New and Improved (Jason McCann love story)

Chapter two

"What are we going to do with her?" A mans voice woke me up. I didn't dare open my eyes, afraid the men might by in this room with me. I wiggle my arms and legs slightly making sure everything was intact. I feel something cold and hard against my wrist, handcuffs? I moved my ankles also but something was different. The object wasn't cold but hard, stiff, and pocky, rope?

"I have plans for our little guest," says a voice. He sounds like a teenage boy, he couldn't be older than 23 at the most. I hear foot steps coming closer and closer. My whole body starts shaking with fear, I squeeze my eyes shut tighter. I hear the door open with a big bang, causing the door to shake. I couldn't help but open my eyes to a man right in front of me. He was wearing black v-neck, black skinny jeans which he sagged pretty badly and black supra's.

"Well, well" he smiles evilly "she wake." He walks slowly towards me. When he got to me, he gently pushes my hair off my forehead. He's touch was so soft and gently. Maybe I'm making up all the fear for no reason. "What's your name babe?" He asks softly. I couldn't speak, fear came up into my throat. An angry expression took place of that beautiful smile. He grabs a hand full of my hair and yanks me up, so my face was centimeters from his.

"I said what's your name?!" He yells in my face.

I groan in pain but I manage to say: "Tori, Tori Santiago." I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to keep the tears of weakness and fear from showing. I wanted to go home. Be in my bed. Safe. Protected. But was I really safe and protected? Tears start running down my cheeks. So much for not showing weakness.

I open my eyes and saw his arm stretched back, with as much force as he could muster, he slaps me across the face, causing a big 'SMACK' to echo in the room. I cry out in pain and press my palm to my cheek.

"If there's one thing that I can't stand, its cry baby's. You got me?" He say, again, grabbing a fist full of my hair. I nod weakly. I want someone come find me. I have no idea what I'm in for and I don't even know where I'm at. He let go of my hair and stood up straight, still looking at me dead in the eyes.

"Leave the room Austin," he say. "And lock the door behind you," he slides off his shirt and flinches it across the room. The guy behind him known as Austin, nods with a wicked smile and locks the door behind him. I know now, what I was in for. I know more pain will come very soon. And, right now, all I want to to die.

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Jason's point of view:

I slip my clothes back on and look at Tori. She was actually very beautiful, but she means nothing to me. No one means anything to me. I just left her hands and feet untied, there's no where for her to escape.

"If you think that is bad than you haven't seen anything yet," I say and walk out the room, locking the door. I went up stairs and into the living room. I spot Austin, Nathan and Marcus, sitting on the couch, talking among themselves.

"It's about time, I thought you never show up." Austin says when he saw me.

"We have important news for you," Marcus chimes in.

I groan. "Can't it wait till tomorrow?" I'm not in the mood to think about anything. Not even the plans I always want to talk about.

"Whoa, I've never seen you like this before,"Austin says.

"Yeah, and your about to see something else you haven't seen before; my fist going down you throat!" I yell, he stands up and I went toe to toe with him.

"Calm down, bro!" Austin puts his hands in the air in defensive.

"Don't tell me to calm down!" I snap at him.

"What has gotten into you?!" Austin says.

"What do you mean?!"

Before Austin can say anything, Nathan jumps in. "Yeah, what do you mean? Ever since that brother of his--" before he could finish, I grab him by the collar of he's shirt and push him up against the wall.

"If you ever talk about my brother like that again, you won't life to see another day," I growl, pressing my forearm to his throat. He isn't worth the fight. Plus, I need him if I want this to run smoothly. I let him go and he fall to his knees, gasping for air.

"We'll talk about whatever the news is you have to tell me tomorrow. Don't come knocking on my door, or else." I run off to my room, I don't know what happened to me. I don't want to do anything or talk to anyone. I lay down on the bed and look at the ceiling.

Angry starts boiling up in the pit of my stomach. I stand, walking over to the wall on the other side of the room, and clutch my hand into a fist. I need to get my angry out. I punch the wall as hard as I could. I felt a few knuckles crack but, I didn't care. Pain is the only thing I need. Besides....

I stop myself from thinking of it.

I need to get my mind off things. I put on my leather jacket and grab my keys to my black Ferrari. I ignore the questions/warnings the guys ask and walk out the door. No one will notice me, I have done this many times and never got caught and I don't plan on it either. I jump in my Ferrari and drove down the road. I have dark tines so when people try to look through my windows, they don't see anything. Plus, it's night, which is good for me, it makes things easier.

Going down a back road, I place my knee under the stirring wheel as my hand searches for a cigarette. I found a pack, took one out, and layer it between my lips, taking a big inhale of it. Rolling down the window slightly, I felt myself relax. I haven't relaxed in god knows how long. About an hour and a few minutes later, I got to my destination.

I pull in an empty parking lot in the middle nowhere. Even in the darkness, I see the little park on the left and a hiking trail on my right. This place is so far out of the city that no one can find it. No one even knows what or where this park is. It was closed a few weeks after it happened. When I look at the little park, a few yards away, my memory came flooding back. I remember us fighting, laughing and even crying at this place. Taking a big, long drag, I drop the cigarette and crashed it with the sole of my shoe. I start walking down the hiking tail, leading into the woods. Memories came back; memories I never want to remember but are stuck in my mind like glue.

Peaceful silence fills the air, the cool breeze blowing against my skin feels good. I look up at the night sky, finally I feel somewhat free. Like there was no plan that haunts me every day. No aching sensation to make sure the plan perfect. When I got to the end of the trail, my heart sinks. The house was the same as it was been; old, broken, and wore out. The wood that makes up the house looks like it will claps any minute. I walk in, the torn furnisher was still in its normal place. The old boards squeaked as I walk around. Pain, lose, sadness, and argue comes over me. So much pain lies here. So much I don't want to remember. I walk into the small room in the back. I clutched me hands into fists. I need to get out of here before I damage this place even more.

I walk out into the cool night air, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it. I jump in my car and drove as far away as I could. I kept the smoke inside, not wanting to roll the window down. I layer it between my lips, talking a long, deep inhale. My muscles relax again and my argue erases. To bad, my memory can't be erased.

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