Someone is always watching

Chapter 33

Jason's safe-house Tuesday

Jason stayed up all night watching Nerissa sleep, he tried to wake her during the episode but she hit him hard; Cassandra was training her well. He wanted to ask her about her nightmare, he wanted to ask her about so many things.

"Morning sunshine," she said with her eyes closed and a small smile on her lips.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" he asked as she opened her eyes.

"What happened?" she saw a weird look in his eyes.

"You had a nightmare, and I couldn't wake you."

"Oh," she looked away she remembered.

"Do you remember what it was?"

"No," she sat up not meeting his eyes.

"I'm a trained detective, I can tell when someone's lying."

"I don't want to talk about it," she tried to get up but he stopped her.

"So you do remember?"

"I said I don't want to talk about it," she looked at him his eyes were different, she felt his anger, she pushed past him and went to the bathroom.

"Your nightmare was about me," he stated as she got out of the bathroom.

Nerissa ignored him, she couldn't tell him that she went to hell and the devil himself was haunting her. She went to the kitchen to get some coffee, he followed; his anger rising why wasn't she answering.

"So you're just going to ignore me now?"

"I'm not ignoring you."

"Your nightmare was about me, I think I'm owed an explanation-"

"It was a bad dream, a stupid nightmare, I get them a lot, just drop it," she looked at him, his jaw was clenching, his eyes had more green in them.

"Then why won't you tell me?" he yelled.

"Lower your voice," she asked getting worried.

"I don't want to lower my voice, I want to know what the fucking dream was about."

"What's this really about?" she felt something was off, he just stared at her.

Jason's breathing was coming hard, his jaw was clenching, his nostrils were flared, his hands formed fists and his lip was twitching. She walked to him but he backed away. He went to the room got his jacket and went to the front door.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm leaving," he didn't look at her.

"Why are you leaving?" she could feel his rage and fear mixing together. She tried to grab his hand but he jerked it away.

"D-don't," his voice was shaking, "I can't."

"You're leaving because I won't tell you about the stupid nightmare? That's your solution? You leave? Should I expect another call telling me you nearly got killed?"

"Stop talking, please," it was obvious he was struggling.

"No, you can't just leave, we have to talk about things-"

"What's the point? You don't tell me anything," he yelled turning back to face her, he closed his eyes before they met hers. 

"That's not true, yesterday-"

"You didn't tell me you carried a gun, you didn't tell me where you got that knife, you didn't tell me how you came back-" he'd lowered his voice but it was hard.