Jason's Diary

Chapter 16

Jason's POV:

I watched her leaving the room as I laid on my bed. I don't know why but somehow I had the feeling that she wasn't the same. Her eyes didn't find mine, her hands were shaking as I held them, her lips were white and dry and her face was pale. I mean, sure, Dr. Roberts shouted at us and now he wanted to talk to her. I could understand that she was nervous as hell. But... Wow. I've never seen her like that before. Even on the first day we met she hadn't been as nervous as now and I mean I made her cry and I know that I scared the fuck out of her... She was hiding something from me. I was pretty sure about that because she seemed to be very uncomfortable around me...

I started to think.

Have I said something wrong?

Have I done something wrong?

As far as I know not.

But what was it then? I dug my nails in my skin uncomfortable. Knowing that my girl was hiding something from Made me wanna jump out of a window. As weird as it sounds. I

I am that type of person who has to know everything and I can't stand if someone is hiding something from me. Or even lying to me. Liars get killed. No matter who it is. And I don't give a million chances like other people. 3 chances.

You bitch with me once: Okay

You bitch with me twice: Nah.

You bitch with me 3 times: I'm done.

And I mean I'm done when I say I'm done. There are people who actually don't deserve me giving them chances. I know that but (If you believe or not) I have a heart too.

I once knew a bitch. I gave her a 3rd chance and she laughed at me. Like WTF?! I'm being patient as fuck with your little annoying ass and you... Laugh?! Hell no. She still has her chance but I'm acting very distant now.

Anyway, let's get back to the plot.

What should I do now?

Should I go after her and ask her what her problem is?

Should I just leave her alone and hope that she would tell me herself?

I didn't know.

I decided to get up and check after her. I took the cold remote and turned the tv off. I got up and made my bed. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I took my shirt, my shoes and my pants off. I checked myself in the mirror. There were bruises everywhere on my body. Because of "business" as I like to call it. Normal people would call it "murdering people and blowing buildings up to earn a living". I still prefer "business" tho. I checked the big scar on my stomach. I got it because somebody shot at me. Luckily those bastards only shot me in the stomach and not in my chest. I slowly touched the scar, suddenly feeling weak. Nobody had the right to hurt me. This asshole would have to pay. Tonight.

I took my boxers off and stepped into the shower. I felt my muscles relax as the hot water ran down my whole body. I ran my hands through my wet hair as I groaned upset.

I just couldn't understand why Lola was acting so weird around me. I mean, before Dr. Asshole came in, everything was alright. Perfect even. The way this jerk talked to her...

I felt anger building up inside of me. I balled my bands into fists and swung them against the glass of the shower wall. I watched it shatter into a million pieces, every single piece had blood on it.

Oh.

I looked at my fists, to see them bleeding as hell. I ignored the pain. I got used to this type of pain a long time ago. Sometimes I cut to get rid of the stress. I wanna be numb. And that's what I become when I turn into this monster. I know that this is wrong but somehow I love this part of me. When I'm this monster, I feel the power, the strength I have. But I feel nothing else then. No pain, no regret, no sympathy. Absolutely nothing. Just strong.

I washed the blood away and took my shampoo. I cleaned my whole body, slowly messaging every single part of it. My hands went lower and lower, finally reaching my dick. I grabbed it and moved both of my hands up and down slowly. My thumb stroke my head. "Mhhm." I moaned out. I went faster. My pre- cum started oozing. My hands were now covered with it and it felt so amazing. I went even faster. My back rested on the cold shower wall. My thumb stroke my head even harder and that was it. "Oh my god." I screamed out.

I always needed relaxation after the monster took control over me. After business I always need to fuck a bitch. Every single time.

I cleaned my body again and washed my hair. I stepped out of the shower carefully, because I didn't want to cut my feet. I wrapped a towel around my lower half as I heard a knock on my door.

I unlocked my bathroom door and opened the front door.

A nurse stood there. "I heard noise, it sounded like shattering. Is everything alright?" I faked a smile. "Yeah." "Let me check your room."

Fuck.

Lola's POV:

I hushed into my room and closed the door quickly, afraid that Jason would follow me. I didn't want him to see that I had been crying.

I opened my closet and took a white shirt and a pair of sweatpants out. I went to the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

I let the towel fall to the ground and slipped into my underwear. I put my shirt and my sweatpants on, and dried my hair with the blow drier. I brushed it and put some makeup on. I took a deep breath before I left my room and made my way to Dr. Roberts.

I knocked on his door. "Come in". He answered. Damn.

I slowly opened the door. He looked at me angrily. "Come in and sit down." He commanded. I did as I had been told.

"I'm disappointed in you, Lola. Since you hang around with Jason, you stop caring about your job here."

I pressed my lips together.

"But you told me that I should take care of him." I said quietly.

"But I didn't tell you to sleep in his bed, did I?!" He shouted.

I felt the tears building up. I shook my head.

"Then why did you do it?!"

"Because he is my boyfriend!" I shot back.

His eyes widened. He took a deep breath.

"I don't accept that!"

"I don't give a fuck!" I shouted.

His face turned deep red and his eyes became black. He got up and slapped me.

"You're my daughter and I decide who you're with and who not!"

"I don't think so."

We turned around to see Jason standing there, his hands balled into fists and his eyes black as the night.

Fucking hell.