Beautiful Monster (A Jason Mccann Love Story)

Chapter 6 :)

            “Jason?” I whispered once I woke up. He had stayed the whole day with me, not really lashing out at me. In fact, he didn’t hit me once, and he fed me. That night, I slept on the couch again, and he slept on the bed, trusting me not to leave while he was asleep. Not that I’d know where to go, the warehouse was deserted for a mile or so.

            “Yeah?” he said, looking up from getting his black skinny jeans on. He didn’t have a shirt on yet, practically beckoning me to stare at his flawless chest.

            Noticing I was doing so, a discreet smile played upon his feature, eventually turning into a smirk. “You like?”

            “Uh,” I felt blood rushing towards my face as I searched for words, but he just shook his head and chuckled a little. I nervously looked in the opposite direction from him as I tried not to make eye contact.

            Once he had put his shirt on, he motioned for me to change into an outfit he had left for me on the table.

            “Another one?” I asked.        

            “It’s how we’re going to get the water saw. We have to play a part.”

            “A part? Like the one we played for Johnson, yesterday?”

            He rolled his eyes and got a pair of Supras on. “Look, Natasha, I can’t have him finding out that some girl saw me and tried to dismantle my bomb. I’m Jason McCann, I don’t make mistakes.”

            “Everyone makes mistakes, Jason,” I told him simply.

            “Not me.”

            He stared at me like I was crazy, and I wasn’t going to argue it.

            “So, how are we getting the water saw?”      

            “Johnson knows a guy. We’re going to get it. It’s pretty simple.”

            “How are we going to get it?”

            He sighed heavily, as if I was a little kid asking their parents where babies come from. “The less you know, the better.” 

            “Can you at least tell me what I’m supposed to do?”

            “You need to go in and pretend you’re lost. He’ll probably try to take you home, and I’ll walk in, try to get you, and while we’re fighting each other for you, you need to grab the water saw and sprint. Johnson said the saw should be in the back room. Then, all you do is wait for me.”

            I thought about it for a minute as it processed.

            “Got it.”

            “One more thing, Natasha,” he said.

            “Yeah?”

            “Don’t screw up, or I’ll beat your ass.”

            Jason drove his van through the abandoned part of Washington DC. There weren’t many people, just abandoned shops and sketchy looking allies. I nervously pulled on the bottom of the crop top he had bought me, and played with the loose strings on my jean shorts that went down no further then four inches down my leg.

            I watched as two teenage boys hastily ran across the street and behind a building, followed by two more boys who looked to be chasing them. As we were driving past them, I could’ve sworn I heard a gunshot.