Life's Fear

Chapter Eleven

"I've got room for another one if you need somewhere to sleep," Jason called out, though somehow still keeping quiet at the same time. I guess a lack of noise surrounding us didn't at all hinder that.

At least I didn't have to worry about him waking anyone up inside, but Jesus Christ, I really wish he wasn't the only option I had right now. Because there was no way I could call someone from inside and ask them to unlock the door for me because they'd ask questions and I'd be under surveillance from my parents afterwards and I wouldn't ever be able to just sneak out if I needed some space or wanted to use my camera. Nothing stayed concealed in my family. If one sibling knew something, we'd all know by the end of the day

Jason, smirk lingering, opened his arms wide as if to shrug nonchalantly but beckon me closer.

Groaning, I let go of the handle and trudged back towards Jason. He said nothing, though his smirk lingered in a pout as we ambled away from my house – with one last glance back at it – and towards wherever he resided, I presumed. It was nagging at the back of my head to whom was awake and locked me out. Barely anyone ever woke up in the middle of the night... and for them to suddenly realise that the door was unlocked? That was one hell of a coincidence.

"Are we going to your house?" I asked once the silence was proving too overwhelming when it was leaving me to my own thoughts and theories on who woke up and checked if the door was locked. It could have been either of my parents, but would they not wonder why the door was unlocked? They know to lock it at night. Just as long as no one went searching for any missing siblings, I'm sure I would be fine with leaving the house for the night, though I have never actually done this before.

"Where else would we be going?" he remarked, turning slightly to see me as if my question completely flummoxed him... or just the stupidity of the question.

"Well," I breathed, "you could be taking me to some secret warehouse to bound and gag me to keep me captive. I don't know how it works, and nor do I know what goes on in your mind."

"You don't want to know what happens in my head," Jason said bluntly. "Minds are dark places sometimes for people. For me, I'd think so. For you, on the other hand," he began, casting a side glance at me, "I wouldn't say the same."

"Why not?"

Jason shrugged. "You don't seem the type of person who wants to hide away from your mind. I'd say the opposite. I'd say you embrace your thoughts. I can't do that. I don't like it."

"This is the most you've spoken to me."

"I can go back to being quiet if you would prefer."

I said nothing.

Did I want Jason to go back to being quiet? I suppose it would have made it all weird and him more intimidating again. In fact, I hadn't felt intimidated by him since I got locked out. Sure, his notion on thoughts that were your foe were slightly bizarre – albeit, truthful, but bizarre – and obviously came from a more profound understanding of them, but I didn't want him quiet. A part of me, honestly, wanted him to keep spilling his secrets. This was something to know him more by. It might assist me in having some sort of indication of why he feels the inclination to deface aspects out of town.

"So yes," he continued, "we're going back to my house. My mum won't be home. She spends her nights... somewhere else." If his gait was a little looser and more relaxed, I was positive he would have waved his hand dismissively like a confident person would. Jason, on the opposite hand – no pun intended – kept his arms stiffly by his side. It was difficult to describe Jason's movements because you wanted to explain it as one thing, but as something else too which would completely negate the first explanation.