Be Mine// JASON MCCANN Fanfic// Book 1//

chapter 10.

Warning: This book contains serious topics and language.  Don't feel pressured to read. 
Thank you all for everything.

Nova's pov

Dead silence.  That's all there is.  I'm still in the same spot I was last night.  I haven't moved, I haven't even slept.  I don't even know what to do at this point.   Jason hit me. It was out of pure anger too, I saw it in his eyes. It was like I was looking Carter in the eyes again. It was terrifying. I stand up and start walking around the room a little to stretch my legs out. All the fear that I was beginning to loose has come back. They're all criminals. They have no problem hurting people and I should've known that. I never should've expected any less.

A key was slid under the door last night which was to unlock the chains on my wrist. I struggled to get them off, but I did. My wrist are still red and messed up from being chained. The key must've been some sort of sympathy key. I saw Jason after he hit me. He had a face of regret.

The key doesn't make me feel any better though. I'm still stuck and in pain. On top of having to deal with me killing someone, now I have to be reminded of my past even more. I'm stuck in a bubble of these emotions and I can't escape. It's the worst feeling. I see the door knob start to twist and I freeze. I back up into the wall and see Grayson standing there.

"I heard what Jason did. Are you okay?" he said.

"yeah...fine" I said. He just looks to me then puts a water bottle on the ground and leaves. I'm surprised he even came in here. Just yesterday we got into a huge argument. I said things that I shouldn't have said. But then again I don't care at all because he deserves everything I said. I have to remember that these are the people who kidnapped me. They're not looking out for my best interest.

They just want power.

Jason's pov

I'm in my office right now thinking of last night. I hit her. I actually hit her. I don't know what took over me but I did it. I regret it. I don't regret much but this is up there.

This triggered a whole bunch of memories from when I was a teen. My dad used to hit my mother sometimes. He would get drunk and angry and take it out on her. I would always fight him off. It didn't happen all the time. My father was a good man. We were close, but when something went wrong with his gang he'd get mad. That led to drinking and then led to him doing bad things.

Eventually after they split up, I told myself I would never do that. I would never be like him. He got worse. Not just towards my mother but in general. He became violent. He had gang members kill all the time. He killed all the time. I started to grow apart from him. My mother moved away and my dad took me.

I also had a sister. She was like my best friend. When everything was going on in our family, we stuck by each other. We started taking sides though. She always took moms side. She was trained to be in the gang but always refused to do anything. Me on the other hand, I was my fathers right hand. I was his go to guy. When they split up my mom took my sister with her. I haven't seen them since. It's been 6 years. I don't know where they are or if they're even alive.

We all left on bad terms. My sister and I left hating each other. They hated my father and so did I, but I was stuck to stay with him. My mother didn't like my choices of being apart of the gang so it was easy for her to just leave me. Leave me with him. Eventually my father ended up getting killed. He was shot by the rivals old leader. Since then, I've taken over his role. I promised I wouldn't become like him but I broke my promise.