Romantic stylez 2//Jake X Amy

The Weddding: Part Two

Amy fell into Jason's arms. Not wanting to, but she was that weak, so beat down, that Amy needed to be held. She needed someone else to hold her up like a puppet.

That's what she felt like. A puppet with strings. In control by the insane, playing to their entertainment as they clap their hands and laugh ruthlessly. That's exactly how it felt. She couldn't do anything outside of their command. After all, they do hold a possession. The antidote.

Amy grew weaker and weaker, almost sinking and melting away in jasons hold. Her eyes betrayed her, feeling heavy and wanting to close so badly. How Amy would love a long, rejuvenating sleep. Forgetting everything. Being back to when things were normal. Only a genie can grant that wish now. Amy lost hope. She dropped it, no longer want to hold onto it.

"This wedding is happening now!" Amy heard Taylor shout "I'm no longer waiting around..."

She wanted to react. But couldn't. All her mind was fixed on was her wound. She could feel her own blood soak into her sweatshirt. Her hand was layered with it. It was placed right over it, held on tightly to stop the flow. But, obviously, it wasn't working.

"Get her out of my sight. Get her patched up or something. Just make sure she is still alive." Taylor said, while cleaning her knife on the side of her black jeans and sliding it back into her belt. "I'll sort out the other one"

Jason nodded his head, disappointed almost. He felt ashamed being attacked by a puny little cop. He looked down at Amy who seemed to be not a part of the world. He rolled his eyes and pulled her off his chest, no longer holding her and grabbed Amy by her wrists. He lead her back down the hall as she stammered behind. Jason then took her into the previous room and let go, slamming the door and pushing her forwards, deeper into the bedroom.

Amy stood in the middle of the room, holding her shoulder and was swaying. Although her eyes glared at jason who walked around her and was now stroking his chin in thought, pacing backwards and forwards.

"I should've left in you in here!" He then snapped "See what happens when you make stupid mistakes!!?" He began to walk to her. "I trusted you!!!"

His eyes locked onto hers. But Amy kept her glare. Just then, jasons mood changed like a flick of a switch. He stood tall and inhaled deeply through his nose. Making his two hands into a prayer symbol and put it by his lips and heavily exhaled.

"I trusted you..." He said, now ever so calming "But instead, Princess, you disobeyed my rules" He then said, grabbing her chin and lifting her head softy.

Amy stared into his eyes. It was like she could see the insanity swim in those blue eyes. It sent chills down her spine. He could just snap in any moment and god knows what he could do. She then looked at his shoulder. It was also seeping with blood through his T-shirt.

"But, I guess you got what you deserved" he then spoke, looking at Amys hand placed on her shoulder. "See what happens when we try to play the hero?"

He then took her hand, but Amy snatched it back. Afraid like lost puppy. But he smiled affectionately, yet so insanely in the same time.

"I'm trying to help, princess"

"Don't call me princess" Amy replied bitterly

"Oh, Amy. You are my princess though. Just imagine! Me, you and our little child. Out of New York, somewhere with clear skys and blue beaches. No one to bother us and you being treated like royalty. That's why you are my princess, Amy"

"You're crazy! You are both crazy! You think you can get away with this!?" Amy shrieked. The thought of his dream was definitely frightening. She didn't want to be with him. No. She wanted to see jake. She is with Jake and they will always be together.