room before I let a single tear drop. The moisture against my cheeks only made me even more angry at the situation and soon enough, I found myself to be enraged. I picked up anything and everything I could get my hands on, throwing each item across the room and letting it crumble to the ground. I had created a disaster for myself to pick up by the time I had the lamp pulled back and ready to be launched, a firm and much stronger grasp had my own wrist. I turned immediately running into Jason. He appeared puzzled and pained before taking the lamp from my hands and setting it back to the table in which I had retrieved it from. "What the fuck are you doing?" His voice was low as he scowled at me. I let my shoulders up, then just as quickly let them fall in a shrug, less than interest in holding up a conversation with him. It was crazy to think that just a couple hours ago we had made love as if nothing was wrong.
Jason's eyes continued to bore into me until I shot at him, "What the fuck are you staring at, McCann?! Get out of my room." He shook his head in refusal, but didn't say a word. I nodded my head knowingly that he wasn't gonna leave, and in technicality I couldn't make him. So instead of standing there and continuing the fight, I brushed passed him, bumping his shoulder purposely and made my way out the door, "Then I will." Before I could make it through the doorway, however, he caught me by the wrist. With my back to him, I felt the solution I had grown to know all too well build up at the corners of my eyes once again. Mentally cursing myself, my free hand made contact with my cheeks, wiping the falling tears. Jason turned me back to face him and after seeing my hurt expression, brought me deep to his chest. Soon, I was swinging like a wild woman to get out of his grip. I threw punches with all the strength in me, and yet he still over powered me. He blocked every single one and never once let me go.
About time, my strength ran thin and I fell limp into his arms where he held me there for a long time. "I fucking hate you," I whispered into his chest through the last of the falling tears. He shook his head in response and murmured back in a low voice, "No you don't."
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"I honestly can't believe you." Paisley shook her head after some time.
Jason's eyes bored into her from above, "What?"
"You didn't even try to stop her."
"I didn't notice."
"Yeah, okay." Paisley said, obviously doubtful.
Jason took her hands in his own and squeezed them tightly, "Are you fucking insane, Pais? How could I notice anything any girl does when I have the most perfect girl ever with me? You're the only one I notice. If other girls want to throw themselves at me, then they can go fuck themselves," He took a break from his heart felt speech to add in an unnecessary sexual joke, "The only girl I even think of fucking is you." Paisley gasped and he continued, "Dammit, Paisley, you have me all wrapped up in everything you do, nothing any other girl does will ever matter to me, and for this to work, I need you to know that. You're carrying my babies, you're wearing that ring, and you're living with me." Paisley could do nothing but admire Jason from below with warm eyes, every hint of anger disappeared.
"You're right, Jase. I'm sorry." She admitted, "But what did you do with Hillary after I left?"
Jason chuckled to himself, "I kicked her slutty ass out and told her the warehouse wasn't STD friendly."
Her eyes sparkled as she laughed lightly to herself also, then leaned up on her tippy toes to press her lips softly against Jason's. "You better hope she doesn't press charges though," He mumbled against her lips jokingly. Paisley shrugged in return and pulled away whispering, "If she knows what's best for her, she won't."