Bad Decisions | Jason McCann

Prologue

His once hazel eyes filled with rage, turning completely black. My body froze up with fear as I watched the guy I considered a friend, beat the man below him with a metal bat.It's like he had completely zoned out into his own psychotic world in his fit of rage, completely ignoring the man's cries and pleads for him to stop.

The more the man screamed, the harder he hit him, over and over again;I could hear his flesh breaking and his bones cracking. Blood splattered all over Jason's face, dripping down onto his plain black v-neck.

Even after the man was long dead,he continued to beat the dead body for a minute longer.

Jason was breathing with hard, ragged breaths, still looking as angry as ever. I watched as he threw the now bloody bat carelessly onto the concrete as if it were just a rag doll. His eyes were almost back to their normal hazel shade, and he now had a calm, put together demeanor to him; it was like he never even killed anybody, that's how calm he was.

"Clean this shit up. I don't give a shit what you do with the body, as long as it's hid somewhere no one will ever discover it."

His voice dropped several octaves then how it usually is, his stance was menacing and terrifying. Hot tears pricked my eyes as I watched his henchman start to drag the body to an unknown place, and Jason just walking away as if nothing ever happened. As the men dragged the body away, my heart dropped down to my stomach, my breathing becoming shallow as I saw the man's face for the first time; it was Professor Jameson, the most well-liked professor at my college, he was my psychology professor and was one of the best teachers I had ever had.

How could Michael Jameson, a normal thirty-six year old man with a sweet wife and a daughter, be affiliated with any sort of gang-related matter? I instantly felt disgusted at Jason for what he had just done, and I didn't undertstand how he could just beat someone to death and not even feel a drop of remorse.

This was not the person I knew. The Jason I knew was a sweet, caring man who never said a mean thing about anybody. He made my heart race with adrenaline and excitement, but not this time; this time my heart raced with nothing but pure fear.

I was afraid of this man, and there was nothing that could change my mind.

I made sure that they were all gone before I finally turned around to run back home, away from this nightmare that I had just witnessed.

Only when I turned around, I didn't see the end of the alleyway, I saw a chest. A bloody chest.

Once again my body froze with fear, I was like a deer in headlights. I stopped breathing completely as he spoke to me with his dark, raspy voice.

"You're not going anywhere, princess."