Mind Of Mine ~ Justin Bieber as Jason McCann

chapter six: Nobody Notices.

Cynthia's POV
When I'm out of control I really feel alive, as if nobody can stop because nobody really understands. Except him.
I awoke in his arms the next day at about 7am. I lay there for a good 10 minutes just starring up at my white ceiling. I don't know why but in his arms I felt safe, for the first time in so long I felt safe. Anyway besides the point. Today was the day I found out whether my next few weeks would be helping plan my father's funeral or helping plan his physiotherapy sessions so he could learn how to strengthen his movements again. The doctors rang my mom and told her they should find out if the wounds are increasingly fatal, his chance of surviving and how his injuries would lower his quality of life. I wanted to cry just thinking about it but my body found it almost impossible to produce anymore tears.

I sat up trying not to wake the beautiful man that lay beside me. I should feel bad because I shouldn't be so incredibly besotted with someone when I'm in love with someone else. Part of me though wondered did I really love the man I used to plan on spending the rest of my days with; part of me also wanted to hurt that man, I wanted him to feel the pain he caused and continues to cause me every single second of every single day. From the bottom of my heart I truly despised that man yet I find myself believing that I'm in love with him. My mind is fucked and it's all because of him. He found me, wanted to fuck me and then fuck with my mind. My mind is so fucked in fact that the person I love I should fucking despise. He makes me lose control, like really really lose control and when I'm out of control I really feel alive, as if nobody can stop me because nobody really understands. Except him.
"If only you knew what really happens in the darkest place in RedWater", I whispered to Jason as he slept, moving a piece of hair from off of his eyelid and onto his forehead.

It was now gone noon and Jason had left. Me, my mom and my brother sat anxiously around our house telephone in the living room. We had sent my little sister to my grandma's house outside of town because we knew she wouldn't handle the news well and we wanted to wait until we had confirmation on what would really happen to my dad. My mom sat in the middle of the couch and beside her sat myself and Mason. We were all holding hands awaiting the dreaded call; Mason was biting his nails and I had my hand cupped over my mouth preparing for the news I was about to receive. The alarming sound of the phone started bouncing off of the walls: it was one of those sounds that went straight through your ears, it was horrible. With no hesitation my mom snatched her hands out of mine and Mason's grip and outstretched her right hand to pick up the phone.

"He...Hello", she choked up. Every single bone in my body was quivering as if an earthquake had suddenly erupted in my body. "Hello is this Sara Montgomery?", a deep voice of a smooth tone replied. "Yes, yes it is. Please tell me my husband is ok", my mom replied swiftly.
"Well, he is currently in a stabilised position and will be expected to wake up in a short period of time wether that be a few hours to a full day..", the voice replied. As soon as I heard those words nothing else mattered. My dad was going to be OK. Every other part of that conversation was a blur, I was well and truly zoned out. I think I was crying tears of joy but I couldn't really remember. Mason snapped me out of my zone by picking me up and hugging me, I hugged him back of course, both of us with huge smiles painted on our faces. In the corner of my eye I saw that my mom had put the phone down and she was looking at us in complete awe. I pulled my hand out of the hug and pulled my mom over to join.

Jason's POV
I couldn't stop thinking about what Cynthia had said to me this morning. If only you knew what happens in the darkest place in RedWater. I played that phrase back thousands of times in my head. At first I thought the bruises were from her mother; I mean I had reason to believe this from her mother's alcoholic and drug abuse past. I must be wrong I mean I saw the love she showed to Cindy yesterday and as I left this morning; it couldn't be a cover up I knew real love when I saw it. The only other place I could think of in RedWater that never ever showed signs of life is the Old Cabin, four doors down from Cindy's house. I mean 'darkest' could mean a few things, for example; it could mean 'darkest' as in evil or 'darkest' as in actual dark. These seemed to be the only possibilities that fit. I needed to find out what Cindy was talking about but considering her current situation with her dad, I don't think it would be right to pry no matter how tempting it may be. Also I would have to be extra discreet as Cindy didn't actually know that I heard her and she didn't need to know - at least not right now.

The sound of my phone vibrating on my bedside table rung through my room. I picked it up and saw Cindy's name lighting up on the screen. I answered it almost immediately after I saw her name. "Hey Jason", her sweet voice came through the speaker. "Hey Cynthia", I replied, a smile spreading on my face. "So... any news on your dad?", I asked with hesitation. "That's what I was calling about actually. He's going to wake up they said it could be anytime between 5-24 hours.", she said and by her tone of voice you could tell she had been crying. "Wow! That's great news. If you need anything you know where I am right.", I responded. "Thanks Jason I really appreciate it and also thank you for staying with me last night. If you hadn't had come in when you did I'd probably still be in that damn shower", she let out a small laugh but you could tell what she was saying was genuine. After saying our goodbyes we ended the call.

Later on in the night I found myself lying in bed scrolling through Instagram - hey what's new?.
Kennedy Ross - Cindy's bestfriend - had posted a picture of herself, Cindy and their other best friends, Elle Meyers and Mila Crawford, on her account. I looked closely at the photo on my bright screen and saw how three of the girls all looked genuinely happy and how one of them had a sorrowful look in her eyes. It was Cynthia of course. She looked so innocent and afraid almost. I went on to Kennedy's profile and scrolled down to an old photo of the four from the start of senior year which would of been September last year; this photo was now 7 months old - a month before the first bruise. I compared the photos and saw a huge difference in Cindy's expression. I got to thinking how did this once happy, confident teenage girl grow into someone so vulnerable and quiet in such a short space of time. I had to find out what was going on - I needed to know what was happening to this young girl that was so bad she began to lock herself away. Who was this girl and why had no one cared to notice that she had changed.