Hate That I Love You

Chapter Nine.

Unlocking the door I storm into the house, shouting for Jason. When I don’t get a reply and notice how quiet it is I take my phone out of my back pocket where it always is. Phoning Jason he soon picks up “Pia, are you ok? Where were you?” he asks, not bothering to say hello “Where are you?” I ignore his questions and ask him one of my own “At the warehouse” he bluntly replies. Heading up to my room “How long will you be there for?” I ask “All day. Why?” He replies. Not bothering to reply I end the phone call, getting out of Justin’s clothes and putting my own on. Jeans, a loose top and grabbing my bag. Putting my converse back on, I head back out towards my car and get in.

Arriving at the warehouse a good half our later, I pack in the space next to the rest of the gangs’ cars. Going through the already open door, Jason’s sitting in the office with Mark. Frustration running through me I open the door, slamming it shut behind me, throwing my bag on the floor and crossing my arms over my chest “I know everything, Justin’s told me” I blurt out. Mark standing up straight from leaning slightly over Jason whilst they were both looking at the computer, both their eyes focused on mine “Well?” I carry on waiting for them to say something “Everything?” Jason asks, spinning the chair to face me “That’s what I said dipshit!” I reply, my voice raising slightly with the more agitated I get “Now I want you to tell me everything. So I know it’s the truth” I reply “I’m gonna leave you to it” Mark speaks up, walking past me as he opens the door and walking to meet the others.

Sitting on the other seat beside Jason, he rubs his hands over his face taking a deep breath “First, I need to ask you something” I say “Ok, go ahead” Jason replies “When I first started seeing Justin, Derek tried to keep me away, and he knew about the time I killed that man” I tell him, remembering the night I stayed at Justin’s, coming downstairs the next morning for Derek to push me against the wall and attempt to scare me off “What did he say?” Jason asks “Ryan tried to get him off me, saying how I’m not you and to let me go, but Derek said how I was more like you than they thought. Saying how I killed someone but didn’t get caught and how they all got questioned” I tell him, the memory still sharp in my mind:

One night, I was roaming the streets taking a walk to cool off after getting in an argument with Jason, when this guy I’ve never seen before approached me. My natural yet psychotic instincts kicked in and I just shot him there and then, he only asked for the time but I wasn’t thinking straight. Obviously I ran straight back home and told Jason and he was fine about it, giving me the usual rant about killing people for now reason, because otherwise the police will end up getting involved; and Jason was right. The police found out and came straight to us because a normal guy had gone missing, and being a known gang we were obviously questioned, and from what Derek said them lot did too.

“Well they got questioned because they’re a known gang just like us, P. So somehow they obviously found out it was you. It’s not a big deal it’s not like they’ve ever killed anyone. Forget about it, it was three years ago” Jason tells me, calming me down a little I know he’s right “Three years ago, and a week before what happened between Joe and I” I whisper to myself, but Jason obviously heard because he spoke up “Those few months were bad for you, for all of us, but we’re past that now ok? A lot of shit happened. But it happened and it’s done with” he says. Nodding in reply, a lot of shit did happen. Jobs went wrong, I shot the random guy, I killed Joe’s guys, Joe tried to kill me, that job with Jason and Justin…realising I haven’t asked about that I look at Jason “That job with you and Justin, why didn’t I know about that?” I ask “Hmm, he did tell you everything” Jason says, stating the obvious. Rolling my eyes “Yes, now answer the fucking question Jason!” I spit, the anger in me rising again.

“You were still bad from that crash you had, so we didn’t mention it because we all know how stubborn you are about it. We knew you would want to do the job so we just decided not to tell you” Jason explains “Oh, you just decided not to mention it. It’s not the fucking weather forecast Jason. Why do you all think it’s ok to keep jobs from me, we’re a family, we’re in this shit together. You don’t just not mention a job!” I shout at him “Look, when Derek first approached us that was the night you had the crash. Obviously we weren’t going to tell you then in the state you were, a week later when the job was taking place, you still weren’t up for it. Yes we kept jobs from you back then but that’s different now. You were mentally unstable before Pia” Rubbing my forehead with my hand, a headache occurring like they always do at times like this, looking back at Jason I continue “Fine. I get that. But why did you steal from Justin? Why not do the job and take what’s yours rather than taking it all?” I ask “Why not?” Jason smirks, leaning back in his chair. Standing up I stomp over to Jason, my hands placed on either side of the chair whilst my face very close to his “Because if you did what you was supposed to do, maybe Justin wouldn’t want to get back at you with all these stupid fucking games you seemed to of been fucking playing whilst I was gone, maybe just maybe he wouldn’t of helped Joe. Because without Justin, Joe could never of fucking done what he did on his own!” I seethe through my teeth, anger very evident. Knowing I’m right Jason leans his head back as I stand away from him, I turn around my eyes scanning the office, where I realised I haven’t been since I’ve been back in America. Jason staying silent I turn around to look at him “I’m sorry Pia” Jason says “I don’t care, what’s done is done. But I need to ask you one more thing” my arms crossed against my chest “What did you steal from the job?” I ask. Taking a deep breathe, Jason stands up “Follow me” he says.