DISCONTINUED❤️FOREVER MINE » JASON MCCANN

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I s a b e l l a

"Why do you have to be so stubborn, Angel." Jason stated. The doctors told me that I had a fast recovery , and that I could go home. Thank god. I hated hospitals. They scared me.

Jason was trying to make me go into his van, but I wouldn't. I couldn't. I needed to find a way to get home. "I'm not going in there." I pointed towards the back of the van.

He forcefully pulled me in, dragging me to a seat next to him. "Stop!" I yelled.

I was now sitting with six other men. I quickly sat up, closing my legs shut. I didn't feel comfortable around so many guys. Some of them looked like they were going to eat me alive. One of them caught my attention. He had dark brown hair, with blue eyes, and tanned skin. We made eye contact, and I quickly turned the other way.

"Nothing to be afraid of babe, I don't bite." He chuckled. Jason gave him a cold stare. I could tell he was mad, but I didn't care.
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Zayn told me that I had nothing to worry about, but I felt uncomfortable. I didn't know anything about the people around me; I didn't even know their names.

A few hours had past, and no one said anything. The car ride was silent. The only noise that was audible was the radio, but Jason turned it off. "Here, put this around your eyes." Jason told me, handing me a red bandana. "W-why?" I questioned him. Were they going to hurt me then throw me out the van? "So you won't know how to get home from here." Jason explained. He was making this harder for me. I hesitantly wrapped the blindfold around my eyes. A lump formed in my throat, and I began to quietly sob. Why me? There were so many beautiful girls out there, yet he chose me. My life is ruined.

Jason McCann ruined my life.

As I was crying, I slightly jumped up, feeling a presence tap me on my shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. It's just me, Zayn." The voice whispered in my right ear. I felt a bit more relaxed then before, knowing someone wasn't going to hurt me. "What's wrong?" Zayn asked. I can hear the worry in his voice. "I want to go home." I told him. Was it not obvious enough? A criminal claimed to love me, and kidnapped me. "Your life will be better here." He silently told me. "Zayn, what are you saying to Isabella?" A familiar voice asked. It was obviously Jason. No one around us really cared if we were talking or not. "I was just asking her if she was okay, since you're obviously not doing a good enough job." Zayn retorted. I couldn't see Jason, but I knew he was angry. I felt the air stiffen. I heard a gun reload, and I knew what was about to happen. "Jason, stop please!" I yelled out. He was going to shoot Zayn because he was helping me. How fucked up can a person be? "Why do you care? Do you like him!?" Jason questioned me, grabbing my wrist. "N-no." I told him. "He was just trying to help." I hissed. My head fell, and I began to cry again. Too many things were happening at once. "Angel, please don't cry." Jason said, caressing my cheek. As he rubbed my cheek, I felt a swirling tenseness in my stomach. Butterflies? It can't be. What the hell? Isabella, this man kidnapped you. Stop. "Jason s-stop." I told him. He removed his hand from my cheek, whispering something to Zayn. I knew it was Zayn because, I heard Jason silently say his name."Jason, we're here." One of Jason's gang members said.
I slowly felt the blindfold being removed from my face. I blinked a few times so I could adjust to the light.

I looked out the window, and saw a big mansion down the street. What the fuck? This was huge. I never even imagined living in a house this big. This was nine times bigger than my house. The driver stopped the van in front of a gate, typing in some kind of code. I tried to get a better look at the numbers he typed, but Jason was staring in my direction. The gate began to open, and as we drove towards the house, I could see everything much clearer. There were three garages, a tennis court, and a pool the size of my neighbourhood.

Thousands of people could live in this house, yet there were only a few people living here. I couldn't stay here. Not while my mom was home struggling to put food on the table. This wasn't fair, Jason had no right to take me away from my life. He was going to pay for this. Someone would find me. My friends and family would look for me, and find me. they cared for me.

It's been three days though...

No Isabella, they will. They will look for you, and they will find you and bring you home safely.