Wild One (A Jason McCann Love Story)

Chapter Ten: Nowhere To Run

Chapter 10: Nowhere To Run

I never thought I would see him in this way. The Jason I once knew. Angry. And hurt. But for some reason. I knew. I knew that I couldn't go back now.

Nothing could reverse what I did. But what was happening to him? He was sweating uncontrollably. Breathing hard. And not in the good way, either.

I never knew what he meant when he told me that he was a beast. Some type of monster. In and out.

"Amia... Amia..." He groaned right before his breathing became rigid. As if he was going to die. And the whole time... I stood there. Stood there and cried. As if there was absolutely nothing I could do to change it. Reverse the pain. Whatever it was.

The way he said my name. The lust in his eyes when the word hit his lips. His tongue. Even the way he once kissed me. It gave all of his feelings away.

More then life itself. As if he didn't care about his life. As if he thought his life was garbage. Something to throw away. Or feed to the dogs.

I dropped to my knees slowly. Kneeling down next to Jason. Trying to calm him with the sound of my voice. Anything. Just words.

"Please... Jason. You can't leave me! I need you. Don't leave me!" I pleaded with him. As if he had some control over what was happening with him at this fragile moment in time. This indescribable moment. I just couldn't bare to imagine what torture he was going through. As if all the happiness he ever felt was dissapearing.

As if something worse then death was coursing through his cursed veins.

Something even my father had never seen.

Something that he could never ever see.

And all that Jason did was fight to breath. While I was doing just fine breathing on my own. Why did this have to happen to him? Why not me?

The darkness filled the empty room. Shined through the open window. Reflected off the broken glass, smashed on the carpet. I rested my hand behind me, so I could try to hold myself up on solid ground.

The tears in my eyes became bigger then ever before as I leaned back down toward him. Jason.

There was a certain sob in my voice. A saddness.

"Jason. Please." I pleaded once more. Trying to hold on. To him. To everything. The pain. The pleasure. The love. The hurt. That smile. I closed my eyes as I tucked my fingers into the locks of his hair. Sweat through. I licked my lips slowly.

"I love you." I whispered underneath my sobs. Trying to gain control in myself. My emotions. And I barely knew this boy. But I couldn't simply control my feelings toward him.

Just as my heart began to sink deeply into my chest. I lifted my head. And Jason let out a hard cough. Almost like he was clearing his throat.

I looked up into his eyes now. They weren't just a hipnotizing hazle anymore. They had evolved. Into something greater. A mesmerizing golden-brown.

And all it did was draw me in more.

And I could feel it all.

But that was the thing.

That one thing that I would just never get to control.

I just couldn't.

I loved him.

"You shouldn't."

...

My body was frozen when I awoke with a start. I was somehow nervous and scared. But my mind was still so calm. How could I be so calm? About this especcially

But how was anything like that possible?

I needed Jason.

I needed him now. I haven't seen him in three days. And that was just enough to drive me completely mad.

Something drew me to him. But that same thing in me wanted to rip me, just as easy, away from him. As if he really spoke the truth those days ago.

A monster?

No.

But how could I deny what was right in front of my eyes. Everything was pointing to it. He had that vibe. That certain edge when he touched me. Trouble.

But monster?

I turned over on the other side of my bed, settling myself comfortably on the messy sheets. I set my heavy head on top of my arm. Letting it rest. And I let myself sink into Mg thoughts once more.

I wouldn't believe it.

Not for a second.

...

Jason. You know. You have been in this place before. The same feeling. The same sweat dripping down my forehead. The same burn in your chest. The same rush.

I was running. Running from the law. Trying my best to avoid my fate. Hopefully I could change it. Be let off with a warning.

But how do you get spot with a gun and just get away with it?

Simple.

You usually didn't.

I ran my best. Faster and faster and faster. And I could feel my heart nearly coming to a stop. I thought that at one point I would just stop.

But no.

I just kept on running. Running from my fate. Running from the idiots that call themselves 'Police.' As if. I would be the best damn cop you ever seen.

But no.

I was the one to be chased.

I guess I wouldn't be feeling this pressure if I just stayed with Amia and didn't run that night. She touched me. In some way I had never been touched before. It was different.

Amia was different.

But where was I even going? I had no where to run. No where to go. A homeless monster. Not to mention soulless.

But I couldn't. I couldn't go any longer. I must have been running for a half hour straight. My legs couldn't take me any further past the flashing lights and alarms from the cars. Nothing. There was nothing I could do at this point.

I was hungry and weak. And as the alarms grew closer, ringing in my ears, I dropped to the ground. Pressing my knees carelessly to the pavement.

After all... nothing.

My vision was beggining to blur.

I could see black blobs. The blobs of them.

The smell of blood filled my nose as I cringed back.

My blood.

I must have bit my tongue on the way down.

My body was going numb. Like I could no longer breath. Think. Live. But I had to tell them. There was only one place that I could go. And it was the only place that I had spent three days trying my best to avoid.

I cracked my lips open one last time. Hoping that the idiot with the cuffs would hear me out before he threw me away into jail. I gathered my last breath. The only thing I could do. Beside nothing.

"Take me to her."