Jason Mccan || Take My Heart

eight

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"That's the problem."
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I felt my eyes flutter open, letting a yawn out as I felt the sun on my skin. Widening my eyes as I remembered Jason slept in here, I pulled myself up from the bed to look over to an empty couch to see he wasn't there. Where was he? Did I oversleep? Would Jason be angry? I looked over to the door to see him leaning against the doorframe, his eyes meeting mine. It was obvious he just woke up - he still had no shirt on and his hair was messy.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked, his eyes locked with mine. He groaned a little before placing his head against the doorframe once again.

The strange thing was that I had never slept so peacefully since I had been here. And maybe it was because Jason was in the room but maybe my bed was just more comfy than usual. It was even more strange that I felt my kidnapper gave me a sense of security or content. It worried me, but I hadn't really realised it until now. Unfortunately, I liked that Jason gave me this feeling and that was even something else I should be more worried about.

"Great, um, how did you sleep?" I asked him, surprised that he was there while he ran a hand through his hair.

"For the first time in forever, I slept perfectly." He replied, no expression on his face. Furrowing my eyebrows I pulled myself out of the bed and pulled my hair up, trying to get it out of my face. I noticed Jason grinning as he watched me.

Surprisingly, he was acting like he did last night and I only just noticed.

So far.

"Come with me." Jason ordered as I got up from the bed and followed him downstairs, his shirt still continuing to be off. He was acting strange and I had no idea why, but oddly enough, it was better than him being a complete asshole. Jason was defiantly somewhat bipolar but it was also like he need fixing - by someone or something.

"The guys are pretty much out for the whole day. I need them to uh, take care of something." He told me as we walked down the stairs. "So, we pretty much have the house to ourselves."

"What are they taking care of?" I asked, my mouth getting the best of me and Jason just chuckled, looking at me as we stopped in the living room. The speech 'taking care of something' sounds so shady and since I'm curious, I tend to do things I wish I didn't; like asking Jason questions which I knew he hated.

"You never learn, do you?" He spoke, turning around to look at me and I bit my lip, nervously. That's right - 'no asking questions.' "Please don't bite your lip, Ariana."

"You can't control me over what I say or what I do." I replied angrily. I realise he's a kidnapper, he could kill me in the beat of a second but right now, I didn't even care. I wanted to stand up to him and I wanted him to know that I wasn't weak or scared around him.

"Baby girl, I think I can." He growled, grabbing my wrists firmly and pulling me closer towards him - and when he did this, a bruise always came out of it. I tried my best holding in the whimper that wanted to escape my lips but I just locked my eyes with him. I was so sick of being scared of him. "You know there are consequences from your actions - fucking punishments that I'm really considering. I think I've told you that; multiple times."

"I'm not afraid to hurt you, babe. I'm not afraid to punish you." I swallowed, looking up at him as I clenched my jaw while he continued. "I don't know what it is but you are so different to any girl I have ever met."

I noticed Jason's features; his strong jaw structure, his brown eyes that had something I couldn't look away from. He was defiantly something I didn't mind to look at. His skin looked flawless and even the very small amount of freckles he had on his face, he had a great face and I had no idea if he even noticed me observing the number of things.