Hostage

Psychotic Jason

Jason's POV

Just from watching the city from the window in mums room, I had come to realize three important things.

One was that the most beautiful things were observed in the quietest moments.

And the other, was that lights shone brighter in darkness.

I realized that just the darkness brightened up the lights just as much as the lights brightened up the darkness. If that even made sense.

It was five AM in the morning and I hadn't been able to shut my eyes for as much as a second.

My heart was racing, and I was anxious for what the next day would bring.

I was excited, and I was terrified at the same time.

There was an eighty percent chance that I would go to jail. That we would all go to jail.

Even if the bullet I put in Sam hadn't been the one to end his life, I had condemned him to death the moment I accidentally pulled that trigger. And I had run. Like a coward, I had turned around and I had walked away from the scene of the accident because I was too goddamn scared to own my own shit.

I had thought that Keen and Andre would be able to take care of it like they always did.

And I knew that it was wrong.

There were times I wondered how things would have turned out if I had chosen a different path. If instead of running away , I had stayed stayed insisted that we find a way to get Sam to the hospital.

If he lived, there were chances that he would sue me, surely, but then, I would have had a fighting chance. Gloria wouldn't have killed him, and Keenan wouldn't have had to marry Kimberly. Maybe the blonde girl from the rooftop would still be alive and not that I cared because she was a bitch, but maybe Gloria would be alive too.

Maybe Dre would have turned himself in just like he had intended to and maybe things wouldn't have turned out to be so messed up. All this could have been avoided if I had stayed.
The third thing I realized was that all actions, no matter how little had consequences.

I turned away from the window, turning to face mum when I heard her stir in her sleep. I drew in a deep breath and then exhaled.

I was going to be a better person after all this was over.

A better son.

I was ready to let go of all the hate in my heart and move on. I would visit her during the weekends and I would take my art more seriously.

Speaking of art...

Ruby.

I drew in a deep breath and then exhaled, biting down softly on my lower lip. I knew that she hadn't meant any harm the last time we talked, I knew that. And I'd realized that I might have overreacted.

We were all dealing with our own demons.

Ruby Kent had her own problems too and the last time, she had let me see into one of them. And if I hadn't been feeling too goddamn emotional, then maybe I would have had something else to say other than asking her to leave. Maybe I would have told her that she deserved better friends than Emery and Brie had been to her. And that Lee was ten times a better friend.