I Found You, Something Told Me To Stay - (Jason/Zacky) Version Two.

Chapter Sixty-One.

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Three days later, Marie parked her car in the drear, always-grey street that had begrudgingly become the most recent - and frequent - stomping ground in my life. Her car slowed to a stop directly outside of Fraser's house, and I stared silently out of the windshield with furrowed brows and the feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach that rarely seemed to leave me nowadays.

"Man," She sighed, turning the engine off. "I hate being awake before ten on a Saturday."

I didn't reply, didn't know what to say. All I could get my heavy mind to focus on was the row of unkempt, looming houses that stretched out before us. Perhaps I was just exhausted, grouchy from pretty much every night been an almost-sleepless one recently; whatever it was, the mere sight of the houses, and the cracked paving we were parked on, and the worst house of all right next to us - every bit of it instilled me with an uncharacteristic anger that I hated myself for feeling. I was known for my quick temper that I hated so much, of course, but this feeling was different. This feeling made me unpredictable, erratic; I felt I could lash out at any moment.

"Midge, did you hear me?" Marie pushed, edging closer to gain my attention.

I cut my gaze sharply to hers, narrowed my eyes. "How do you do it? How do you manage to be so casual about all of this?"

My response, probably so out-of-the-blue and unsolicited to her, caused her eyes to immediately blink in surprise. She raised her eyebrows, slowly moving back in her seat as though she had a reason to be threatened by me. It yanked me back down to Earth slightly.

"Sorry..." She frowned.

It was my turn to sigh then. Before I could even muster up a reply, we were both yanked away from the tension by Fraser's front door abruptly opening. He stormed out of the house with a darkened expression, stopping briefly to stare at both of us.

"I have something to take care of," He announced bluntly. "Go wait inside my house. I don't want you two drawing any attention."

"Hang on a second," I spoke, stopped him from stalking away. "I have plans."

"Good for you."

I clenched my jaw. "So how long are you going to be?"

"I'll be as long as it takes," He snapped. "Inside. Now."

Marie didn't hesitate to hop out of the car and head straight into the house. I wanted to wait in my seat, to enforce my reluctance to co-operate, but Fraser's own impatience shone through and he wasted no time in dragging me out of the car and practically throwing me into the house. I stumbled backwards as he yanked the front door shut, and my stomach sank at the sound of being locked.

"What a dick..." Marie murmured, leaning down to help me up. "Let's just go sit down..."

I could tell she was anxious about what to say around me, clearly trying to be careful. It only added to my guilt as she eased me down onto the couch as if I'd hurt myself in my fall - I hadn't - and then slumped down next to me.

It was silent for a moment, neither of us wanting to speak as though it would land us in trouble. I studied the small living room, grimacing at the peeling walls with numerous punched-through holes, the filthy, rough carpet and dust-covered furniture. The mere sight of it all unsettled me, reminded me too much of my mother's disregard for the appearance of our house in England. I grew so caught up in my disgust, and my flashbacks, and the feeling creeping up my back, that I'd almost forgotten Marie was even there until she spoke.