Hold Tight |Jason McCann|

Chapter Seven

| Savannah |

I heard the sound of footsteps nearing the bedroom as I pulled out one of Jason's shirts after pulling on a pair of short shorts or Jason liked to call them 'booty shorts'.

And just as I lifted the sweatshirt off of my body, leaving me in just my bra, I couldn't help but feel his presence nearing me, second by second as I stood with my back to him. I quickly turned around, seeing him directly in front of me, not far from me at all. He licked his lips as he met my eyes before his fell to my exposed upper half, clearly enjoying his view. I rolled my eyes unfolding the shirt in my hands but his hands fell on mine, pulling the shirt from my hands and throwing it aside. His top two buttons were buttoned down and his blazer was probably left downstairs. His eyes were dark but also tired looking and his hair was out of place probably from how much he was messing with it on the way home. All in all, he looked freaking drool worthy. No wonder why girls threw themselves at him.

"You think I'd let you put that on after seeing you like this princess?" He asked referring to how I only  wore a pair of shorts in front of him, it wasn't my fault he happened to walk in right before I was about to put a shirt on. His eyes grew darker from lust as he kept both of his hands lightly hung in the pocket of his smart pants as he looked right in to my eyes. Again with the intimidating which only sent shivers down my spine.

"It's not like you'd care anyway... too obsessed with being mad at nothing" I mumbled the last part shifting my gaze from his eyes to the other side of the room, only to avoid his powerful stare.

I felt him step forwards, which only made me step back and as he copied my movement, eventually, my back hit the wall behind me and I was stuck right in front of me, mentally face palming myself for pulling the same move I somehow always ended up in.

"No Jason, you don't get to ignore me all day and then come back and act like nothing has happened" I spoke up, surprising myself too.

Jason looked at me with a frown, almost shocked by me raising my voice at him because it didn't happen often. But when it did, he knew it was serious. "I didn't ignore you all day Savanna. I wasn't in the mood to argue with you." He replied, sternly.

I rolled my eyes, "And that makes it okay" I sarcastically said, pushing him aside so I could walk away from him.

"Savanna come back here" he demanded making me pause and turn around.

"Yes?"

"Drop the fucking attitude, you don't realise how frustrating it is to not be able to do anything when somebody is clearly fucking with your girl. Your brother is the only reason why I haven't killed that bitch ass"

He was getting angry.

"That's fine Jason! But why are you getting mad at me about it? You're acting like I entertained it or something. He's the only person you should be mad at, not me" I replied, raising my voice yet again.

"I didn't say you were entertaining it. It's your fucking brother that you should be talking to, you won't let me say shit to him but you won't tell him yourself to cut the bitch off?" He asked, it sounded more like a rhetorical question but I was going to answer.

"You're being so unreasonable" I answered. How did he expect me to tell my brother that I didn't like his best friend because he flirted with me when he wasn't around? I know my brother, I know how angry he gets and how he will make a stupid decision based off of temporary emotions. And Jason knew this too.

"Me? Unreasonable? All I fucking do is think about whats best for you. The bitch goes to the same college as you, I could have ended his life a very long time ago but I haven't touched him because I know what your brother is like"

That was true. Jason did bite his tongue a lot and only because Damien was my brother, if he was anyone else, Jason wouldn't even care if they were even related. Once somebody bothers Jason, it was over for them.

"This still doesn't give you the right to not speak to me all day Jason. You left and didn't even bother speaking to me first, I had to come to you." Jason fell quiet, and I'm sure it was because he was super angry as his eyes were dark and his jaw was clenched.

There was no use arguing with him over this because he was convinced he was right. To a certain degree, I understood why he was annoyed and that was because Cole didn't show him any respect and Jason didn't like that from anybody. He couldn't take his frustration out because Cole had never directly done anything to me so what would he tell my brother? I killed your best friend because he looked at my girl? Damien was oblivious to almost everything, he'd hate Jason and probably ruin everything between us.

He didn't say anything, but he was angry and that meant nothing that I could say was going to make it better. And to be honest, I was no longer in the mood to try and make things better because Jason always got his own way, I always listened to him and he knew that. I just wished he'd do the same for me.

"Go to sleep, it's late" He suddenly said making me frown. So he wasn't even going to attempt to make things better?

"Where are you going?" I asked as he walked past me.

"I gotta make a couple calls" He said. I took a hold of his hand as he walked away from me, stopping him from leaving.

"You're not going to come to bed with me?" I asked, sadness in my voice. He never was home anyway these days, I always had to fall asleep waiting for him and in the mornings I'd go to college and he'd be rushing off to work. It was almost becoming a routine so the one night that we could actually fall asleep together, I wanted to take it.

"I'm not tired yet, just go to sleep Savanna, you have college tomorrow" And with that, he pulled away and walked out of the room.

I almost felt like crying. I wasn't being a baby but I just hated it being like this. We could be so in love and then the next second, arguing like crazy. As I said, I knew things were rough at work and that required him to spend a little more time in the office or away, than usual. But I knew people who's significant others were on the other side of the world but they still managed to dedicate some time to each other right? It wasn't always like this anyway. Jason spends every second he can with me and he is always thinking about me, but when you haven't actually fallen asleep with your partner for weeks now, it was bound to make you upset.

And trust me, it was frustrating enough to make you want to cry, especially when you've just argued with them.

Regardless, I put the shirt on that I originally was stopped from doing so by Jason, and then got in to our bed. Alone, yet again.

I tossed and turned and tried to take our argument out of my mind but it was no use and after what felt like an eternity, I felt myself feel sleepy. Not long after, I heard the door open and close and after a while, Jason got in to bed. I was facing the other way so I couldn't actually see him but he just simply laid down and faced the other way, not saying a word because he probably thought I was sleeping.

I hoped he would put his arms around me, hold me like he did every single night without fail- even if he did end up coming to bed at 5am. But not today, he didn't.

A tear slipped out of my eye and I quickly wiped it, closing my eyes and letting sleep take over me to distract myself from crying any further.

I just wanted love and 24 hour affection, was that too much to ask? I don't think so