End Zone (An Austin Mahone Fanfiction)

11. Welcome

I stared out the window quietly,  clenching the blue cloth in my hand. I occasionally used it to wipe any tears that escaped my eyes. We were far from Zhang and managed to get away without getting hurt.

I tried to keep quiet so Austin wouldn't notice me crying, but I think he already did...he probably just didn't say anything.  That heartless jerk... it's not like I wanted him to comfort me anyway.

I felt so guilty.  Technically I didn't kill her. She might not be dead. But she probably is. And I left her there to die.

How can I live with such a burden like this? It's going to eat me alive and destroy me from the inside out.

"Did you actually do it?" Austin asked, breaking through my thoughts.

I assumed he was talking about killing Andrea.

"I just.... it wasn't supposed to happen like that." I sobbed.

"What happened in that room?" He asked.

I looked at my lap.

"We were arguing..." I began. "Then things turned into a fist fight. It became an emotional reck... and then she tried to kill herself and when I tackled her, the gun went in a separate direction and she shot herself in the shoulder. I left her there,  bleeding out. "

"You know there's a possibility that she might still be alive. But you got what Jason wanted so if I were you, if he asks if she's dead, say yes." Austin said.

I already know that.

I just feel horrible about leaving her there.

***

I walked into the room, alone. I stared at her blood on my shirt, it smelled horrible. The longer the smell lingered, the more I began to feel sick to my stomach.

Jason looked at me as I set the gun he gave me on his desk. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the blood and tear stained blue cloth.

"I assume the deed has been done." He said, looking at me intently.

"Yes." I lied, looking to the side.

Jason stared at me for a moment. I froze. His intense gaze made my body fill up with fear and anxiety.

"I honestly didn't think you'd do it." He began. "You're a mess. " He added, rubbing the top of my head playfully. He flashed me a warm smile, something I've never seen before. I stared at him, puzzled.

"How do you feel?" He asked.

I assume he's referring to the Andrea thing...

"Horrible."

"Don't feel too bad about it. It was only a matter of time before she'd turn on you. Remember she tried to kill you first." He explained.

"Why don't you go get yourself cleaned up and come down stairs?" He asked.

"Alright." I nodded.

I turned on my heel and left the room. It was really weird to see Jason acting like this. He always came off as mean, selfish.... scary even. It felt quite awkward to have him pat me on the head. I remember when I first met him, he slapped me and treated me somewhat horribly.

I can only call it somewhat because he did take care of me a bit. He made sure I had a place to sleep, eat and even replaced the window in my bedroom to protect me from getting hurt.

Was it only because I had to gained his trust?

He could've killed me already if he wanted to.

I walked down the hall into my room.  I had already discovered an easy way to pick the lock so I could come and go as I please. I think Jason had noticed, but didn't seem to care enough to say anything.