STOLEN

Chapter 18

*Author's note*
So it's 12.30am, so technically Friday haha, so here is your chapter because I can't sleep!
I hope you will all enjoy this late night chapter and MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS! ILY BABES'!
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Chelsea's POV:

I was awoken by loud voices ringing through the house. I fought to open my eyes, not feeling very well-rested, considering how long I spent trying to fall asleep last night. I had ended up crying myself to sleep. Over everything.

I know I had told Jason I just missed home, which I did, no doubts about that. I missed seeing my dad every morning and every night before going to sleep. I missed my dad's rare, tight hugs. I even missed him tousling my hair and teasing me as if I were a child. I missed the smell of home, the feeling of my bed. Being able to change my clothes. Have more than two outfits to wear...

But there was no denying that part of me was also crying because of what Andrew had said.

"Jason doesn't care about you. And he never will."

Everything inside me wanted to push his words away and deny them, but I wasn't a naive girl - at least I hadn't been before. Andrew knew Jason, the real Jason. We would know if Jason cared, and if he would end up caring as much as I did. Or even half as much as I did.

I mentally cursed myself for being reckless enough to let myself care about Jason. My brain was pulling it's hair out and having a nervous breakdown, whereas my heart had it's hands folded, praying to higher powers that Jason deep down would care, and that he would show me.

I kind of felt like Sandy from 'Grease'. Hopelessly devoted to my Danny Zuko - only my Danny Zuko was much worse than hers. Mine was... cold, careless, cocky as ever. He was tempered and had quite severe mood swings. He was indeed an angry man.

My angry man.

Mine? Oh no no no, no. Stop it Chelsea.

To my luck I was brought out of my disturbing thoughts by Jason's and Andrew's ongoing loud argument. I couldn't tell what they were saying most of the time since they were both just interrupting each other most of the time. It sounded mostly like Andrew really was the one arguing, whereas Jason mostly sounded indifferent.

It had eased me a little when he came in here last night, comforting me in my sorrow. I remembered the way his softly lips burned into the skin on my forehead and he kissed it, and left his lips there for a few seconds. I never wanted him to take them off, but eventually he did.

I slipped in my jeans, the I had originally worn, when Jason took me here. My own shirt and my own underwear. I had Andrew wash it, as I was dead scared to ask Jason such a favor.

Even though I appreciated the clothes Jason has bought for me, it was good being back in my own clothes. They reminded me of home in a way.

I stopped on the middle of the staircase, to snoop around on their argument I guess. I was hoping not to get caught.

"Jason you can't do that she'll get lost out there!" Andrew yelled, clearly annoyed by something Jason had done or said. She? Who was she? Me?

"It's not your call Andrew. Stay out of it." Jason replied, his voice was slightly raised, but not yelling like Andrew was.

"What is she dies out there Jason?!" Andrew complained. My heartbeat increased. There was a pretty good chance that they were indeed talking about me. I swallowed down hard and felt my palms get clammy and sweaty.