Headlines (Jason McCann love story)

Chapter 10

(Nicole's POV)

At this point...I was kind of stressing about what I was going to do. I couldn't escape. I couldn't communicate to anyone that I needed help. And most importantly, I couldn't disobey Jason because then he would hurt me.

I was stuck. Stuck battling with myself on what my options were. In all honesty...I didn't even think that I had any options left. I couldn't do anything without Jason hovering over my shoulder. He was so worried about my safety that he wouldn't even let me do everyday things that may pose some kind of threat to me. Like this morning when he insisted on cutting my pancakes at breakfast. He thought that the knife might hurt me and so he did it for me. I have been using butter knives since I was three and now they apparently are too dangerous.

"Babe let me give you a tour of the house!" Jason said happily. He took my hands in his pulling me out of the barstool I was currently sitting in. "This, as you can see, is the kitchen." He said motioning with his hands. He started pulling me out of the kitchen and into the dining room. "We usually won't eat in here when it's just us." He explained. "Only when we have company over."

"Who would we have over?" I asked. If his gang friends came over I might get nervous. They are the world's most dangerous gang. I know that Jason is nice to me...but that's only because he "loves" me. I know based on what I've seen on TV that he's not nice to very many other people. Obviously he proved this to me when he shot the cop from his car the day he kidnapped me. I guess he only kidnapped me yesterday. It feels like it was forever ago.

"My gang silly girl!" He explained in an obvious but playful tone. "Well...not all my gang. We wouldn't have enough room for all of them. Just the top dogs." He said.

"How many people are in your gang?" I asked nervously.

"Thousands. You've probably ran into some before without even knowing it. I have people everywhere scattered throughout the country. I have never even met most of them. I have people who recruit them for me. To them it's considered an honor to even be in the same room as me." He said proudly.

"How often will people be coming over?" I asked still uncomfortable with the thought of deadly gang members parading through the house I would be living in.

"Not too often if you don't want them to BabyGirl." He said reassuringly. "You see...as my girlfriend, they have to obey you. If you give an order, they have to follow it otherwise they will die. You're pretty high up in the ranks babe!" He said with a small smile and a playful wink before grabbing my hand once again and dragging me to the next room.

The living room. This room still scared me after the beating incident. I could tell that Jason noticed but was pretending he didn't. He started walking over to a large white cardboard box in the corner of the room.

"I'm going to have to leave quite often during the day to go to work. I know that you love Christmas and so I got you a tree and some ornaments to keep you busy while I'm away." Jason said with a persuading tone. He got a small frown on his face when he mentioned leaving me. Was he really that into me that he couldn't leave for a few hours without feeling sad? It was strange to think that while he was out at "work" killing people I would be at "home" setting up a Christmas tree. "I got you some other decorations to put around the house if you want too. I usually don't decorate for Christmas....but if it makes you happy then I guess I could deal with it." He said sheepishly while dragging me over to a door just off of the living room. "This is just a bathroom." He said opening it slightly and letting me peek in before closing it again. He pulled me over to a hallway in the corner of the room. "These rooms are off limits to you but I might as well show you them to curb your curiosity." He said while looking over his shoulder at me trudging behind him.