STOLEN

Chapter 40

*Author's note*
You guys will never believe how insane it is. I'm keeping secrets from you guys, shhh ;).
Who wants to know what secrets I'm keeping?

I hope you enjoy this chapter! It's about to go the fuck down y'all.

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Chelsea's POV:

"Jason!" I exclaimed in fear when he threw the first punch at Andrew who fell backwards into the kitchen counter.

Jason was fuming to say the least. I could almost see the steam coming out of his ears. Every chance of communication was gone, it was like he had turned deaf and oblivious to my presence while I tried calling out for him to make him stop throwing punches at Andrew, but there was nothing that went through to him.

"Jason stop!" I grabbed a hold of his shirt, wanting to get him off Andrew who he currently had pressed against the wall, but before I could do anything at all, two arms wrapped around me and pulled me away.

"Chelsea, leave it!" Tyler pulled me away from the violence, keeping his grip around me tight so I wouldn't get away from him.

So then, all there was left for me to do was stand by and watch while Jason beat the life out of Andrew.

Fists were thrown in flaming anger. Soon enough Andrew face was covered in his own blood. What took the most by surprise was how Andrew didn't fight back. All he did was try to protect his face from Jason's punches, but without luck.

Of course my eyes were pooling tears the size of the Pacific Ocean while I screamed for Jason to stop what he was doing, but with no luck.

"You keep your fucking hands off what's mine, you got that?" Jason growled with a voice that sounded like Lucifer himself had possessed him before he threw Andrew on the hardwood floor and let him lay there, nearly lifeless, whimpering in the agonizing pain he was in and coughing and spitting blood.

"And you," Jason grabbed my face firmly jerking my face to his and watched the tears pool from my eyes. My back went cold due to the fact that Tyler had moved. Out the corner of my eye I saw him help Andrew off the floor, and then my eyes were lost in the flames of hell that currently were Jason's eyes. "You lied to me." His voice was dark and hoarse like never before, the daggers in his eyes had upgraded to samurai swords that were currently cutting my soul into pieces, or was that just guilt?

"Jason-"

"You said you were mine." His hissed through gritted teeth and pulled out faces closer. I opened my mouth but no words came out, only the sound of silent shame. "Thought so." Jason's jaw clenched tightly as he took his eyes off of me and stared into nothingness. His eyes held hurt feelings and disappointment in them. Mine held the purest of shame as I forced them off of him. I didn't deserve to look at someone so beautiful.

"Tyler, get her out of my sight." And with that Jason let go of my jaw and walked away from me. Tyler came and let me upstairs while my eyes locked themselves on Jason's back for as long as possible as he stood by the window, looking outside.

I sobbed and wiped my nose with my hand as I sat on the floor in front of the fireplace in Jason's bedroom. Tyler had given me a blanket and was currently trying to light the fireplace for me after I had refused to lay in the bed.

He stacked the firewood expertly and shoved some old newspapers in there to catch a fire quicker before digging a lighter out of his pocket and lighting the dry, thick paper on fire, causing a beautiful yellow light to emerge from there and spread over the dryness.