Kidnapped Love; Jason McCann love story.

Chapter 13.

A gun was thrown onto my lap. I was now shaking. My jaw quivered and my mouth dropped open. I was terrified to look into his eyes but i forced myself to. They were stern and harsh. The hazel strands turned into flames. I turned away and looked back down at the revolver just laying there on my lap. The atmosphere fell suddenly cold.

5:48 AM

M: ' What do you mean a murder? '

J: ' a death? someone getting killed? Someone ending life? N- '

M: ' I KNOW what a murder is! But who's going to die?!' I raised my voice and caused him to snap his neck at me. His eyes left the road.

J: ' Because i do it for fun remember? ' His eyes still hinched on mine.

J: ' God! Why do you have to ask so many question?'

M: ' BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!' I held my hands out to help get my point across. My breathing started to get heavier from my fustration

He stared at me without saying a word. We both fell silent and my breathing calmed down. The road was still unwatched as our eyes were hooked on eachother still. 

J: 'Stop asking questions and just listen. '

He looked at me for a few more seconds, then shuffled back into his seat. His eyes back on the road. We sat in silence. I watched the sun to slowly emerge from the end of the road and the sky began to brighten. Finally.

It had been over half an hour since we had left the warehouse and Jason finally pulled up infront of an old diner on the side of the road, still in the middle of nowhere.

 There were a few people inside. Business men, losers from Las Vegas gambling, honey moon couples and a few people drinking alone. I stared at their mundane movements and their lifeless expressions - Not one knew what unfortunate event was about to occur.

I was so lost in their faces behind the windows when the gun was thrown onto my lap.

The atmosphere fell suddenly cold.

I stared at it. Just stared at it. Jason stared at me, then placed his hand on my upper arm.

J: ' I need you do something. For me. ' 

I cracked my neck when i jolted my head up too fast to face him. I winced and my eyesight started to blur as water lines formed from the corner of my eyes.

My lips twitched as i tried to speak. no sound came out, just an uneasy breath. 

Jason unbuckled my seatbelt for me and  turned his whole body to me. He lent forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

J: ' Monica... Monica look at me. '

M: ' I... I am'  I blinked away the tears (So i could see him clearly) but one little fucker escaped. I flinched back when his thumb swiped it away.

J: ' I need you to go in that diner. Get as much money as you can, kill anyone that gets in your way, and then get the hell outta there. ' 

He reached out for the gun and held it up infront of my face

J: ' Use this to get the money. But only if you need to.'

My eyes switched from his left, to his right eye. I barely heard a word he said. I just felt the breeze from the gun brush in front of my face.  He stopped swaying it and pointed it at my stomach.

J: ' Do not touch the trigger until you are about to shoot. And when you do, squeeze the trigger. Don't pull it. Squeeze it. let go a second after you've shot. Just to be safe. '