Criminal Love

Chapter 7: Jason's POV

"My name is Jason McCann." I say to her with confidence.

She looks at me with a confused look and slightly tilts her head to the side in confusion. She stares at me for a few seconds, but then turns away.

"What's wrong, babygirl?" I ask her.

"Why did you want me for? I'm no one special. I'm just a stupid, ugly, no good girl who got a degree in culinary arts and was about to head here for another degree in Psychology. Everyone hates me back home and thinks I'm contagious. It's hard going through what I go through on a daily basis, you know? Being bullied, pushed around, always called names. I'm not meant for anyone. All people ever do is hurt me and make me feel guilty. Why me, Jason? That's what the hell I'd like to know. Why?" she says to me, voice cracking like she's about to cry.

"I'm not like those other people. Those people are obviously too blind to see how beautiful you really are. You are a very special girl and you deserve to be treated with respect and like a queen. I'll kill anyone who bullies you. Fuck what they gotta say. They're too stupid to realize it." I say to her as I scoot closer to her.

"Do you really mean that or are you just trying to play with my feelings?" she says, looking up at me with sad eyes.

I don't know what to say to her. I am honestly shocked. I get up and pin her to the couch. She starts to struggle and looks up at me with fear in her eyes. I look into her eyes. I am very pissed that she would say that shit to me.

"Why in the fuck would you even say that shit to me, Jo Elma?" I say with anger in my voice.

"BECAUSE I DON'T FUCKING TRUST YOU AND YOU FUCKING KIDNAPPED ME FROM MY HOMETOWN. YOU ARE THE CAUSE OF ALL THIS SHIT. MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS ARE MOST LIKELY WORRIED AS FUCKING HELL ABOUT ME. I HONESTLY DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND. FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE, ASSHOLE." she screams at me as she struggles even more under my grip.

I automatically think on instinct and slap the shit out of her. She just don't fucking know who she's messing with. I then grab her and throw her roughly over my shoulder. I start walking towards the basement and I open the door. I go down the stairs towards the basement and sit her in the chair. I put the chains on her ankles and hands. She looks at me in fear and cries. I smirk at her and then go grab a knife off of the table.

"So you really wanna play this game, babygirl, because what I do to girls who yell at me isn't fun or pretty at all. You honestly think I'm gonna let you disrespect me, don't you?" I say to her and walk towards her with the knife in my hand.

She looks at me in total fear and struggles to get out of the chains. I put the knife on her neck.

"P-p-please d-don't hurt me. I-I will do anything that you want me to do. Just please don't hurt me. I'm s-s-sorry. I won't d-do it again, I-I-I p-promise. PLEASE?" she begs with mercy.

I laugh at her begging and drag the knife over her skin. She sobs at the touch of the knife. She starts to scream, but I slap her again. She shut up the screaming and continues begging.

"I will be back in just a moment, Jo Elma. I have a phone call to make really quick." I tell her as I go up the basement stairs and lock her in. I pull out my phone and call Lil Twist.

"Hey, man, wassup?" Lil Twist says.

"Not much. My girl just disrespected me and I need to teach her a lesson. Could y'all come and help me with this?" I say to him.

"Yeah. Be there in 10." he says and hangs up.

I hang up the phone and wait for the gang to arrive. About ten minutes later, there's a knock on the door. I get up and answer it. I invite in the gang and I tell them what happened.

"Damn, Jason. You okay, man?" Ryan asks me.

"Dude, you want me to handle her?" Chaz says to me.

"Yeah I do." I say to Chaz.

He takes off to the basement.

"So what now, bruh?" Lil Twist asks me.

"We wait and see if she listens." I say to him.

I hear yelling from the basement. I walk towards the the kitchen and grab something to eat.

Please don't hurt her, Chaz, I thought to myself.

All of a sudden I hear her scream. I run towards the the basement, open the basement door and run down to see her arm deeply cut open. Chaz laughs and then looks up at me and nearly flips shit.

"Holy fuck you fucking scared me, Jason." he says to me.

"Why in the FUCK did you HURT her, Chaz? Huh? Care to explain that to me? If not, I wouldn't mind slitting your god damn throat open right here and now." I yell at him, anger in my voice.

"Look, Jason, I'm sorry man. She wasn't cooperating with me. It was out of pure inst-"

I interrupt him by punching him and he falls to the ground. I look at her again and she is pale. I grab my gun and point it at him.

"If you ever hurt her again, I will kill your fuck ass, do you understand me?" I say to him.

He nods and quickly rushes out. I turn back to her and she looks at me with worried eyes.

"Babygirl, I'm so sorry." I say to her as I undo her chains.

I pick her up bridal style and run to the bathroom. I get the first aid kit out and open it. I take a look at the gash on her arm and take out the necessary things to take care of her wound. She whimpers in pain and starts crying. I get the wound covered and then I hug her tight.

"I'm sorry, Jason. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it." she says, and she starts sobbing on my shoulder.

"It's okay. I forgive you, just don't let it happen again, okay?" I say to her.

She lifts her head up and nods. She yawns and lays her head on my shoulder. I pick her up bridal style and take her to her bed. I tuck her in and she quickly falls asleep. I kiss the top of her head.

"Goodnight, babygirl." I whisper as I get up to get ready for bed.

I go to my room after the guys leave and pull out some sweat pants and a pair of my boxers and put them on. I get in my bed and let sleep take over.