Kidnapped Love; Jason McCann love story.

Chapter 25.

J:" What's your plan?"

R:" I'm still working on it."

J:" She bailed me out of jail. She's wanted by police now. Our original plan is ruined but we can still use her. She can do things for us!"

R:" Yeah.. Yeah, we'll make her do anything..."

J:" You're not gonna like, really hurt her bad?"

R:" What?"

J:" I mean um... When are you gonna kill her?"

R:" Soon. Don't worry, we won't hold this one for too long."

I could hear them on the other side of the wall, talking about me, outside.

I was still laying there. Clothes covered in dust & dirt.  I heard a bump on the wall. Jason cussed under his breath. A few silent moments passed before the sound of a car pulling away came. Jason waited a few seconds before entering the shed. He had his head down, he was gently rubbing his eye. He walked passed me, taking a double take at me. He moved his hand and dropped them both in his pockets. His right eye was bruised. Ralph must of hit him. He looked hurt, Small and not the tough Jason McCann.

M:" Why do you listen to him?"

J:" What?!"

M:" He's not nice to you Jason."

J:" Shut up Monica, you don't know anything."

M:" You're right."

He looked at me confused. We were both stubborn as a stub but i couldn't fight with him anymore. He looked at me, a pained expression on his face. Signs of regret. He knelt down infront of me, looking at the rags on my hands, feet and around my neck. He sighed and started to untie the ones on my feet. I noticed his eyebrows were frowned as i tried to look into his eyes.  He chucked the rag to the side and grabbed my arm, pulling my back towards him, and i twisted my shoulder to make it easier for him to untie my hands. The contact of his skin on mine... I missed the Jason I thought I knew. His touch. His eyes. His hair. 

M:" You didn't mean what you said."

J:" Uh, yeah I did." He had a smile on his face. He was trying to convince himself he didn't care about me. But i knew that he did, somewhere. deep down.

M:" Jason please!"

J:" STOP, Monica! I can't help it, this is who I am-"

M:" Then change! You don't have to be like this! I don't care if the Jason I thought I knew was a lie, i've seen a different side to you! A good side! You can do it!"

J:" No! You don't know anything! You don't know what you're talking about!"

We were now both standing up, face to face.

M:" Jason why can't you listen to me! Why do you think I want to help you? Didn't you feel some kind of connection to me?!"

J:" I don't know what you're talking abou-"

M:" Yes you do! Jason I am different! I am here because I wanted to help you! I am here because I want to help you!"

J:" You're here because we want to kill you!"

M:" No you don't Jason! You've kept me alive because there is something about me you can't ignore! Why are you fighting this?!"

He rammed me up against the wall, holding me up by my arms, trapping me against his body and the wall.

J:" I DON'T KNOW! This wasn't supposed to happen! The point in kidnapping is to toy with the cops, you changed the game-"

M:" No I haven't! You made me rob that diner! you let me rescue you! You were the one that changed the game!

He moaned furiously and dropped me down onto the floor again. I stumbled to land on my feet as he walked away from me. He kicked over one of the boxes, playing cards flickered into the air and he threw himself into a chair. I brushed myself down, before walking over to him. I knew he didn't want to talk but I couldn't end it there.

M:" My dad... He used to beat me." My voice was calm.

Jason turned and looked at me. He wasn't the best at empathysing.

M:" He hurt my mom too. We used to live in Texas and one day my mom packed our stuff when he was away on a business trip. We didn't have much money so we'd steal from shops that were on the way to Vegas, to start a new life. We had to change our names to stay safe." 

Tears again. They dropped down my face before I realised I was crying. I stood there, vulnerable. I didn't take notice as Jason stood up and wrapped his arms around me, placing his chin on top of my head. I buried my head letting my tears sink into his shirt. 

M:" I was so scared! I was only 4 years old!" I couldn't speak, I got hiccups.

J:" It's okay"

M:" Jason I just wanted to help you!"

J:" Why? This is a horrible, dangerous life."

M:" I want to help 'you'. I want to be with you. Protecting you!"

He stroked my hair and stroked my back. I felt him lift his hand to his face and he sniffed. Was he crying? I broke out from his arms and looked up at him. He shook his head. 

J:" You deserve everything you want Monica. You a good person and shouldn't be caught up in this."

I touched his face with my hand and stroked his cheek with my thumb. I leaned into him, reaching up to his lips on my tip toes. I slowly placed mine on his. It felt so good to kiss them again. I kissed him slowly as he stood there. I kissed him again, trying to convince him to let me in. To let me help him. To let me on his side. I stopped and looked into his eyes.

M:" I want to be a criminal with you."