DISCONTINUED❤️FOREVER MINE » JASON MCCANN

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I s a b e l l a

"Okay hun, this is your room." Gigi told me. Gigi was Zayn's girlfriend. We met after the incident with Zach. "Thank you." I whispered. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me. My room is on the floor above yours." She smiled at me. I tried to smile back, but I couldn't. I haven't smiled since the day Jason took me. As she walked out my room, I couldn't help but call her. I needed to know if Zach would be okay. "G-Gigi?" I hesitantly called. She turned around with a worried expression. "Yeah? What's wrong?" She placed her hand on my shoulder. "Is Zach going to be okay?" I asked. I was scared. What if he was seriously injured? He couldn't die because of me. Gigi sighed. "He's a strong guy. Don't worry, he'll be fine." She reassured me. "I just can't help but think this is all my fault." I clenched my fist. I couldn't forgive myself for this. Not until I knew he was okay. "It wasn't your fault. It was Jasons. If he hadn't threw his pills out, this wouldn't have happened." She explained.

Pills?

"What kind of pills?" I asked. She looked at me as if something were wrong. "Jason hasn't told you? He's bipolar. He needs to take these abilify meds to control his emotions." She told me.

Bipolar?

**Flashback**

"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.

**End of flashback**

"Why did he stop taking his pills?" I asked. I wasn't interested in Jason, but I wanted to know. "I'm not sure. you need to ask him yourself." She explained. She walked out of my room towards the elevator.

Sigh

I walked towards the bathroom, stripping my clothes off. As I walked past the mirror, I noticed my reflection. I looked terrible. The dark bags under my eyes were noticeable, and my skin was pale. I lost a lot of weight too. I felt my body tremble. I looked absolutely sick. I never thought I would ever look like this. "I look like a mess." I whispered. I covered my mouth with my hand, and began to sob. How could this happen to me? Did god really hate me this much?

J a s o n

I was becoming a monster. Or maybe I was one all along. I almost killed Isabella. The girl I fucking loved. She wouldn't ever forgive me for this. I ran my hand through my hair as I thought about Isabella and I's future. I never imagined it to be like this. I thought she would love me, not hate me. As I tried to think everything out, I heard a knock at my door. I heard the door creek open. "Jason." A familiar voice called. It was Zayn. He looked mad as fuck. "What the hell Jason? What the fuck happened out there. Are you crazy? You almost killed your girl!" Zayn yelled at me. I felt sick. "She's fine. I didn't kill her." I retorted. I couldn't help but feel bad. Zach was hurt because of me. He could've died. He was one of my best gang members. "You almost did. What would've happened if Zach didn't run in front of Isabella? Huh? She would've been hurt because of you. She could've even die—" I cut him off. He didn't have to remind me. "I know! Ok? I didn't know that would happen.." I explained. Anger was building up in me now. I was angry at myself. I punched the wall, feeling a sharp pain through my fist. I was surprised when I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away.  I was a coward. A fucking coward. "Listen man, if you want Isabella to fall in love with you, or at least respect you, you can't treat her this way. You need to be able to control your anger around her because, she may not seem scared, but you know she really is deep down. You don't want her to be scared of you." He explained. I didn't. I wanted her to love me. I wanted to give her the love that she deserved for all these years.

Not knowing what to say after Zayn's little speech, I walked towards Isabella's room assuming she would be in there, and knocked on the door. I needed to see her. "Angel?" I called out. No answer. I slowly opened the door to the room. She wasn't anywhere to be seen. I looked to my left to see the bathroom door closed. She was probably in there. I walked towards the door, contemplating wether or not I should knock.

As I was distracted by my thoughts, I didn't noticed the quiet sobs. Oh no. Please don't cry baby. "Angel?" I called, knocking the door twice. She didn't answer. "Ang—" I was about to call her again, but the bathroom door swung opened. There Isabella was, standing in front of me. She had a Victoria's Secret robe loosely on her. She looked absolutely breathtaking. She walked past me towards her bed. "I just wanted to say, I'm sorry for everything that happened. I don't usually apologize to people, but I was way out of line." I told her. If I wanted her to trust me, I had to be able to take the blame for things.

"Are you okay? Are you hungry or anything?" I asked. I don't remember the last time she's eaten since she's been here. She's lost a lot of weight, and she looked pale. She was still beautifuler than ever of course. "I'm fine." She responded. I knew she was hungry. She hasn't eaten for two days.

"Please eat something, I know you're hungry." I pleaded. She looked tired. She was laying on the bed with a magazine in her hand, flipping through it. I knew Isabella loved fashion related things. Since her mother couldn't afford much, she never had the money to buy clothes when she wanted to. Luckily, I had followed her into TopShop one day to see what kind of clothes she liked, and ended up buying out the whole store for her. I couldn't send the clothes to her house; that would seem too suspicious. So I had Gigi and Bella organize them in her closet. "No, I'm not hungry." Isabella finally spoke up. I guess I would have to bring the food to her. "I'll be right back." I told her. As I walked out of her room, I heard her mumble something under her breath that made my heart ache. 'Please don't'.

I walked into the kitchen, grabbing her favourite thing to eat. Mac' and Cheese. She loved it. She would always eat it when she was really hungry because, it only took a few minutes to make.

After I was done perfecting the dish, I grabbed a water bottle, and walked back to Isabella's room. I walked into her room, but I didn't see her on the bed. I began to panic, till I heard a noise to my right. Isabella was looking through her closet. I could almost see a slight smile on her face. I set her food on the dresser beside her bed, and walked towards her. I didn't realize that I had frightened her, until I saw her jump up. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." I told her. "It's okay." She said. She finally said something to me without any anger in her tone. I walked out of the closet. This relationship would take some time. I wasn't patient, but I had to be.

"I almost forgot. I left you food on your dresser. You need to eat something Isabella." I motioned for her to walk back over to the bed. She sat on her bed, staring at the food. She probably thought I poisoned it. "Nothings wrong with the food." I told her chuckling a little. She was just too cute. Yeah she didn't like me, but that wouldn't stop me from loving her. "Thank you." She muttered, not making eye contact with me.

As I was about to walk out of her room, I heard her say my name."J-Jason?" She called. Fuck. She sounded like an angel sent from heaven. "Yes, Angel?" I turned around, sitting on the edge of her bed. I had hope in my eyes. "Why did you stop taking your pills?" She asked.

I felt a lump in my throat. Who fucking told her my business? She had no right to know. "Who told you?" I asked her. At this point, I felt embarrassed. What would she think of me?

I guess since she didn't think highly of me anyway, it didn't really matter. "Gigi. She was only trying to help, Jason." Isabella sighed. How was she helping? By telling Isabella things about me that I wanted to tell her myself. When I was ready?

"I don't need them." I Informed her. I didn't. They were only making me worst. "Jason, you were prescribed the pills for a reason. You need to take them for your sake." She explained. Why was she trying to help me? She didn't even care. "You need to eat then rest." I said. I got off her bed, and walked to the door. "Isabella?" I called. "Yes?" She looked at me confused. "I love you."