Beautiful Monster (A Jason Mccann Love Story)

Chapter 16

The girl was nowhere to be seen. Jason took my hand and led me into the room behind him, careful with every step. I watched as his hand reached into the belt of his jeans, and pull out the gun he had left over from the prison guard’s outfit.

            “Follow me,” he whispered, inching closer and closer into the building. The daylight was beginning to stream in through shattered windows, but the place still had an overall eerie tinge to it. I was right when I thought it looked like an old restaurant. I saw the run down walls still covered with pictures and painting, and the bar off the side. The tabled and chairs must’ve been cleared out, because the place where they’d normally be was completely empty.

            The floorboards creaked as we walked on them, heading equally run down stairs leading to an underground room.

            “Where are we going?” I whispered to Jason, who now let go of me and put both hands on the gun. The door at the bottom of the stairs was creaked open an inch, and the room looked to be completely dark.

            My heart was pounding as Jason and I made our way to the door. He kicked it open softly, not letting it slam onto the wall, but letting us get through.

            Jason went for the light switch on the wall, but his hand instantly shot for his other am, which was holding the gun. I listened as his weapon clattered to the floor, and hit the other wall.

            “I always was better then you,” the voice said again.

            I went for the light switch myself, and lit up what looked like an old office. A couch was on one side, and the other had many awards and an old desk.

            Between the desk and the couch, stood Jason, with a gun to the back of his head.

            I finally now took in the girl who had been talking. She was shorter then both Jason and I by a few inches, but she looked strong. First of all, she happened to be wearing a leather skirt with black lace of boots, and a leather jacket. I couldn’t help but look at the toned legs the girl was standing on.

            Her loosely curled brown hair piled over the front of her and her arms, which were straight in front of her holding her gun. The girl’s grey blue eyes twinkled with delight as she smirked at her accomplishment.

            Jason, on the other hand, was smirking on his own.

            “Clarissa Marie Jerrald. Long time, hun,” he said, slowly turning to face with her with his arms in surrender.

            “Too long,” she said, starting to put away her gun. Jason tackled her to the floor as soon as she lost her concentration, and the gun flew in the direction of my feet, which I tossed to Jason. She wrestled it from him, but he got it under her throat.

            “Long enough for you to forget I was the one who beat you,” he said, grinning.

            “Oh please,” she scoffed.

            “Um, guys?” I said from in front of the door. They both turned to look at me, as if for the first time realizing I was actually here.

            “Who’s she?” the girl said, turning to Jason. 

            “Who’s she?” I asked Jason as well, and he looked torn.

            “Cloie, meet Natasha. Tash, meet Cloie,” he finally said.

            The girl’s eyes bored holes into me, but her expression was soon replaced by a rather fake smile.