Mind Of Mine ~ Justin Bieber as Jason McCann

chapter twenty: Forty-Eight Hours.

Cynthia's POV
I stepped through the front door of mine and Jason's loft apartment. Jason had gone to work and wouldn't be back till late so I had the apartment to myself. I dropped my bag to the floor before turning on the light switch.
"Hello Cindy", his hoarse tone made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "Aren't you happy to see me?", Jackson gritted his teeth when he finished speaking. I didn't know what to say, I held my breath and just waited for him to stand up from the chair in the corner of the room. When he did so I stumbled back.

It had been 5 months since I last saw Jackson. I was happy now, my life with Jason was starting to look up. Jason had been scouted by the New York Knicks basketball team and was now training and playing professionally. I had started my career in Fashion Design and was working towards making my own brand, even a few modelling opportunities too. Life was good, life was really good. Up until now.

"Cat got your tongue?", he smirked working his way towards me. I scoured at him keeping my silence. My body filled with disgust. He had kept me in the dark, put me through hell for way too long. I craved his touch, yet flinched every time he moved closer to me. I could never go back. I could never make any of the scars he inflicted pretty. I was better than ever, I couldn't let him manipulate me again.
"You can't wake up sweetheart, this is not a dream. All you can do is exchange affection with me. Tell me how you missed my touch.", he smirked wrapping his arms around my waist. I stumbled back more hitting my back against the industrial walls. "I can't stay away from you. I tried my hardest. I just can't", his expression was cold. He raised his hand and glided his finger over my lips. He leant in closer, I exhaled allowing our breaths to mingle. I lifted my hand up to his cheek as if to embrace it but instead I used all my force and slapped him as hard as I possibly could.

My waist fell out of his embrace as he stumbled back holding his busted lip. "Stay the fuck away from me!", I yelled at him. He looked up, blood pouring from his lip. He smirked. "So she speaks", he allowed a crazed laugh to partition his lips. He was back to his old ways. His loss of aid had changed him, he was insane yet again. "Why the fuck are you here?", I quivered slightly. "To tell you that I can keep you safe, they're all afraid of me", he objected. "Yeah I've heard that one before", I replied with the same sense of anger he was utilising. "Cynthia, listen to me", his expression was deadly serious as he spoke. "Why should I?", I scoffed. "Someone is coming. They want to take you away. Far away. They won't stop until they have you. With me here you'll be safe, I can keep you safe", he looked me in the eye. I wavered on what he was saying.

If someone was coming, who was it? What did they want? And why?

"What? Who's coming? Why?", I stuttered, silently grasping on to any air I could. He placed his hands on my shoulders. "Look at me", he demanded. I turned my head and locked my eyes with his. "They're ruthless physcopaths. They are incredibly dangerous. I don't know why they're coming, I think it's to spite me in some way. You can not leave this building; and when Jason gets here, neither can he.", he wasn't joking, I could see the genuine fear in his eyes.

Without another word, I slipped out of his grip and sprinted upstairs and in to mine and Jason's room. I locked the door and curled up on the bed, sobbing quietly. Jackson was back, and he'd led a load of fucking neurotics to me. He'd endangered both me and Jason. Blood rushed through my veins. I was livid, frightened and cowered up in a fucking coop under Jackson's control.

Jason's POV
"Yeah, I'll see you later man", Za, my team-mate, called to me as I left the changing rooms. I walked in to the parking lot and threw my stuff in the boot of the jeep and jumped in the drivers seat. I felt a hand wrap around my mouth. I started to panic and tried to free myself from their grip. My heart stopped when I heard the lock of a gun, followed by it being pushed up against the side of my head. I averted my gaze to the driving mirror, allowing myself to focus on a figure dressed in black. I let out a loud groan when I felt something sharp dig in to my right arm. I got a quick gaze at a large needle, that belonged to a syringe, dig it's way into my flesh.

No POV
"He's lost consciousness boss", the figure exclaimed through the phone. "Don't panic Mac. All is well.", the voice chuckled through the phone's speaker. "Bring him to me. Don't hesitate to pass red lights. We need him here before he regains consciousness. He could be made aware of his surroundings on the outside.", the voice demanded. The call was cut off and Mac dragged Jason by his shoulder into the back seat. He climbed over the leather interior and into the drivers seat; using the keys he dug out from Jason's pocket, he started the car and drove recklessly through busy New York streets.

Cynthia's POV
"Where the fuck is he!", Jackson exclaimed tugging at his hair. I sat with my knees to my chest on the staircase, looking down at Jackson. "Jackson you have to tell me what the fuck is going on.", I snapped. "I have told you what the fuck's going on! You know just as much as me. Just lay off for a fucking second and tell me where the fuck your boyfriend is!", he snapped back at me angrily. "If I knew do you think I'd be letting you pace around fucking snapping at me!", I yelled. "How long ago should he have been home?", he scowled. "An hour and a half ago. He's never late, not ever.", I stated. Jackson's phone vibrated against the kitchen counter. He snatched it and answered the call.

"You have 48 hours to turn in the girl. If she's not here by Friday... BANG! Jason's brains will be scattered all over this metal floor. I'll make sure to send the video of it too. You're smart Jackson, I trust you to find out who and where I am. Wouldn't want any cops though would we? Not after what you've done.", a robotic voice teased through the speaker. "What? Who the fuck is this? Answer me now!", Jackson roared. The robot let out a devilish laugh. "Come and get me", it chuckled, ending the call. "FUCK!", Jackson ululated, throwing his phone to the floor only for shards of glass to come flying from the screen.

Forty eight hours. Jason could be dead by then.