Intentions | Jason McCann |

Chapter 23 - Betrayal

| Savanna |

I felt as if my entire body was being weighed down by a literal truck. My brain felt swollen, my eyes stung even when being shut, my mouth felt parched and my body felt cold.

This was before I even opened my eyes.

Once my eyes were slowly opening, it was like my body went on an overdrive of pain. Immense pain.

My heart was beating faster than usual, I could just imagine how high my blood pressure was right now but that was college talk, I was basically in immense pain and my confusion / blurry eyes were not helping.

I was laying on the ground, it was cold and hard and most definitely concrete. My eyes finally opened wider than a squint, I slowly sat up and it was probably the worst decision to ever make as I felt my body crack in all kinds of ways. I must have been in this position for a while as it had caused my body to ache and stiffen almost.

The room I was in was completely blank. No furniture, no paint, not even a window. It was empty.

My head throbbed as I raised my hand and rubbed it, instantly regretting it as I whimpered in pain from the wound on my temple. I looked at my hand to see my finger tips were slightly covered in my blood which only made my memories flash back to being knocked unconscious by these people who god knows who they were. They wore balaclavas, the same as the men who found me at the party which made me have to go in to literal hiding, but, this felt different. Why would they dare take Jason? From all I knew, Jason was untouchable, everybody feared him that's why.

None of this made sense.

I couldn't help but think about my parents, did they know I was gone? What were they doing? But most of all, I was taken with Jason, where was Jason?

I never ever thought Jason McCann would be kidnapped, let alone touched. He was feared and he knew it, he was strong and that's why it took so many men just to hold him down back at his home. His home was heavily guarded but the one night we needed them, Jason asked them to leave as he thought the night was going to consist of him and I having sex and potentially understanding one another? I had no idea, but one thing was for sure, it was no coincidence that as soon as he and I left the party alone filled with criminals, we were attacked at his home by god knows who.

I felt so drowsy and fuzzy, it felt like the room was spinning and I was literally floating. I felt my arm was a little sore but I honestly couldn't distinguish pain from reality, I was just that zoned out.

I was terrified to say the least, waking up alone in a room that was unknown, not knowing where Jason was, had he left? Did he set this up? Was I just a pawn in his game? A million thoughts ran through my mind but I kept dreading the thought of him doing this to me, because at the end of the day, he was Jason McCann, known to be ruthless by many.

My train of thoughts were cut off by the scraping of the door that brought in a very bright light. I quickly shielded my eyes, squinting as the light not only burned my eyes but also, made my throbbing head worse.

A figure approached me which then turned in to two, they were clearly men as they were quite large and once I looked up, they spoke no works, they grabbed me by my arms and pulled me up revealing that they were indeed men. They again, were wearing balaclavas which honestly were terrifying because I could just see their beady eyes staring at me.

The dragged me along with them, and I mean literally dragging me. My legs were numb, I couldn't feel my body, I honestly panicked because when I thought I was walking, I could not feel myself moving. Therefore, it felt like they were just dragging me.

As we walked out of the room and down the oddly shaped hallway, I felt my eyes close again, I forced myself to stay awake but I suddenly had an urge to just rest my eyes and fall asleep. This was so strange, a concussion could result in fainting and dizzy spells but I had already fainted, I wasn't dizzy, I was just falling asleep again or majorly confused.

Unless they injected me with something that would make me sleepy and easier for them.

"She ain't heavy," one of them spoke, barely speaking above a mutter, or so I thought.

Everything just felt like an echo.

"With that cake, you'd think she would be" The other said before they both laughed, that sounded loud.

I felt so disgusted but I couldn't do anything.

I also noticed their accents were heavily New York, it was easy to pick up because it was so strong.

We entered a larger space, at this point, I was ready to pass out. But within seconds, I was thrown to the ground which made me whimper in pain as I met the hard concrete ground again. My body ached further but it slightly woke my senses up, as I rolled over and slightly sat up, I was met with 4 men in the room.

But my eyes fell on one person and one person only,

Jason.

He was tied to a chair, his head hung low as he was clearly passed out. I could see blood droplets on his chest and pants but I couldn't see his face so I didn't know whether it was blood from his actual body or from others.

"Wh-what did y-you do to him?" I was stuttering and slurring my words without realising it myself until I actually spoke.

"Why don't you use that mouth for something else" One of them spoke up, the accent was thick on him too.

They all laughed as they looked down at me, they just watched me like I was an animal. I wore Jason's shirt that kept riding up and as much as I tried to keep it covering me as much as possible, it was almost impossible when I felt like I had no control over my body right now.

"What do you want from us?" I asked, I knew I was just going down a dark hole and I was most likely going to frustrate these men but I needed answers, I felt so alone despite Jason being right there.

"We'll let our boss fill you in" Another spoke confidently and seconds later, the door opened. The sound of heels followed shortly after, my attention turned to the tall blonde that made an entrance, another man following behind her who stopped at the door, closing it behind them.

My eyes widened and mouth parted.

Andrea.