Kidnapped By The Bad Boy Jason McCann

Fourteen / I'm your cousin.

Songs For This Chapter:

Busy Doin' Nothin' - Ace Wilder

Katherine's Point Of View

I was sitting in the room without Jason, because the boss talked with him. I was not alone, all the others were there too, but I didn't really pay any attention till them, before a boy came over to me.

I didn't know him, but he looked fine. "Hey, I'm Joey." He said smiling me. "And you are?.." he said smirking at me, like everyone else. "Katherine." I said.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He Winked at me.

"Thanks." I said cold.

He began coming closer to me, and whispered in my ear. "Where's Jason?"

"I don't know." I said, and tried to move away, but he moved closer "He walked with the old man, through that door." I said pointing at the door in the corner of the room.

"That's great.." he sounded like he actually didn't care. I felt his breath closer against my ear, if that's possible. "But it's sad that he isn't here to protect you sweetheart." He sneaked his hands around me, and before I could even react a boy came over and grabbed him by the neck. "Don't fucking lay a hand on her, prick." I didn't know the boy, but he looked familiar.

"Oh, the little protector. What's up?" He laughed at him. "Fuck of, Joey." He said pushing him away. He kept laughing and walked away slowly, and winked at me.

"Thank you." I said looking up at his face. He smiled at me and said "No problem sweetie, I will always help you. It's really a long time, no see." He said smiling brightly at me.

That is weird. I don't even know him. "I'm sorry, but who are you?" I asked feeling quite embarrassed. He looked confused and sad at the same time. "Oh, you don't remember me?" he asked with sadness in his voice. This is so confusing.

"No, I don't, sorry. Who are you?" I asked him. "I'm Jonas.." I still didn't have a clue. "I'm your cousin." What the hell? I don't have a cousin, my parents don't have any siblings. "I don't have a cousin." He looked confused at me.

Just when I said that, Jason walked out. He looked a little sad, but he walked quickly walked over to me. He grabbed my hand and said "Come on, we have to go." What is this all about?

We walked to the car. He opened the car door for me and almost pushed me inside the car. He sat inside the car myself, and started driving. He didn't even say anything. "What is this about?" I asked him quietly.

He didn't even look at me he just focused on the road "Nothing." He said. "Then why were you in such a hurry?" I asked him. I didn't want to make him angry, but I couldn't just ignore the fact, that he just grabbed me and basically running out with me, right after someone told me, he was my cousin.

"It was nothing, okay? Don't worry about it." he spat at me. "No, it wasn't 'nothing'. Will you please tell me?" I almost begged for an answer.

"No, I fucking don't. It was nothing, so now shut the fuck up." He said getting more and more frustrated. I just sat back and just tried really hard to think of a reason, why he wouldn't tell me.

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I walked inside and waited in front of the door, so Jason could lock it up. I stepped inside and walked straight to my room. I didn't want to talk to him right now, so I guess it would be best if I just walked away for an hour so he could chill.

"Where are you going?" he yelled at me so I could hear it. "I'm just going to my room, fucking chill." I said and kept walking.

"No you're not, and don't fucking talk to me like that." He tried so hard to calm himself, but it didn't work. "I haven't done anything to you, now can I please go to my fucking room, so you can calm down. I don't want to deal with your shit right now, so fuck off for a second please!"

"Don't you fucking talk to me like that!" he yelled and walked up the stairs. He took a tight grip around my waist and pulled me down. He held me tighter and sat me down on the chair. He let go of my wrist and took some water in a glass. "Why the hell do I have to be here?" I asked still don't get why I don't can be in my own room.

"I have a feeling that you might try to escape again. Now can you just be quiet for a while?" It didn't even feel like a question, he just wanted me to shut up.

"No, I don't want to. Why do you have to be like that all the time? You are fucking bipolar. First you are sweet to me, and next you tell me to shut up. You run away from a meeting, and you won't even say why. And the fact that you get mad because I talk with guys is fucking annoying. Don't you fucking get why I get a little pissed sometimes?!" I yelled at him.

He threw the glass with water onto the wall. It broke into probably a million pieces. I didn't expect him to get that angry. He looked so furious and he walked over to me, and made me stand up.

His face were a few inches away from me "Maybe I don't want you to know why all of this happens, and maybe the reason why I hate seeing you talking with other boys, because I care about you!" He yelled at me, before walking away.

I ran after him. "If you care about me, then don't you fucking push me away!" He turned around and faces me. "Am I pushing you away? You can't be fucking serious, right now?!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" I yelled into his face.

"It's you who doesn't feel anything for me! It's you who keep pushing me away!" He yelled back at me.

"Am I pushing you away? When have I even been close to do that, huh?'' I yelled. It was so frustrating right now.

"Every time I try to be sweet to you, you get mad at me, or don't care at all!" I could feel Jason getting more and more mad at me every second.

"Yeah right, you are so fucking sweet to me all the time! You know what, you wouldn't even see if I cared! Cause I fucking do!'' I yelled as hard as I could back.

"You do? Then fucking prove it cause.." I cut him off by pressing my lips against his. I felt him relax under the touch of our lips. Our lips moved in sync, and I felt fireworks explode inside of me. After kissing in about two minutes, I couldn't get myself to pull away, even though my mind screamed that I shouldn't keep kissing him, I kept going. His lips were so soft, and it almost hurt when we had to pull away to breath.