Toxic Love ↭ Jason McCann

Chapter 42: Gasoline and Matches

Chapter 42: Gasoline and Matches

(By the way this is not the ending chapter)

Jason’s P.O.V

“Alright, babe, please stop being mad at me?” I asked, walking towards Carter. She sighed. “It’s fine Jason, just stop being a dick.” She scolded. I raised my hands in surrender. “Okay, okay.”

There was a knock at the door and I kissed Carter’s cheek before walking away. Who the hell is here? Probably Manuel or the pilot.

My hand reached for the knob and my adrenaline was rushing. I have no idea why I’m so worked up, but it’s probably just my imagination teasing me because I’ve been so bored lately.

I opened the door slowly and peeked my head out. Before I knew it, I felt something hit me in the side of the head hard. Everything became blurry and I could only feel my body fall to the ground. I heard slight chuckling in the background and a husky voice mutter, “Tie him up.” And then I was out cold.

Carter’s P.O.V

I sat in the reading room with my eyes scanning the pages, absorbing all of the perfection. I was reading Looking for Alaska, by John Green. It was definitely a page-turner and I had a hard time taking my attention off of the book, which annoyed Jason severely. Jason says, “Why take your time reading a stupid love story, when you got me. I can give you what you want.”

I just laugh at his stupidity. I’ll let him think what he wants, but I know that Jason isn’t the most romantic person ever. I mean, look at him; he gave me a bouquet of semi-dead flowers whenever we were on a picnic a long time ago. Although, I do appreciate his sweet gestures, he isn’t that good at them. But, he tries for me, and that makes me a happy girl. I may act like a bitch towards him sometimes, but I do love him so, so much.

My eyebrows furrowed together as I realized that Jason hasn’t been back yet and he left to open the door ten minutes ago. Wow, time really flies when you’re reading a John Green book. I closed the book while standing up from the couch. “Jason.” I called out, walking out of the door.

I made my way down the hallway and I saw the door there. It was wide open and the wind was coming in. Something isn’t right here…

“Jason?” I called out again, closing the door. Where the fuck is he? There is nowhere for him to go on this island and I doubt that he left this house anyway. Ugh, where could he be?

I heard some mumbling, but I have no idea where it’s coming from. I could hear Karma’s bell jingling and his little footsteps on the marble floor, but that wasn’t what I was hearing. Karma trotted over to me and stood next to my feet. He began to lick between my toes. I kneeled down next to him and ran my fingernails through his scalp. “Shh buddy, we got to find daddy.” I cooed.

I heard more mumbling and I scooped Karma up in my arms.

After walking throughout the entire house I had finally heard where the mumbling was coming from, I pushed past the dining room doors.

I was shocked at what I’m seeing. Tears filled my eyes, but I was too shocked to move or do anything for that matter. There Jason was, tied up to one of the chairs with bruises covering his face. Blood dripped from his forehead and the corner of his lips. Johnson stood there with a wide grin on his face and I could feel someone’s arms wrap around my hips. They pulled me into their chest. I started to kick and scream while the man held me in his tight grip. “Put her to sleep.” Johnson demanded. I felt something sharp penetrate my neck and a cool liquid shot through my veins. I felt woozy and I immediately dropped to the ground.

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*Hours Later*

My eyes snapped open and I tried to move, but I couldn’t. My arms and legs were tied down to the chair, restricting me from moving or doing anything. Jason sat across from me, he looked scared, but I don’t blame him.

A million questions buzzed through my head as I thought about the events that just occurred. How the hell did they find us? What do they want from us? Why do they want us to suffer so badly? And what did I do to deserve this?

“Jason.” I whispered hoarsely, my throat was completely dry. His eyes snapped to me while sitting there with worry in his eyes. “What baby?” He croaked out, and I could feel my eyes glaze over. “Are we going to be okay?” I asked. I felt like kicking, screaming, and crying, but that’d only make everything worse.

“Baby, I think you forgot who I am. I am Jason McCann, and I promise that everything will be alright.” He stated. I couldn’t help but smile, he makes me so happy even at moments like this. “Hey, you just quoted Justin Bieber.”

“I know, I know. You start to learn a lot about the guy whenever your girlfriend is a crazy ass belieber.” A smile broke out on my face again, but it immediately faded when I heard the door swing open. “Alright guys, here’s the plan: We kill you and then we move on with our lives. Does that sound good to you? Ha, of course it doesn’t, but I don’t give a shit.”

I turned my head around to see Johnson standing there with a match in his hand and gasoline in his other hand. My eyes started to water again and my hands shook. Jason scoffed and let out a laugh. How could he be laughing at a moment like this? “Laugh all you want McCann, but today is the day you and your ‘beloved’ girlfriend die.” Johnson smirked. “Chaz and Ryan get your dirty asses in here!” He yelled.

CHAZ AND RYAN?!

They walked in with huge smirks on their faces and Johnson handed Ryan the Gasoline and Chaz the match. “Ryan go drown this house in Gas and then I want you, Chaz, to light this place on fire. We’ll leave after that.” Johnson said like it was nothing.

Chaz and Ryan chuckled in sync and they walked out. “It was nice knowing ya, McCann.” Johnson said, walking out of the room.

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It’s almost the ending. If you guys comment more then it motivates me to write, to be honest. Maybe if I get a lot of comments this chapter then I’ll add a few more chapter into this book before the ending. BYEBYE. Sorry that it was short J