WHEN IT ENDS || Jason McCann Fictional Story||

21. ~|Over Me|~

Songs for this chapter:

Playtime
by Justin Bieber ft. Khalil

You and I
by One Direction

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Jason's Perception

I've been with Fredo for about a day now.

And I've been without her for what feels like more than a week. I can't believe I'm tied to my business so bad that I'm having to be away from her.

If only, the stupid voice muses back, you could just return home and see her with you

Umm, what? No! Not to see her to just see her! I had to see her in person to make sure she really was okay. The way friends do! Without any other intention whatsoever which involves subtle advancement towards stroking her keratinous outgrowths, also commonly known as hair. Or, to feel her skin. Yep, totally, confidently, definitely, most assuredly, not thinking about that.

I had to run down to Joe's with Fredo to make sure that our next mission is completely planned and we can start it first thing tomorrow morning. When I had  come to know that the place where we'll be attacking is an orphanage, I almost backed away from doing it. It's still hard to accept that I have to put people in misery to put up with my reputation as a gang leader. But once you've got yourself involved in these, it's hard to get loose from the shackles that tie you up from time to time with missions after missions.

Well, at least I won't harm the kids in the orphanage. They will be evacuated before bombing the hideout where that puny little gang keeps their weapons.

I still get a nauseating feeling in my stomach whenever I'm reminded that I took the only source of hope from so many people when I battered the only hospital in downtown, when I led the gang to rob the central bank —which was supposed to hand out volunteer funds to the poor in a day. And the worst of it, to pretend to be ruthless and heartless to all those people who come in my way, and just to maintain that exterior, I am compelled to kill. . .

I don't want her to even be near any of these  s*beep*t that I do. She's going to live a happy secure life —as happy and secure as I can keep her with not letting her knowing about my nefarious business— with me. She can even pursue her dreams if that's what she asks in return of me sabotaging her plans and not telling her of my works. And if that is my only way of gaining redemption for my sins.

I've tracked down Alex's residence successfully and whenever wherever he moves, I'll know in that very instant.

That's a relief

Yes, it sure is. Now I don't have to worry too much about his getting near her. Speaking of which, I should be getting back.

My car is pulled over in front of my house, where the sleeping one is waiting to annoy the hell out of me with her question-cannon, and I walk up the steps to the main door. I extend my hand to deactivate the home security system, only to realize that it's been turned off.