Too Much To Handle Alone

Twenty Two

"I Desire Things That Will Destroy Me In The End."
~Sylvia Plath
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Kennedy's Pov
My eyes slowly fluttered open as I let out a small yawn. I feel Jason's arm wrapped around my torso and his breath fanning my neck softly as he sleeps behind me. I grabbed my phone and checked the time.

Four twenty-seven p.m.

Well that wasn't as much of a nap if it lasted six hours! Jeez.

I carefully slid out from Jason's grip and gently placed his arm on the bed. I stood up and look at him for a moment. Just admiring him.

After taking a moment I started wandering around his room. I can't help it, I've been in here before one time before and I was asleep the whole time. Even though we've gotten close, there's still things that I don't know about him. It's hard to find anything out about him though. His room has no personality. No pizazz. It's literally just his bed, his closet, and a dresser. I feel like it's a little too personal to go through anyone's drawers so I'll leave it alone.

Still looking around, I notice something sticking out of his closet since the door isn't closed all the way. It could just be a pant leg or something from a pair of jeans. But it can't hurt to look.

I picked it up and it's hard. Not pants that's for sure. I get an unsettling feeling as I pull it out of the closet. I gasp at what I have in my hand and slap my other hand over my mouth.

It's a gun. A gun! Is he even licensed to have a gun?! I didn't think he'd need a gun from the way I've seen him act around Danny's dealer. Jason is really respectful and it doesn't end in violence. Except for today of course.

My hand holding the gun is shaky. I've never held one before. Hell, I've never seen one in person. I don't know how to react as I just stand here staring at it. Has he ever had to use it? I wonder if he has more in there?

I slowly step towards the closet and put my hand on the door handle. Right as I'm about to open it Jason closes it so quick I nearly fell backwards from surprise. I didn't even know he was awake.

"Do not go in my closet." He gritted with a glare. A glare that I haven't seen aimed at me since we first met. Even then it wasn't as bad as the glare he has on his face at this very moment. I cowered back in fear that he would do something.

"I—I'm sorry." I stuttered quietly. His face softened and he sighed. He took a step towards me and I took a reflexive step back.

He ran his hand through his hair frustratedly and his biceps did a subtle flex. He took another step towards me and I stayed in place as he got closer. He slowly ran his fingers down my arm and I felt the shiver even though I'm still wearing his hoodie. He kept going until he got all the way down to my hand where he slowly took the gun out of my hand. I completely forgot I was even holding it.

"As sexy as I find women with guns, I don't want you holding one. Got it?" He asked quietly. I nodded shakily. He tossed the gun onto the bed and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me towards him.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you." He apologized. I nodded again and laid my head on his chest. He rests his chin on top of my head and we just stand here like this.

I wonder if we're gonna talk about last night? I mean, it definitely happened because I kissed him again today and he sure as hell kissed me back. I don't want to be friends with benefits if that's what he's thinking.

I'd love to know what he's thinking. I'm sure that's a pretty dark place though.

"What were you going to ask earlier?" I asked looking up at him. He chuckled.