Sins ♕ / Justin Bieber / Jason McCann / Shawn Mendes

[7] Scars

My eyes gently nailed on Jason's neck. I never noticed how tanned and perfect his skin looked. His expression was contracted, I could tell he was extremely stressed. I felt bad for him but also he deserved the feeling fully.

Was I developing some type of Stockholm syndrome? I doubted such an irrational idea, I was never able to focus on a lot of things due to my dazing attitude but I was smart enough not to get into the mouth of the wolf. Everything felt like a cloud of different yet powerful feelings; impotence, anger, wrath, chaos, sadness, sorrow.

-"I really wished they took me instead"- I mumbled rubbing three fingers on my forehead.

-"Shut the fuck up, why would you wish that? You are trying to play the victim"- Jason's tone overshadowed mine.

-"Jazmyn is my friend, she cares about me and I care about her, she is the only one I have now"- I whispered again, my tone fading into the tensed atmosphere. I knew that been kidnapped was already enough victimhood but confronting Jason wouldn't make things any better.

-"They fucking took her, I fucking lost another person that cared about me, I have fucking no one"- Jason punched the steering wheel driven by his anger. It was hard to point out if he was talking to me or just expressing his feelings but my stomach shrinked as empathy took over me.

-"You are not alone, you have me"- I whispered suggestively. I knew Jason hated me and I hated him too but there was an aura of uncertainty between who he was and who his genetic syndrome feed and developed. I analysed the idea of acting friendly to him, that could possible change things a little bit and give me a margin of time to escape.

-"Shut up! You are the reason im like this, you are the reason im fucked up in the head!"- His words felt like a sharp dagger on my skin.

I was curious about the reason Jason felt that way about me. I constantly wondered the source of his intense hate, his anger, his cruelness. However, maybe the reason was simply his syndrome, maybe it was just the way I reminded him of that Emily, as he wrote. Maybe that was consuming him entirely.

I decided to to stare out of the window. Jason's driving was completely crazy and I was surprised by his skills since we didn't crash or had an accident. I decided to close my eyes and pray for Jazmyn to be fine and safe.

I never believed in god. But I tried to use my "energy" to provide support and shelter to her. Just the mere thought of her being hurt by any of those guys made my eyes get watery.

The little bumps on the road, the intense silence and the exhaustion of my body drifted me into a deep and very needed sleep. I needed to disconnect from reality, even if it was just for a single second.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. It felt direct yet not too harsh. I groaned and tried to roll to the other side with my eyes still closed. Suddenly I felt a pain on my head and I was pulled out by my hair until my body met the floor. I opened my eyes as my hands caressed my scalp. Justin's angry eyes stared at me with hate as he slammed the backseat door close.

-"What the fuck!"- I said as I felt my blood boiling under such a rude action.

-"I called you and tapped on you, you didn't respond that means you get it the rough way"- Jason stated, hints of anger and cockiness mixed in his tone.

I stood up slowly patting my back and ass to tidy up my uniform up. I looked around and we were by a driveway under a dark sky filled with thousands of shining stars. A basic building lit by huge red neon lights illuminated the area which got my attention. It said 'HOTEL'.

Justin held my wrist behind my back with a strong grip. I closed my eyes to prevent a scream to break the dense atmosphere. -"Listen to me, if you scream, if you try to call for help I will blow up the head of whoever you say it to and then I'll shoot your leg, got it?"- Jason spoke so close to my ear I could almost feel I was inside his throat.