Chapter 14
Jason's POV:
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Justin yelled, holding his nose. "Drew is our brother!" you outburst. "So?" he asked. You rolled your eyes. "Kylie is the first girl ever to notice him. He finally found someone, can't you leave her alone? Fuck, Justin's it's one girl!" you yelled. "I want her! Have you seen her I mean damn she's sexy." Justin said, grinning. You swung your fist at Justin, hitting his cheek. "Stop fucking hitting me!" he groaned. "Kylie is 16. You're 19. It's three years difference between you two!" Justin shrugged his shoulders. "Age is just a number baby." he said, smirking. You groaned in frustration. "It's one girl Justin. Leave her alone for fucks sake!" you outburst. Justin shook his head. "Make me." he said. You lost it, he was only trying to provoke you. And sadly, he succeed. You hit him in the stomach, causing him to fall to the floor and groan in pain. "You're gonna stay away from her, got it?" you asked. Justin laughed and got up again. "You can't stop me." he said. "Fuck you're unbelievable!" Justin looked directly in your eyes. "I always get what I want. You know that Jason." he said. "And Kylie isn't an exception."
He grabbed you by your shoulders and smashed you against the wall, before walking away from the kitchen. "Son of a bitch." you hissed, and carefully rubbed the back of your head.
You heard the door open, and shut close. So you figured Justin had left the house. You sighed in relief.
You got out of the kitchen and heard the faucet running. "Fuck that hurts!" you heard Drew groan. You quickly went to the bathroom, and found Drew on the bathroom floor. Derek stood by his side, and cleaned his wound. Justin had hit him quite bad. His lip was busted again, it didn't exactly have long time to heal since the last time. His black eye had only gotten bigger, and his cheek was bruised. "Be still." Derek said, as he pressed the cotton pad against Drew's cheek. He flinched in pain and clenched his jaw. "Drew relax.." you mumbled. Drew looked up at you. "What did you do to him?" he asked. "I beat him up. And yelled at him.. Told him to keep his hands off Kylie.." you mumbled. Drew nodded his head. "Thank you for standing up for me.." he said, and moisturized his lips. That made him twitch in pain because of the wound. You just smiled at him. "Anything for you baby brother." you mumbled. Derek nodded in agreement. "Anything for you."
Drew's POV:
"Take your shirt off." Derek said. You nodded your head and took your shirt of. Your body was shaking and it took a lot of your strength to even raise your arms above your head. You glanced down and saw bruises forming on your skin. "Jason go get a pack of ice." Derek said, and Jason disappeared out of the bathroom. "Drew.." Derek mumbled. You looked up at me your brothers eyes. "Yeah?"
A sigh escaped his lips. "About Kylie.." You quickly looked down and felt your cheeks turn red. "You really like her don't you?" he asked. Well, yes. Isn't that obvious? But you couldn't admit that to him. Besides you've only known her for a short time. "I take that as a yes." he chuckled. "Derek.." you started. He shook his head. "You don't need to say anything. Trust me." You nodded your head. "I felt the same way about Stella. When I first saw her, man I felt this strange, but strong connection between us." he said, smiling lovingly. You couldn't help but smile. "You're a great boyfriend Derek. You really love her and you're not afraid to show the world that." you mumbled. Derek laughed. "You sound like a girl." You rolled your eyes. "Shut up." you muttered. Derek chuckled. "I'm messing with you, don't get butthurt."
You smiled a little at him, and was just about to protest when Jason came in the bathroom. "Here." He handed Derek the ice pack. "Okay, this might hurt." Derek warned, before pressing the pack of ice against your skin, causing you to flinch in pain. You let out a painful groan and shut your eyes closed. "Fuck that hurts." you hissed.
"Relax." Derek mumbled. "The pain will be over soon."
You sighed and kept your eyes closed. "I'm so tired of getting beaten up all the time.. I'm so tired of it.." you whispered. The pain in your body was overwhelming. Your face was throbbing and your whole body was aching in pain.
Jason's POV:
Hearing your brother say that, broke your heart. And knowing that you were responsible for the most times he got beaten, made you feel ashamed. It made you feel guilty, and you couldn't even look him in the eyes. Your 16 year old brother, had been your punchbag for years. Ever since he was little you and Justin let out your anger on him. When you were high you always hit him. When he screwed up you always hit him. The guilt was eating you up from the inside. Your 16 year old brother, laid on the bathroom floor, and leaned against the wall. His eyes were shut closed because of the pain, and he was just broken. And you remembered that night when that kid stabbed you. And you came home, and Drew still stitched you up, even though you had beaten the shit out of him the night before.
He was a good kid, he had a good heart. He never hurt anyone, he just took all the shit you handed him. And he didn't deserve it, he deserved better. You started feeling nauseas and you couldn't be in the same room as him anymore. "I need air." you said, and quickly disappeared out of the bathroom. You got to the hallway, and dragged on your shoes, before opening the door and stepping out in the cold night. You shivered when the wind blew pass you. You pulled up the zipper on your hoodie and dug your hands down your pockets. You needed to clear your thoughts. And you knew exactly how to do that. You pulled out your phone and dialed Marco's number. "Hey.. Do you have any weed left?"
You knocked on Marco's front door, and impatiently waited for him to open it. The door finally opened and Marco smirked at you. "Is it cold outside McCann?" he asked teasingly. "Shut up." you said, laughing. He stepped back so you could come in. You got in and the familiar sound of your 'gang' filled your eardrums. "Guys, look who's here." Zach said, smiling as you got the living room. Zach, Christian, Nick and Marco were your closest friends. And they were all gathered in Marcos basement. "What brings you here on a Monday?" Christian asked, curiously. "I need to clear my thoughts. Where's the weed?" you asked impatiently. "Woah slow down tiger." Christian laughed, and handed you a joint. You placed the joint between your index and middle finger and pulled out a lighter. You lit the joint and took a deep draw. You instantly felt relaxed. "Fuck this is exactly what I needed."
Zach smiled at you. "Take a seat brother."
You sat down on the couch and the guys started talking. You shut out their voices and just relaxed. The guilt had disappeared and so had your nausea. "Jason!"
You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at Zach with a confused expression. "Yeah?" you asked.
"Were you listening to anything I said?
You shook your head. "No." you said shortly, and took a draw. You exhaled it shortly after. "So this chick walked up to me and said that she needed to get her hands on drugs. And man this chick was desperate." he started. "Mhm." you mumbled, as a sign for him to continue talking. "But there was a catch, she didn't have enough money to pay for it.." You raised an eyebrow. "I hope you told her to fuck off because we ain't handing out drugs for free."
Zach chuckled. "Keep listening." You rolled your eyes and Zach continued. "So, she was like 'please I'll do anything..' And I asked her how far she were willing to go. So she get the drugs, and I got to fuck her." He said smirking. You chuckled and took another deep draw. "Now that's a great deal." you said, and exhaled.
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Uhm sorry if the whole 'Jason smoking weed part' sucked, it's hard to write about it since English isn't my first language. But I tried my best. HAVE YOU CHANGED YOUR OPINION ABOUT JASON YET??
