Will you be my nothing?

Why Does He Want to Know So Much?

Phoebe Pov:

How could I be so stupid?!? I actually told him my nightmare! He is gonna use it against me...I know it. (Knocking on Door) "Phoebe honey?" Mom said walking into my bedroom. "How are you feeling today? I know last night you had a nightmare and that Jason stayed until you went back to sleep." Great, did anyone else hear me scream my head off last night? "Um, yea. You really don't have to worry about it. It was nothing big. I am fine now thank you for asking." I was lying straight through my teeth but she did not have to know what happened. All she did was nod and she started to walk out the door. As she reached the door she turned and spoke. "If you need anything, I am here for you." I nodded. She smiles softly. "Breakfast is ready so when you feel comfortable come on down to eat. Jason showed you where everything is correct?" I simply nodded and she left. I don't think I will ever tell her what happened. "Wait, what if Jason tells her what happened last night! Oh God No!" I whispered to myself. I shook my head and quickly got my shoes on and walked slowly down the stairs. Once I got to the kitchen, I saw Jason sitting on a stool and eating some chocolate pancakes with some milk. He glanced at me and smiled lightly. I looked around the room and noticed that our mother was not in the kitchen. "Jason?" He looked at me and I looked down. "Can I ask you a favor? Its about what happened this morning..." He nodded with a mouthful of pancake. "Can you please not tell mama. I am not ready to tell her yet." He swallowed and looked me in the eyes. "Phoebe, I am not gonna say anything. Don't worry. I know that it is something very difficult. When you are ready to tell her we will go together. I just want you to know that I respect your privacy and I am here if you wanna talk." Wow, he respects my privacy, no guy has ever done that for me."Thank you" I sat down and grabbed a plate and put one pancake on my plate. I do not eat much but I do not starve myself. I started taking little pieces and eating. I saw that Jason's plate had like 6 pancakes and I silently laughed. "Whats so funny?" Jason asked with a mouthful of pancakes. "(laughs a little louder) Um, nothing. You just have a bunch of pancakes. Are you that hungry?" He looked down at his plate then back at me. "Yes" is the only thing he said then went back to stuffing his face. I giggled and went back to picking small pieces of food. I was halfway through one pancake while Jason was on his seventh pancake. After eating I just went up to my room and lied on my bed listening to 'Calvin Harris-Outside ft.Ellie Goulding'. (Knock Knock) I mentally groaned and sweetly said "Come in." Jason walked in with one of those faces that make you know he wants something. "Heyyyyyyy Phoebe. Can I ask you a question?" His face showed concern and doubt. "Um, yea sure. Is everything alright?" He sat down at the end of my bed and I scoot back. I know I told him my nightmare but that doesn't mean that I trust guys the same way I used to, I am still getting used to being around Jason. I looked at him and he looked doubtful about asking me something. He sighed and looked at me. "Phoebe, do you trust me?" Boom, there is was, I took a deep breath. "I mean,I know that we just became a family and all and technically we just met, but I want you to know that I am here for you whenever you need me." Okay? This is weird and yea we kinda just met and he acts like he loves me! "Uh, look Jason. I told you my past. You know how hard it is for me to trust, especially in guys. Look, I never told you this but, my mama died before I went to live in the Foster home. She was a drug addict. At times she would be so high or just so weak that she would just watch my so-called father abuse us. Other times when she was at least a little bit I guess I can say normal, she would yell at my dad, not move but yell. My dad would throw her to the ground and kick her stomach, over and over again." My eyes were staring to tear up but I didn't care. "One day my mama just could not take it, maybe it was spending money on 'taking care' of us, or just sick of the beatings. She just got up and left. She packed her bags, took all the money, and took the car and left us. I have never trusted been able to trust men or women. As time passed in the Foster home, I learned to trust women but ever since James, i've thought all men are the same." Jason looked at me with pity. Great..this is just what I needed. NOT. "How? i mean, how did she die?" Should I tell him? No, he knows way too much. "Uh, she got into a car accident while trying to leave." Yea, that sounds believable. I looked up at Jason and just nodded. Before Jason could say another word I left the room...I kept asking myself thr same question, 'Why does he want to know so much?'.....