Hate That I Love You

Chapter Twenty.

Two bullets left.

I'm either going to put a bullet through my head or Cash is.

Picking the gun up I place it to my head and take a deep breath.

Bang.

My eyes opening in shock, I drop the gun, I see Cash in front of me lying limply with blood pouring from his head. I stay sitting in my seat not saying a word, shocked, as the mayhem erupts around me. What the fuck.

Looking in front of me the room grows silent only heavy breathing surrounding the room. Being shaken out of my thoughts, I see Justin in front of me "Time to go" he says, taking my hand in his and leading me through the door. Before doing so I release my hand from Justin's and turn around.

Cash and his guys are all dead, except one who's standing in front of me. Frowning at him, he takes his mask off. Seeing who it is my eyes widen. It's the cute cop who gave me a cigarette when I was arrested. What the fuck is happening "PIA COME ON!" Jason shouts, snapping me out of my thoughts. Taking Justin's hand in mine again we run and follow the others, outside the gates and down the road for a few minutes. Coming to a stop, everyone leaning there backs against the wall whilst they catch their breath.

All except me who's crouching on the ground, trying to gather everything together and figure out what the hell is going on. Feeling the anger rush through me I stomp towards Jason, his head raised to the sky breathing slowly. Slamming my hands beside his head, his eyes open from the surprise I've just given him "Tell me what the fuck is going on, now" I spit angrily at him, standing on my toes to reach his height and looking him straight in the eyes. With Jason just looking at me I know exactly what he means. He'll tell me when were home. Stealing a couple of cars we all drive home together.

Turns out we were only half hour away from home. Rather than arguing with anyone, or go over again and again in my head about what's just happened and exhausting myself even more, I let myself drift off to sleep.

Being nudged awake by Ryan beside me, I groan at him "Everything will be fine you know that don't you?" He says, his voice suddenly calming me. Smiling at him, I nod. Getting out of the car and walking home "Pia? Where are you going?" Justin calls behind me, as I walk towards our house. Turning around and seeing everyone walk in to Jason's house I roll my eyes and carry on waking towards home.

Putting the code in the box, I unlock it and take the spare key out unlocking the door and running upstairs. Standing in the shower, I feel the tears rush along my cheeks along with the water. I can't stand this. I could of been dead. And usually that wouldn't bother me, but I have Justin to think about. And the baby. The worst thing about all of this, Jason knows what's going on and with that cop there at the scene most probably undercover...Jason's helping them out. I just know it.

As my stomach drops and I suddenly feel sick at my overwhelming thoughts I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself. Walking over to the wardrobe I want nothing more but to put an oversized tee on and climb into bed, but I need to go and figure this out. Taking a pair of denim shorts and baggy shirt out I get dressed, leaving my hair to dry naturally and walk over the road to Jason's.

Opening the door I hear muffled voices coming from outside, so I follow them into the garden. All faces turning towards me "Jason" I say, making him stand up and follow me back in to the kitchen "So I'm guessing you fucking knew everything that was going down today then?" I ask, so angry I struggle to keep myself under control "No, not everything" he replies, taking a beer out of the fridge and giving it to me. Looking at it I don't bother opening it and look back up at Jason "Are you going to explain before I smash this bottle over your head?" "Look. After you came home from being arrested that night I asked them to stay away" he begins to explain "They're cops Jason. They aren't going to stay away just because you fucking asked!" I raise my voice, holding on to the kitchen work top so tight my knuckles were white "That's not what I meant. I told them not to ask you to help them out again. They agreed, and ended up questioning me about Cash" he explains, ok so now what? "And?" "He's wanted Pia. Them chips I stole from Cash, they belong to the cops that's why they're so valuable. I told them again and again that I wasn't going to help them out but they compromised. We give them the microchips, help them out with Cash, and our records are clean...for now anyway. Pia? That man we left there? He's...He's a cop" Jason mumbles, I smile lifting my head to face him, his face screwing up as if to ask what I was smiling at "I know" "What do you mean you know?" "I fucking saw him when I was arrested you ass!" I try not to laugh, but as soon as Jason does I join in.