Kidnapped Love; Jason McCann love story.

Chapter 15.

I was half crouched behind the sofa, clutching the money bag.

A: " Get her out of here"  

Jason moved towards me and took me into his arms. we both hurried towards  the little room him and Alex had been in before.

Jason reached out for the handle and the lock unlatched. He swung it open and all i saw was black. He let go of me and made his way into the room. He disappeared but blinks and buzzes sounded with a couple of light bulbs flickering on from the low concrete ceiling. It looked very similar to the garage back at that cold, blood stained house.

I saw screws and crow bars splattered across the floor. wires were huddled in a corner and a few dinamite sticks were tangled in them.

Jason appeared in the doorway again.

J: " Come on!" He gestured me towards him with his hand. I vaguely nodded my head and stepped past him into the room. Jason quietly shut the door and faced me, but i had my back to him, i was too focused on the sticks of dynamite.

M: " Whats with the dynamite?"

J: " Sometimes we like to go old school. "

M: " Oh really?" 

J: " Look Monica, forget about the dynamite... It's Ralph you should be worrying about."

 I felt like my heart had stopped working. Jason telling me to worry about something, i knew it was something i should really be scared of, Jason never kidded around. I turned to face him.

M: " W-Why?"

J: "He's gonna want to kill you" My eyes were wide and my breathing rapidly changed into a panic run.

M: " But... Can't you change his mind? I robbed a diner for you?! That's gotta mean something to keep me alive?!" The bag was now chucked on the floor, thrown up against a screwdriver. I pounded my body against Jason and grabbed on to the sleeves of his hoodie - My tears started soak into his chest. I noticed his breathing and heartbeat was steady, like he wasn't upset or concerned about me, he just stood still. Emotionless. Like a criminal should be.

we both stood there, bodies touching, just  the sound of my sniffles breaking the deadly silence. A knock on the door dropped me silent. It was a slow and sinister knock. Jason nudged me off of him and went to reach for the handle 

M: " NO! please don't! Jason I don't want to die!" I grabbed the back of his hoodie and tried to shake him, but he turned around out of my grasp and clutched my forearm. His clench was so tight, his nails felt like they would leave permanent dents in my wrist. We were face to face.

J: " I can't do anything for you Monica."  Another knock pumped through us.

R: " Monica? Are you in there?" his voice was chilling. The sound of his words made my skin crawl.

M: " Please don't." It came out as a whisper. I lost my grip, and my faith in him, when Jason turned around and opened the door. I was met with a pair of terrifying eyes, looking at me up and down, a crooked smile grew on his face. 

Ralph was Tall, he wasn't a skinny man but was somehow lanky.He was leaning against the doorway with this right hand in his pocket and his left arm rested on the doorway frame above his head. A dirty leather jacket hung over a faded red shirt he had tucked into some jeans. He had his left foot kicked over his right. Leather cowboy boots. 

R: " Ah... Monica?"

My eye sight was blurry, and so was my thoughts. Everything was blurry and frightening.

R: " We meet again." His boots clinked along the ground as he slowly started to make his way towards me.

I remembered the day we met. But i could not remember exactly what he looked like. I think my fear made me block out his image to stop me from being even more emotionly tortured. I remember the moment he created the cut on my wrist though. It was so deep i was scared my hand would drop off. The remebrance of the pain made my wound start to throb again and i winced. I glanced down to the blood crusted bandage hanging above my hand. I looked back up to Ralphs blood shot eyes.