Jason’s P.O.V.
We stopped and ate at KFCs and Mary is still glaring at me across the table as if I’m gonna do something. Well, yeah. I might do something to her, IF SHE DOES SOMETHING that is. And there’s not a chance that I am or even will blow her head to bits here or wherever and/or whenever. I need her.
“Why did you drag me here?” she blurts as she drops her fork on the plate.
Don’t answer her. “You were hungry. Were you not?” I sarcastically said. It was true though. I tried to abstain from laughing because of ‘her’ reaction.
She throws a frown at me, “I meant. What is your intention with me? What are you gonna do to me? Why did you have to kidnap me? What do you want from my dad? What do you want? Huh? Answer me.” She cried. Question after question after question. What is up with this girl? She is so annoying. She infuriates me.
I ran my fingers through my hair upwards then face her. “Hey... Don’t make a scene here, Princess.” I whispered to her as I moved closer to her around the table (A.N.~it’s like this seats that are semi-circle ish, so he slides closer to her side.).
"Why?!" she slaps the table forcibly. "-Why?! Because you're afraid!? Is that it? Huh?"
I looked around and a few people are already looking. Oh Fuck.
"Let's not talk about this here. Okay?" I then took her wrist swiftly then we rushed off to the park. Not many people are at the park at night so yeah.
I pushed her forcibly making her drop on the bench. "Let me ask you again. What. the hell. do you even want?!?!?" she shakes on her place. This bitch.
"Did I not ask you already? Where's your daddy?" She does nothing but kept a strong face. "--Not answering eh?" I couldn't help myself.
Mary's P.O.V.
I forced my eyes shut when he was about to slap me. Surprisingly, no he didn't. He lets his hand fall to his side and sighs deeply and sits down beside. He takes out a pack of cig out of his pocket then lights it up. He breathes it out and i smelled it. Just ew! Cigar is bad.
"*cough cough* Look, I haven't even SEEN my dad in a long while. I don't even know where he is anymore. Like--fuck. I don't even think he remembers I exist." I can't believe I opened up to this guy. I just basically told him these. And right then and there, I have no idea since when tears slipped down my cheeks. I miss my dad.
An arm slithered around my shoulder and bought me closer to his body. The tears still sliding down my face. He rubs his hands up and down my arm. This is weird. Is this Jason? or Is this my Superman?
For a sec he was mad at me. The next he really caring.
"Look, I'm sorry Princess. I just can't help it. I can't help myself. I'm sorry if I hurted you. I'm sorry if I pushed you." He said with such puppy dog eyes and that pouty lips. He's so cute. NO!
He sighs then pushes himself back into the other side, "-- It's not like you're ever gonna forgive aren't you? Heheh... Even I myself, couldn't forgive myself." He looks down on the ground.
Huh? Does he ACTUALLY mean? I mean, I know he probs killed and tortured alot but-- huh? "What do you mean?"
He runs his fingers through his hair while groaning. "You wouldn't wanna know. Trust me."
'Trust me.'? How could or should I even begin to trust you?
