Ruthless - Jason McCann ( Perilous Sequel )

Ch. 7 : "The house, they've done something to the house!"

*Ashton's P.O.V*

"Shooting? Seriously, well this should be fun" I smirk sarcastically trying to stir away the feeling of sickness. "Cm'on" he shrugs "What's the worst that could happen?" he grins, a dark shadow covering the upper half of his face, making him look mysterious and slightly intimidating.

I thought up of about 10 things at once that might happen and them all being pretty bad, the worst, me accidentally shooting him. Never in my life have I held a gun in my hand and known how to use it, they look devilish and just darn right nasty.

"Why are we going shooting anyway at about eleven at night?" I ask as I stare over at him in a squinted glare. "I want to get you trained up a bit" he licks his lips as he keeps his eyes fixed on the road, a thick vein pushing under his skin now and then when he turns the stirring wheel. His muscles protruding perfectly under his golden skin. I sigh "Why?" I almost whisper.

Unexpectedly he hears me "I want you to carry a gun around with you twenty four seven now, If one of those fuckers sneaks up on you, you can shoot them right in the fucking skull". I watch as the vein is his arm grows larger under the grip he is conflicting on the steering wheel.

I fiddle with my fingers until I hear his breath slow down. "I thought this was meant to be about us, not about them again" I try to hide my disappointment but it's useless. I look up at him in curiosity, he is chewing on the inside of his cheek. I wonder if he heard me at all, or if I had simply said it to myself, to my mind and not him.

He's obsessed with them, he's obsessed with killing them.

Still with no answer, I start to feel the anger develop under my skin. "Turn around" I say. He keeps driving forward, the radio beginning to torture my ears. "Turn around" I seeth louder, with still no reaction from Jason. The radio begins to ring in my eyes and become excruciatingly loud.

Freddi, the dicks in the restaurant. The man on the side of the road who I thought was helpless, the Immortals planning their next attack. My mom. My dad. "Turn the fucking car around right now and take me home!" I scream to the top of my lungs, as the car comes to a complete stop and all the vehicles behind us erupt into beeps and curses and horns.

Jason sucks in his bottom lip. his face pale and expression nauseated. He reverses the cars behind us out of the way and starts our journey back home. The silence on the drive back is calming and the radio is switched off, I open my window and feel the cool air rinse the heat out of my sizzling skin.

There was no way I was sleeping next to Jason tonight, not because of him but because of myself. I want to be alone, I want to hear my own breath on it's own like I use to at home. I need to think through what I can do to...to...make this mess go away. This obsession Jason has with the Immortals, I need it gone.

As we reach home, the sound of the stones on the driveway fizz my brain. Jason parks the car close to the porch and kills the engine. "I'm sorry" he whispers under his breath as he leans his arm on his armrest and rubs his chin. I glance over at him, he still looks completely sick. "You look ill" I say as I try to touch his face. "Please" he snaps but not too hastily, light enough for it not to hurt my feelings.

I nod and lick my lips as I get out of the car, I haul my jacket across myself and make my way up to porch. The guys car is gone. Maybe one of them went out for something? My stomach is tied into a million knots and my heart has sank into the deepest pit of my stomach. I look over my shoulder to see him lighting a roll up and unwinding the window. I quickly look back to the front door and go inside.

The place is spotless, looks like someones had a good clean. I smirk. Luckily none of the boys are around so I dash up stairs, still with the churning cramp in my stomach. Wondering into the spare, untouched bedroom, I peer out of the front window. Jason has his feet up on the dashboard with his arm hanging out of the unrolled window.

I lean my chin on my wrist as I watch from afar, perched on the windowsill, he must be smoking the w because I can make out a slant of laziness in his eyes and an easy smile appears as he lets the mist escape his mouth. I scratch my wrist in discomfort as I close the window, shutting off the night air from entering the bedroom.

That's when I hear it, silence. No one is home. No one at all. A rapid shiver runs down my spine and the pang in my stomach worsens to the point where I can't stand anymore. Something must have happened. For no one to be home, something serious must have happened.

Perhaps, maybe they were all sick of sitting in and got out as well. I shook away the deadly feeling and tried to think reasonably. They probably went out, got some drinks, met old friends. Whatever the guys do when they get stir crazy. Setting my mind at rest I slithered onto the bed and curled up into the covers.

*Jason's P.O.V*

What am I doing? I say to myself. What am I doing? I'm loosing it. I can't go out and treat my girl to a nice evening out, I can't make it about us anymore. This fucking shit, all this shit is messing me up. I'm on high alert all the time, my mind never has time to relax.

It's mind games, it's all mind games.

I let the dizziness control me, let it pour through everyone bone and breathe it out slowly. She hates me, she hates me tonight. I did a shitty thing. She shouldn't have to protect herself, I am what protects her. She doesn't need a gun, that's me being lazy and an asshole. I face palm myself and slouch back in the drivers seat.

I need to get out of here, let her be alone. Let her sleep tonight, let her rest without me reminding her of tonight. I start the car and make my way out of the driveway, Making a left turn I make it for out of town, there's a bar somewhere just on the outskirts.

Walking in, I take a seat up the bar and ask for the first drink that comes to mind. "You on the road on your own?" the bartender asks "Guess so" I mumble as I take a sip of my drink. On the outskirts, no one knows anyone and if they do, no one bothers to ask. That's why I like it here.

About thirty minutes later I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Looking at the caller ID with my vision blurred made my head spin even more, just making out an M I answered. "Hello?" I slur.

"Jason!" it was Seb "Are you at home?" his voice is riddled with panic. "No?" I say, my heartbeat beginning to race. "What is it?".

"The house, they've done something to the house!" he booms and I notice a sort of whimper in his voice. "Please!".

The house, I felt like i had forgotten something. left something be-...

Ashton. Ashton is still in the house.