Mind Of Mine ~ Justin Bieber as Jason McCann

chapter twenty-one: Possessive, Aggressive and Incredibly Obsessive.

Cynthia's POV
"Who do you know that hates Jason?", Jackson asked me. He'd been prying all afternoon for as much information possible. "I don't really know", I admitted, hanging my head in shame. "Well for fuck sake Cindy-Lou you better think fast", he replied angrily. "Why don't you try and fucking think? This never would of happened if you hadn't of ran away like a fucking pussy", I argued. He stayed silent, clenching his fists. "I'm sorry...", I shouldn't of said that, I knew I shouldn't.
"It's... it's fine. You're right. I'm sorry too", he was calm.

"So what now?", I asked breaking the silence. "I need you to think. Who do you know that maybe was jealous of Jason or hated him for some reason. The reason possibly being that Jason had something that they thought they deserved", he grazed his hands through his hair as he spoke. Well to be honest Jackson, I'm thinking of you. Even though I knew that was impossible.

"Holy shit", I muttered. It had clicked, I think I knew who was doing this. "B...Bryan Foley", I stuttered in disbelief. I hadn't seen Bryan since I graduated. Rumours spread that he had gone completely MIA and cut off contact with everyone including his family. It would make sense as well; Bryan had always been jealous of Jason. And some of the things he said and did to me were sick - utterly disgusting. He'd always had a psychotic side to him; he'd snap when unnecessary, it's like he had a mental switch.

"No fucking- NO FUCKING WAY!", Jackson's anger seethed through the roof as he lunged a glass vase to the wall in a perilous manner. I sunk to my knees and began to sob.

Reality had finally hit me square in the face. The love of my life could die at any given moment if we make one wrong move. Myself and Jackson's lives were at risk. There was only going to be one outcome in the end. One of our lives would be taken.

"Wh...what are we going to do?", I stuttered in between cries. "We're going to play to the rules of the masquerade.", Jackson stated, cracking his knuckles. "And how do we plan to do that?", my voice was still shakey from sobbing. "I have a friend that can help us. She can find out the location of the cell phone he used to contact us from. Hopefully, with enough luck, he had t disposed of it.", boldly, he expressed that same psychotic smirk which meant he was ready to fight. At no matter what cost, he was ready; you could see it in his body language.

"Who is she?", I questioned curiously about this mystery girl. "McKenzie Charles", he answered picking up his cell phone and dialling what I assumed to be her number.

Jason's POV
"Fuck", I exclaimed quietly gripping the side of my head. I had a pounding throb rattling my brains, it was beyond painful. "What...what the fuck?", I sat up confused as to where I was. "No...this has to be a fucking dream!", I yelled angrily. The walls around me where a cold grey-coloured metal, matching the floor. The far wall had a small window, no bigger than 10 inches in height and width, with thin but sturdy metal bars lined over it. I was lay in the middle of the room with two large chains coming off of each ankle and one attached to my right arm. The chains were secured tightly to my body and ran all the way to a fixed halt in the wall.

One of the many things I found incredibly strange about the room was that there was no door. How the fuck did I get in here without going through a door. I was too big to fit through the window, and the roof was too high up for someone to just drop me down here and get back out again.

The silence that filled my ears was clouded by a witch-like cackle. Poison filled my lungs and rage blinded my mind. "Would you look who it is?", the voice echoed around the room with an almost humorous tone to it. "Jason McCann. Everybody's favourite. The girls, the teachers, the basketball teams, Cynthia's...", he listed following up with an eerie silence that ached my ears more than any sound. "What the fuck is going on Bryan?!", I yelled at the top of my lungs, feeling all of my muscles tense. I furrowed my eyebrows and creased my eyes, giving the up most evil glare I could to the speakers. I knew he was watching me, I could feel his presence even when he wasn't physically in the room.

"The anatomy of a woman is something I am fond of. The personality of a woman, however, not so much. I hate most women, I simply utilise them to fuel the fire in my loins. This is a different type of fire though; Cynthia is like a beautiful nightmare. When she entered the room, suddenly it felt as if I wasn't just living, I was fighting to survive. She's the dark voice in the woods. She's the torturing laughter at the circus. She's the shadow that follows your every move. She's the devilish silhouette you imagine to lurk in the dark. She's... She's gone but she's everywhere. I can't run from her because... because it's all in my head.", he exhaled through the speaker, gathering his next set of taunting words. I sat speechless, starting to feel the pain of the chains grinding into my skin.

"People call me insane... a fantasist, a physco...", he began. "It's because you fucking are!", I yelled out of rage. "Just listen to me", he spoke calmly and scarcely creepily. "Why should I?! You are holding the people I love's lives at stake; you are holding mine too! You are a fucking narcotic, impulsive, bastard. You fucking wait till I get out of these chains and watch you suffer just like I am!", I practically roared. "Jason, I'm afraid I'm going to have to do this if you do not calm down...", he resumed to his creepy manner. I stayed silent, my chest heaving up and thrashing back down in to my organs, my breath hitched and my ankles and wrists pouring with blood.

A gunshot was fired into the room, making my whole body jump. The chains rattled against the floor as I moved in angst. The bullet ricocheted off of the walls and floors; my eyes followed its every move as beads of sweat dropped from my forehead. Bullet came to a stand still in the left hand corner of the room. I remained unharmed by it physically, but mentally, that was not the case. I was still shaking from the blast of the bullet and could still here it ringing in my ears.

"Jason, I want to let you know that there will be a price to pay for the theft of my most fortuned possession", Bryan's tone was spine-chilling. "Wh...what the fuck do you mean?", I queried; completely terrified of what was going to be said next.

Bryan chuckle harrowingly, "The demon cries, the devil lies. Upon her soul hell was cast, come dusk tomorrow she'll be dead at last..."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Sorry for the late update everyone, I've just started back at college and have a ton of coursework. I'm so sorry! I'll try and make posting regular as it was x

The saying at the very end about the demon crying etc, was something I literally just came up with and to be honest I'm quite proud of it. I usually suck at rhyming things so this was a first!