Fatal Impressions (Book 2)

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter 15

I woke with a groggy mind, the edges of my vision remained a blurry darkness as they readjusted to the white ceiling of my bedroom. I felt Jason's presences before I saw him, it was strange but I didn't feel the natural euphoric feeling that usually pulsated through my body when he was around, instead for the first time I had met him he felt more like a hindrances.

There had been this nagging sensation pinching me in the back of my mind for the last couple of weeks feeling like something was holding me back, I would of never of guessed that something could have been Jason.

I moved my head ever so slightly so I could see him in the corner of my eye, he sat across from me in my bedroom chair, slouched over and his head in his hands. He obviously hadn't realized I was awake and I wasn't sure if I wanted to alert him just yet.

The weight of my body was enough to remind me of what I had done, it felt impossible to lift my pinkie finger let alone my body, using as much power as I did must of taken all of my energy. I thought about what I had said, what Lucas and John had said and especially what Jason had said. I can admit that I overreacted, I had no idea that I had so much power stored inside of me but what I said I meant and I wasn't going to back down on that.

Jason and Lucas had been smothering me in overprotection and me not wanting to start a fight let them get away with it. I knew Jason had gone through a lot with my capture, I knew that this had made him fearful of our surroundings. I had the same fear as Jason, I was scared of every twig that I heard break, I was scared of being alone for long periods of time and I was scared to have my eyes closed for too long, scared that I would see the face that has haunted every one of my dreams for the last three months.

But unlike Jason I didn't let my fears rule my life, my life wouldn't be worth living if I lived it in fear.

"Sarah?" I heard Jason's exhausted voice. With all my strength I managed to turn my head so now we were facing each other. His eyes were red and blotchy, dark circles were imprinted under his eyes and his luscious hair that is usually so naturally beautiful was now dishevelled and greasy. He sniffed back his tears and straightened himself up in the chair and looked directly at me with sorrowful eyes.

We stared at each other in silence until Jason dropped his head and started crying. "Sarah, I don't know what say - I - I I'm so sorry, I feel like I'm constantly screwing things up and I don't mean to" He paused and looked up at me. "I don't mean to" Every word he said pulled at each of my heart strings, my chest ached at the pain I had cause him but I knew that if consoled him I would fall at his words and as selfish as it sounded I couldn't console him, not until I had at least said what I needed to say.

"I know you're scared Jason" He seemed shocked by what I said although we both knew it was true. "And I know that everything that you do is because you love me, but I can't live like this anymore" He stood up from the chair slowly and walked over to me, he stayed standing up looking down at me, lips trembling.

"What are you trying to say?" He asked with a broken voice.

"I'm saying that you have to let me live Jason. What happened three months ago was terrible and I'm not sure that I will ever get over it fully but I know that I can't let it consume me and each time you send your wolves to escort me anywhere or tell me I can't do something because you deem it unsafe is a reminder of how weak I felt when I was locked away in - in that house" A cold shiver was sent throughout my body, the very same shiver like when Vincent use to touch me.

Jason looked away blinking away the tears he thought I hadn't seen, I pushed my heavy arm up so I could entwine our hands and I watched as his jaw tensed at my touch. I could feel my body become lighter and the exhaustion seemed to disappear with each second our skin was touching.