His Little Princess | Jason McCann

Five

Camila's POV

"I was at Daya's." I lied. I was a pretty good liar. Meaning I was very convincing.

"Who is Daya?" My mom asked confused.

"Dayanara is Lauren's friend, I told you about her, mama!" I lied again. I felt bad lying to my mom but I had no choice. I couldn't say I slept at a strangers house. She'd never let me go out again.

"Just go inside and stay home for the day, por favor!"

I went inside and was immediately hit by the smell of fresh baked goods. My mom cooks when she is stressed. I greeted my dog that ran up to me and wiggled his little tail. His name is Perro which literally means Dog in Spanish. Original much? And he's a pug. My favorite dog breed.

I picked Perro up and walked upstairs to my room and put him in his dog basket. I walked over to life-size mirror on my closet door and realized I was still wearing his shirt and my heels. And then I saw my face. Damn. I look like actual shit. And I probably smelled like smoke, drugs and alcohol so I decided I'd go take a shower.

I kicked my heels off and threw them in the corner and stripped out of the black shirt. Swiftly, I turned around and walked to my bathroom. I grabbed my face wash that was in the cabinet above the sink and scrubbed my face with it. I walked over to my shower and turned the hot water on. I carefully stepped in the cabin and let the steaming hot water drip on my back. This was my moment to relax and get my mind off of things.
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I grabbed the towel that was hanging next to my shower and dried myself off with it and later, wrapped it around my body. I entered my room and opened my MacBook that was standing on my desk. I had 12 missed skype calls from Lauren. Damn. Better call that bitch back. So I did.

"Hey!" Is said casually while checking out my closet for fresh clothes.

"What the fuck, Camila!" She shouted. I saw Austin sitting in the background staring blankly at the white wall beside him. "Where the hell were you last night? We couldn't reach you and we were scared to death!" I saw tears form in her eyes which almost made me cry. I hate seeing my loved ones in pain. I can't bare it.

"I'm so sorry guys, I'll explain everything I promise!" My voice cracked a little. Lauren's face softened and Austin finally looked up and listened to what I wanted to say.

I thought about everything that had happened last night but I only can remember bits and pieces. I was ready to open my mouth but got interrupted by Lauren.

"I just felt it was my fault, you know." She cried. I looked at her with a confused face.

"Because I gave you the..." she listened if any of her folks were there. "XTC." She whispered.

"No, it wasn't your fault, it was my own. I should have never taken it in the first place."

"But I gave it to you though..."

"And I excepted it."

She closed her eyes and took a relieved breath. "So, where were you last night?" Austin asked. He has been quiet the whole time. His sudden deep voice made me jump a little.

"Okay, this is going to sound really fucking weird but I want you guys to know that I'm okay." I took a deep breath. "I slept at a guys house." Lauren's eyes widened in disbelief and Austin's eyebrows furrowed.

"Who?!" They asked at the same time.

"I don't know some dude named Jason McCann." I said casually. I saw their eyes turn from "giirrlllll" to fear almost. They turned silent. The only thing I could hear was the calming buzz from my laptop. A cold wind entered my room from the slightly open window. I shivered and wanted to get up but was caught off guard by Lauren.

"Do you even who t-that is?" She asked struggling with her words.

"The only thing I know is that he is hella rich." I simply said.

Her jaw dropped but quickly closed again. "He is like one of the most wanted criminals right now, Camila!" She whisper-yelled at me. "How can you not know this? Did you give him any of your information? If he did anything to you I swear to god I--"

"Okay chill, Lauren!" I cut her off. "Nothing happened, I promise and I only gave him my name." I said.

"First and last?" She asked.

"I don't know, I guess."

"Oh my god. You're so scre--"

The power went out. I got up and quickly put the clothes I had laid on my bed on, did my semi-wet hair in a messy bun and went downstairs.

"Mom?" I yelled as I was walking through the hall. It was awfully quiet. It gave me shivers down my spine. I opened the door that led to the kitchen and living room. I was greeted by pure darkness. I crossed my arms. It was fucking cold in here. I grabbed a flashlight from the cabinet and turned it on pointing it to the dark kitchen. I noticed a small note on the kitchen counter.

"Needed stamps.
Home by 10 pm
Love,
Mom."

I furrowed my eyebrows. Since when do we even write letters and actually send them? I checked the little clock on the microwave for the time. 9:36 PM.

CRACK!

The sound of breaking glass ringed in my ears. I rapidly turned around and shone the flashlight in direction the sound came from. The big window that was connected to the backyard was wide open and the wind had knocked over a vase. At least, I hope it was the wind. The cold wind sent shivers down my spine. I closed the window.

I patted my pockets to search for my phone. I must've left it upstairs. With the flash still shining to watch my step I ran to my room. I was scared shitless. I wanted to call my mom, the police, just anyone that could come over to make me less scared.

When I reached the stairs when I heard a deafening noise coming out of my room following with my dog barking like crazy. It sounded like my whole room was being put down with a wrecking ball.

I froze. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? my conscience yelled in my head. I wanted to turn around and run out of my house and be save but I stopped myself. My dog is inside there and I can't let him die. I have to grab him and run away or something.

I ran back downstairs in to the kitchen looking around for a possible weapon. All I saw was a cucumber, a banana or a wooden spoon. FUCK! I thought to myself.

Oh wait! I opened a cupboard and grabbed a butcher knife. Why haven't I thought of this earlier. I ran back upstairs, carefully, trying not to trip and stab myself to death. I kicked my door open and shone my flashlight at the ground to find my terrified puppy behind my bed.

"Oh my god!" I whined, dropped everything and ran towards him. He waggled his tail but he was still shaking like a little rabbit.

"It's okay, baby. You're save now." I Cooed. I thought I was save. I put Perro down and grabbed the flashlight that laid on the ground. I looked in my desk trying to find my phone. It wasn't there. I looked on my bedside table. It wasn't there. I furrowed my eyebrows. Where the hell is that thing. My mom will kill me if I lost this phone too. It's my third phone this year.

"Looking for something." I heard a deep voice from behind me. I immediately stood up straight. My heartbeat fastened. My breathing became irregular. A voice in my head told me to run but I couldn't. I was glued to this floor and couldn't move. But I had to look behind me. The urge was to big. Slowly. I turned around, only to be greeted with the same guy that has took me to his home.

It was Jason fucking McCann.

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Longer chapter for y'all. What do you think is gonna happen? I tried to make a good cliffhanger I hope I succeeded. Love you guyssssss!