Mind Of Mine ~ Justin Bieber as Jason McCann

chapter eleven: Inner Demons.

Jason's POV
"His inner demons, the things that remain blind to the human eye, are the things that are consuming every single fucking spark that's left in him."
I pounded on the door of the Old Cabin. "Let me the fuck in!", I yelled. The rain continued to hit my body. There was no reply. "Fuck!", I exclaimed to myself.
My brain clicked. If he wasn't here, there was only one person that would know where he was. Like she said , she knew him better than anyone. I made my way down the street to Cynthia's house. I went to step up the front porch towards the door when I hesitated and looked around. Her parents car wasn't on the drive and the house looked pretty empty. Until I looked up. It was Cynthia, looking out at me from her bedroom window. She was in a white lace bra and her hair was merely messy. She had four hickeys imprinted on her neck. I smiled at her masking confusion. She didn't smile back, instead giving me a sorrow look. A male shadow dawdled towards her. A large tattooed arm slithered its way around her waist. I don't have to see anymore to know who it was. Jackson appeared out of the shadows and looked down on me. Grinning at me triumphantly as if he had just won some sort of competition. He maintained eye contact with me as he kissed her neck. He knew what he was doing, I knew what he was doing. He could see the jealousy burning through me like fire. Cynthia kept trying to push him away but his kissing got more intense. She turned around and pushed his chest hard. She didn't want it, anyone could see that. I was raging, fury clouding my body.

I'd seen enough, I had to stop him. I barged my way through the front door and darted straight up the stairs. I forced the door open and charged straight for Jackson. He was around 2 inches taller than me which didn't intimidate me as we were the same size muscular wise. We were stood head to head cussing each other out. I could see the fear in Cindy's eyes, this angered me even more at the thought of what he did to her on all those occasions she spoke about last night. Anger had well and truly took over me now as I leaned my head back and head butted my brother as hard as I could. He wobbled and stepped back a bit holding his head. I was unsure of what he would do next so I kept my stance.

He looked up and came straight towards me emgulfed me in to a hug. He held on to me and said, "It looks like you didn't need your big brother to fight your battles in school". He chuckled slightly. I stayed silent, trying to bring my anger down. What kind of reaction was that?. I didn't know the full story. Mom said he had issues, he obviously needed help. Help that he was no longer receiving. I slithered my way out of his grip and turned towards Cynthia. "We need to talk.", I spoke, my facial expressions towards her were unreadable but she knew what was going through my head. She was a smart girl she didn't need to be told. She shot me an understanding look and moved her gaze to her phone indicating me to follow her stare, I looked back at her and nodded briefly. I turned to look at my brother once more before exiting the house.

Cynthia's POV
I can not believe what happened earlier. I shit you not as soon as Jason McCann walked into my life, it spiralled. Or maybe when Jackson walked in. I don't know but I was sure to find out soon. I should probably re cap earlier for you and how me and Jackson ended up in my room.
3 hours earlier.
My parents had gone to my grandma's to visit and check in on her. Mason was at his soccer match and Scarlet was at the bowling alley with her friends. The atmosphere was silent as I lay on my bed. Reflecting on my life. Hey what's new?. The silence was disrupted when I heard a loud pounding on my door. I shot up and ran downstairs. I flung the door open revealing a broken man. It was Jackson. His eyes were red and puffy. He had large cuts underneath his right eye and his usual slicked back hair was soaking wet from the rain. He barged his way into my house and began telling me how sorry he was. His vulnerability often went unknown but right now it was on full show.

He had finished speaking and tears were falling down his face. He pulled off his t shirt and forced his way over to me indulging me in a passionate kiss. He cupped my face showing his dominant side. I let my arms snake their way around his neck. I didn't know what was happening. My head was fucked. He needed me, I knew he did. I tried so fucking hard to get myself to pull myself away and tell him to get the fuck off of my property but all my attempts drowned in failure. There was something about his rare softness and raw emotion that drew me closer to him. We continued pulling garments of clothing off of each other as he picked me up and brought me upstairs. Kicking my bedroom door open and continuing to kiss me. I think you all know what happened next.