Y/N's pov
Its been three days, I have been held hostage. They took my phone so basically I can't even call jason but I have kept his number in case. I have only one option to escape. After they fed me and I was assured they wont come I took the hockey stick from under the bed and made it to the window. I smashed the glass but I think the crash was heard all the way downstairs. I heard footsteps, panicking I started to smash and removed the remaining glass pieces with my hands. "Ow!" I cried as the glass pierced through my hands. After that I jumped out quickly and easily made it to the ground since my room was on the ground floor. I picked up my pace and ran just as i heard the man scream "Get that bitch". I just ran, how long I don't know. I made it to a small book shop. I heard voices behind me and i just shifted in. I was breathless. " my dear are you ok?" An elderly woman asked. Trying to cool myself. "Yes, do u have a phone i can use?its an emergency" I smiled gently. "Ofcourse"she guided me to the phone. I took it and just punched the num I had of Jason. It rang, rang till someone answer. " Mcann's busy rn what do u want? " "Ryan its me y/n, please help me i" I cried hysterically while the woman eyed me. "K girl calm down, write this address down ok?come here asap". I wrote it down, thanked the woman while she hugged me calming me down. She was so sweet she even offered me a ride to Jason's house. Oh and cherry on top it started raining. I was soaked head to toe, wet and dripping I made my way to his door. I rang the bell and waited patiently. " coming" a husky voice spoke. The door opened to revealed a shirtless, sweaty Jason. He looked at me surprised. "Y/N!" He exclaimed. "Jason" I said while crying. I lunged myself onto him. He embraced me. "Babe whats wrong? You ok?" He kissed my forehead and held me. He took my hands "oh gosh you're bleeding, shh calm down come in" he said while walking me in.❤❤
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TWISTED SANITY
FanfictionJASON MCANN, the name everyone fears. Anyone would think twice before crossing his path. Always shaking in their boots if they God forbid hear him call their name, YOU KNOW ITS TROUBLE. But no one ever bothered hearing out his story. He has let...