Jason McCann

CHAPTER EIGHT

JORDAN'S POV

With every passing second, my stomach twisted inside of me even harder. I looked at Jessica, wondering if I really should say yes.

I have no idea how to care for a child, let alone myself.

"Please? I promise after its born, I will stay away from the two of you forever." Jessica pleaded with large eyes.

It was funny. Seeing her beg for something. Jessica was always the type of person to take whatever she wanted. She usually didn't have to beg. But at the same time, it was heart breaking. Not only is Jessica a frenemy, but my sister as well.

While I sat there with Jessica almost in tears and the smell of the pizza, I started to realize that my life was completely upside down. When I pictured my future, I thought of marrying a nice boy and living in a house that wasn't too big or too small. I pictured having a white picket fence with two kids and a dog playing outside.

Now when I think of my future, all I see is Jason. And I can't have Jason in my future. I never will.

"Why don't you stay here? With me? You can live here until the baby is born." I blurted out without even noticing, trying to think of something other than Jason.

Jessica's eyes lit up and a smile came across her face. "Really? You would let me do that?"

I slowly nodded even though I wasn't entirely sure myself.

Jessica wiped the tears from her face as she stood up. "I have to get packing. I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yeah, totally."

I watched closely as she walked out of the door. A part of me was worried. Having Jessica under the same roof as me isn't the perfect idea, but it'll have to do.

I looked down at the pizza and pushed it aside. I wasn't even hungry anymore.

As I stood up, my ears caught a noise. My body froze completely as I listened. A shuffling noise was coming from above me on the second floor. Someone was in my bedroom.

My heart pounded so loud I could hear it myself. In fact, it became all could hear. I looked around the room, looking for any of my guns or tasers, but then I remembered I had placed them all under my bed.

I then ran over to the knife holder sitting on my dresser and grasped the largest knife there was. The noise suddenly stopped, but that wasn't stopping me. I raced up the staircase, ready to stab whoever had broken in.

My bedroom door was slightly cracked. Then light was on, but I could see a shadow pacing back and forth. I took a deep breath and counted to three until I kicked the door open.

The wooden door flew open and my heart stopped. Jason paced in my room and suddenly stopped when he noticed me. I wanted to tell him to leave, that he shouldn't be here, but my heart was telling me to do something else.