The Complicated Jason McCann [on hold]

Chapter 11 - "Choices"

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- JustinAusBieber

-Sophie-

My hand fumbled on the lining of my cardigan. I was nervous and I wasn’t one hundred percent sure I wanted to be here. But I was and that was that.

I nervously walked through the seemingly endless corridor. It wasn’t the prettiest place, but it felt somewhat...cosy. It was weird to say it about a place like this but I felt comforted here. Maybe because I was close to him again. I always felt safe around him, which is funny, considering he was a killer.

The ceiling was dripping slightly, I don’t know how or why but I didn’t exactly care. It began to smell damp as I got closer to the end of the corridor where an officer sat, tapping away on his computers keyboard. Maybe it was from all the rain we’d had this past week, this place wasn’t exactly brand new. Every place gets leaks, right?

My mind was beginning to ramble on. I didn’t know why I was so nervous; he was only my best friend. Who gets nervous when they’re seeing their best friend? Me, obviously.

I reached the desk and rested my arm on it, giving a small smile to the officer. He looked up at me and quirked an eyebrow.

“Back for McCann are we? I thought you had abandoned him.”

“Why would I do that?”

“You just look like you would make the smart choice,” he sighed. “Right this way.”

His hand rested on my upper back as he led be into another room. I shrugged him off; I really didn’t want him touching me, especially after the things he said about Jason.

He didn’t know him like I did, he was just a judging police officer. I didn’t fully understand Jason’s grudge towards them like he did. I never possibly could, but I did understand it a bit. They were a pain in the ass and their attitudes got on my nerves.

“I know the way officer, I can take it from here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very.”

I really didn’t want to continue my walk to Jason’s cell with him. He made me feel uncomfortable and mad. The way he looks at me when he sees I care about Jason. Like he’s trying to hold in laughter and failing miserably.

I waited by the door to Jason’s section where another police officer, the same as the last time I visited, pressed a button to open it. It was a quiet click and I opened the door silently, the only other noise was Jason’s breathing. It was steady and it was even.

Was he asleep?

I shut the door behind me and stepped forward to the cell. Jason was asleep on the uncomfortable looking mattress, looking like a peaceful angel. That was a weird way of describing him but for once that’s how he looked. He looked almost...innocent.

His brown locks weren’t in place like they normally were. His eyelids closed, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

I wanted to be in there, I wanted to be sleeping in his arms. I still hadn’t made up my mind about Jason and Daniel. I needed to be friends with Jason again though, I missed him too much. Maybe that will help me make up my mind.

All of a sudden I hiccupped. Quite loudly actually, considering Jason began to move slightly. I hiccupped again and his eyes fluttered open. Another hiccup he jumped up, widening his eyes. I hiccupped again and he said my name, wondering if I was really there.