Same Mistakes -Jason McCann LS-

Chapter 4: Traitor

''Good morning!'' he said as he pointed me the chair.

Dan was gone by the time I realized. It was only Jason and me. And the big garden. It was really big. For a second it all seemed so easy. I could just run off right now. Jason wouldn't catch me If I'd run fast enough. I could run off before he even got a chance to get off that chair.

''The doors are huge. And they're locked. '' he said.

''What?'' I looked at him.

''You were planning how fast you would make it outside. You can't.'' he said.

'' Maybe. '' I said then looked at the table.

''Thought I was getting no food in this house.'' I remarked his words. A huge smile took shape on his face.

''Who says you're getting food?'' he asked cheerfully. Then he continued. ''The breakfast's for me and the boys. ''

I looked at the table. There were six plates in front of each empty chair. In front of my chair was nothing. I wanted to kick myself. Stupid, stupid!

''Then why did you call me?'' I asked.

''I told you. It's about answers. I'll ask you'll answer. I'm trying to be nice here.''

Just when he finished his sentence ''the boys'' came and took their places. Dan sat next to me.

''Nice?'' I asked.

'Yeah. You were tied up to that char I carried you to your room wasn't that nice enough? I gave you food wasn't that nice?'' he said getting slower at the end of the sentence.

''You drugged me!'' I hissed.

''You sold me!'' he said under his breath.

I didn't say anything.

They were eating and I was watching. I wanted to kick Jason too. I hate him. I hate everything in this house. I was getting mad each second. He brought me down here to 'ask questions'. Yeah, right! All he wants is for me to apologize about my behavior earlier but guess what Jason McCann that's never going to happen!

''You liked the pajamas?'' he asked after a while.

''Why did you do that?'' I asked with a cold voice.

''I take it as 'no' . But why? They are my favorite.'' He said happily.

''I didn't ask for pajamas. I never asked for you to...'' I stopped, realizing how awkward it would be to say ''see me naked.''

''Dress you up?'' he finished for me.

I glared at him.

''What? It's nothing I haven't seen before, is it?'' he asked.

''You're just disgusting.'' I said slowly.

''Except, you look hotter than I remember.'' Another wink.

''Will you cut it off?!'' I shouted as I stood up.

I was done with him!

''So you want to get serious?'' he spoke with that cold voice again.

''I want to get out of here! Whatever sick game you're playing here, I'm done! '' I shouted as I kicked my chair.

He stood up.

''Watch your attitude!'' he hissed.

''Or what?'' I shouted. ''You kill me?''

The more he tried to order me around was making me more angry. Who does he think he is?

I grabbed one of the plates and threw it to the ground. I don't really know what's gotten into me. But I was acting mad.

''Not just yet!'' he shouted back.

''I'm not afraid of you! You hear me? '' I shouted and walked up to him. ''I'm. Not. Afraid. Of. You.'' I said pausing after each word.

''I'm about to change that.'' He said with a husky voice then he grabbed my arm. He dragged me inside the house and up to the room. He threw me down like I weighted nothing.

''Why don't you say it again?'' he shouted. He picked me up by my collar and pinned me to the wall.

''Say it again!'' he shouted.

I never saw it coming. A sharp pain ran through my cheek. It felt like my cheek was on fire. He slapped me.

''You make me sick!'' I whispered as soon as I had the power to talk back. I felt one teardrop stream down my face. I didn't bother to wipe it off.

''Stop crying.'' He ordered.

I didn't.

''Stop it!'' he punched the wall.

''What do you want from me?'' I whispered. ''You took away the one thing I ever believed what else do you want from me?!'' I said raising my voice a little bit. I pushed him away. It didn't even move him.

''You're a traitor.'' He said. It was more like he was talking to himself. He kept repeating it. ''You're a traitor!'' he shouted one last time. And I was pushed back to the wall again. Then he left the room. I don't remember how long I stood there crying. I don't remember blacking out either.