Die for us

It's him or you...

Bryn’s POV –

Jason sure can talk. For the past thirty minutes of us driving together I have been trying to get some sleep. I couldn’t seem to pin point the exact reasoning for my tiredness but my body and mind were worn out and I was beginning to wonder how I’m still awake now.

Most of the ride was just Jason rambling about finding ‘Bryn.’ I was resting against the fist which was propped next to the window of the passenger seat. My eyelids drooping down to a close. I’m guessing Jason can’t take the hint that I’m too tired to care about anything he’s saying.

But at the same time hearing his voice was just as soothing as the vibrations from the seat I was sitting in. The vibrating was making it harder to stay awakeas well.

“I doubt you listened to anything I said just now.” Jason said, his voice annoyed with me paying no mind to him.

I nod, not able to think of a good answer. Jesus Christ, can’t he see that I’m tired as hell? He should at least be able to come to an assumption of some sort.

I decide to speak up, that way he’s less annoyed by me. I wasn’t in the mood to be getting anyone’s nerves even if in this scenario it should be Jason worrying about getting on my nerves.

“I’m listening.” I say sleepily, my cheek burying further into my fist. I looked at if I were punching myself in slow motion.

“What did I just say?” Jason asks, his finger tapping on the steering wheel, waiting for a witty reply for me.

“You said ‘I doubt you listened to anything I said.’” I say, inwardly smiling to myself as I mimicked his annoyed voice, happy with my comeback.

I rest my back against the seat, turning my head to look at Jason who was staring directly at the road in front of him. I waited for a moment, thinking that either he was mad with what I just said or also thinking of something clever to say. But I doubt he can top my comeback.

“I just realized something.” Jason says, switching lanes on the road.

“Nice way to change the subject.” I say with a small laugh, my eyes never leaving the sight of his profile.

“The doctors were checking you before I went to go talk to you. That doctor......her name was Debby or something. She said they were checking your insidesbecause of what happened. We left without knowing if you were fine or not.” Jason was saying, ignoring my last comment because this was more important to him right now.

I look away from him now, “The nurses said I was fine before you showed up. They said I’d been in worse condition if I had been a virgin when....it happened.”

I rest my cheek once against my fist, shutting my eyes. I just wanted to go home, take a long shower, sleep and never wake up. But of course that would never be the case.

“I shouldn’t be asking a question like this....but you seriously weren’t a virgin?” Jason asks, I hear him shifting in his seat, trying to get more comfortable.

“Jason...” I groan, not wanting to keep this conversation up.

Jason just loved to ruin the moment with his random outburst of ridiculous sex related questions. Sometimes I just wondered if sex took up most of his brain capacity. I also wondered to myself why I was still with this guy.

“Sorry, I just sort of figured you were...” Jason says lowly, almost a whisper.

“Drop it.” I say finally.

Jason finally fell quiet and I was happy. I could feel my head pressuring against the window. I lay against it, shutting my eyes, exhaling deeply.

But now that it’s finally quiet, I have my own question for Jason and it bothered me that I was thinking of such a question at a time like this. Why couldn’t my mind just finally say ‘OK she’s had enough time to sleep’?