Hostage

Chapter 12 - Karma

Silence. The softer the sound that can be heard the deeper the silence. The sound of leaves blew within the wind, scraping the tip of the blades of grass. The wind was cold, and chilled. The sky was grey, no clouds to cover it. The sun was beaming, but the heat was hidden within the coldness of the air.

Frost hardened on the windows, making it hard to see out of the glass. It was in the middle of January. You would think it would warm up some, but the later in the year it got, the more cold it got.

Jason was outside puffing on a cigarette that was placed in between his fingers. His cheeks were tinged red, as the frosted air kissed his face. He was used to this kind of weather, he grew up in it. The cold never bothered Jason. he would rather be cold than hot.

Jason blew smoke out of his mouth, letting the smoke dissolve within the air. His fingers were numb, like his heart.

"Jason, come inside, it's too cold to be out here." Zoey said, bundling up in a blanket. Jason took one last puff and threw it onto the ground, letting it burn out. "I'm used to this weather." Jason turned around facing Zoey, curving a slight smile onto his lips as he admired her from a distance. "You are gonna get sick." Zoey stepped outside into the bitter air. "I'll be fine babe, Just go back inside, I'll be in there to cuddle with you in a minute." Jason pecked Zoey's forehead before she went inside.

Jason sighed an audible breath, fog escaped his mouth, dissolving into the air. Jason didn't want to go back inside just yet, he always did his best thinking when he was alone.

Jason fished out his phone, and dialed a number on his keybad, He put the phone up to his ear, waiting on for an answer. "Hey man." Jason said in a raspy tone. He was talking to one of his buddies from the gang that wasn't staying with them. His name was Mike. He was very short, and he was mexican. "Do you have the money?" Jason murmured softly into the phone. It was money for drugs, Jason used to sell drugs on the streets. Now that he is wanted, he can't anymore, so he has other people do it for him.

"Yeah man, I got it., but we need to have a little talk, one on one." Jason knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. What would Mike need to talk to him about, he was usually an easy going guy.

"Okay bro, want to meet at the usual place?" The usual place was in between two brick buildings. "Yeah, I'll see you there." The conversation ended. Jason went back inside. He enetered his bedroom to put on a decent outfit.

Zoey was bundled in the covers. "Where are you going Jase, I thought we were going to cuddle?" Jason slipped a hoodie over his head. "I have some business to take care of babe, I promise I will be back in time to cuddle with you." Zoey poked out her lip, pouting, trying to make Jason feel bad.

Jason pecked Zoey's lips. "How long will you take?" Jason wasn't sure, usually it took only a few minutes. "I'm not sure, probably around 20 to 30 minutes at the most, then I will be back, and we can cuddle, and maybe..." Jason curved a smile on his lips. "Have sex?" Zoey raised her eyebrows. "Zoey Ann Carter, get your mind out of the gutter." Jason laughed as he teased Zoey. "Yeah yeah, you were thinking it too." Jason headed towards the door and walked out.

Since Jason still didn't have his car, he had to walk. His destination wasn't that far from where he lived. It was decent walking distance. Jason had his gun on the side of his pants, hiding it wish his shirt. He only had it for safety, just in case something went wrong. He could waste a bullet on someone's skull, if needed.

Jason took the back roads so he felt more secure. He was already half way there. Jason was almost out of breath from walking so much. Even though, it wasn't that far of a walk, it bout killed him. Smoking took an effect on his breathing.