Kidnapped Love; Jason McCann love story.

Chapter 27.

About half an hour had passed and Jason's cries had calmed down. I had my back against the wall, looking up to the ceiling, as I rested my arms on my knees. I let a couple of tears fall. Seeing Jason in that much pain felt like a punch in the stomach. A knife in my lungs. Ralphs voice would interrupt the silence a couple of times by telling Jason to shut up but he didn't listen. He needed to get everything out, the police had gone too far this time.

J:" We will kill them."

R:" I know. But not now. We need to start making our way to pheonix."

J:" Later."

R:" Now Jason."

J:"LATER!"

R:" Don't you dare shout at me boy." 

My mind started to wonder back to all the bad things I did since I met Jason. The satisfying feeling when the man fell down after I shot him. How the security guard jolted to his knees when I dug the knife into his stomach... What was happening to me?! I felt a rush of adrenaline swimming through my veins with my blood. I was thirsty for blood. NO. I couldn't think like that.

R:" We are leaving tomorrow morning."

His voice cut through the flashbacks. I zoned back into the moment. Ralph slammed the door open as he stomped in. Before I could do anything, he had snatched my elbow pulling me up towards his face. My feet struggled to keep me up. 

R:" Say goodbye to your lover boy. Tomorrow is your last day." 

He threw me out of the back door. The side of my body skidded across the sand, spuing dust around me. My skin grazed across my ribs as my shirt road up. I winced, clutching my side with my hand. I looked up through the tears forming in my eyes, I saw Jason on the floor, his head in his knees. The pain from my ribs faded when I remembered Alex. A cut doesn't compare to what Jason is going through right now. I just wanted to hold him. 

I lifted myself up, pulling down my shirt and brushing the sand off my jeans. I shuffled a few steps closer to him. I didn't want to disturb him, or aggrevate him even more. I heard my sniff. He was still shedding a few tears. My stomach tightened and it felt like I was punched in the heart. I took a couple more steps and I was standing over him, my shadow covering him. 

J:" This wasn't supposed to happen."

His vice was muffled. Blocked by his arms.

M:" What are you talking about?"

J:" Why did they have to kill him?! Why not me?!"

His head shot up to glare atme. His eye puffy, red and sore. I didn't know what to say. I squeezed my eyes shut to keep the tears from breaking free. I shook my head. I didn't know.

He looked back down and scrunched his hair with both hands. All that was heard was the wind. I didn't know what to say. I knew the police were responsible but for some reason I felt like all this was his fault. If I never met Jason, his brother would still be here. But I didn't feel like I was the only one to blame. All Ralph did was treat Jason with dirt and Jason would just brush it off and continue to follow his footsteps. I was sick of it. 

M:" Come inside Jason." 

He ignored me. Scrunching his sleeves with his arms crossed, resting them on his knees.

M:" Jason get up."

At this point I was terrified I might have cut the wrong wire. But he didn't flinch. He didn't lash out on me telling him what to do. He was taking Alex's death hard and it worried me. All his life he's been killing people's loved ones. The taste of his own medicine hit him like a train.