Apartment 502

Chapter 24.

Chapter 24.

He leaned in and softly kissed me.

I went along with him for a minute, not acknowledging what was happening. He started deepening the kiss, wrapping his arms around me so that I was up against him.

I finally realized what I was doing and pushed him away from me, breaking us apart.

He stood there in shock, not really sure how to react. I backed up a little bit, just to put space in between us.

"I-," I was speechless.

Jason just admitted he cared about me. But if he did he wouldn't have abused me. He would've been nice to me and he definitely would've brought me home if he actually cared.

"You're a liar," I managed to spit out after a moment of silence.

"What?"

"If you cared about me you wouldn't have hit me, you wouldn't hurt my feelings all the time by calling me names and being an asshole. If you care why don't you let me go home?"

He didn't say anything but shook his head slightly.

"You're a hypocrite." I said quietly, not really wanting to make him more mad than he seemed. I turned around to walk away when his voice stopped me.

"I do care, Parker."

I faced him and held my breath, wanting him to finish before I stated my opinion again.

"And you know exactly why you can't go home. If you hadn't seen too much I swear to you that I'd bring you home. But you have and I'm sorry."

"I promise I won't tell anyone," my voice was barely audible, and tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I stared at the floor.

He took a step closer to me and I inched away, not wanting him to be too close.

"If I ever did bring you home there would be so many questions about what happened and where you were and I can't just take your word for that," he let out a tired sigh.

He paced the floor slowly, showing that he was becoming agitated with me. I pulled my sleeves down over my hands and played with them, trying not to look at Jason. He sat down on the arm of the couch and put his hands over his face, letting out an aggravated groan.

"Parker nobody even knows that you're still alive ok?" he raised his voice and dropped his hands onto his lap, clearly mad.

I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off.

"Everyone thinks you're dead. There's no other way I can put it." He stood up from the arm of the couch and glared at me, awaiting the wrong response so that he can finally snap.

I stood there awkwardly, not saying anything. I chewed my bottom lip and continued looking down. I felt a hot tear fall down my cheek and used the back of my hand to wipe it away, turning around so Jason didn't see me. I already knew my family and friends thought I was dead and it really pained me to hear it. I missed my mom so much. I missed Gretchen and my friends and even doing the things I hated like waking up to go to school. I took it all for granted.

I began to cry harder and turned around, trying to run to my room but Jason stopped me wrapping his arms around me. He pulled me into a hug, stroking my hair after a few seconds.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his arms holding onto me tightly, "I shouldn't have said that. I'm really sorry."

My head laid on his chest. I inhaled his sweet musky scent, taking it all in. I was going to be here forever. I was never leaving.