Intentions | Jason McCann |

Chapter 31 - She's Out There

| Savanna |

I felt useless. My friends had to leave as the night was falling and they actually had college to attend; as much as they begged to stay. I was on bed rest until I had my stitches out which I think was a little bit of a stretch considering I had 5 days until I could have them out, I was going to go crazy indoors. I felt safer and more secure, after hearing my mom say there was still a threat, I didn't feel comfortable leaving my house because I didn't want to be taken again. I know I may sound like a cry baby, but I honestly was still traumatised from the kidnapping.

My leg felt like hell. Honestly, when my mom and Dr said it was looking good after receiving stitches, that was all it was, it most definitely did not feel good. It was sore and because it was in such an awkward position, right on the middle of my thigh, it was like I couldn't move without feeling some kind of pull.

I couldn't attend college and that was my biggest concern, I was missing out on so much content, i was bound to fail. My college were aware that I had sustained an injury but of course, they didn't know it was because I was taken. I checked my emails all day long, trying to catch up on content as my professors were kind enough to upload the work on to our online portal so that I could continue my learning but in all honesty, my pain relief medication was really affecting me mentally. I felt tired all the time, I worked at sloth pace and I couldn't focus on something for too long; I hated it.

I had not heard from Jason at all. I don't know why I expected him to considering my parents literally had a list of people who could enter our house, and anyone not on the list was not allowed access. Nevertheless, it was all with reason. But, the time spent in my room or just in this house made my mind focus on Jason more. I was used to waking up and having some kind of humour with Jason's friends and then finding Jason acting moody as ever with me. His angry face never changed around me, he only got angrier. I even missed him commenting on my outfits every two seconds and forcing me to cover up, because he made me cover up with his sweatshirt. It always smelt of him, it was so big and comfy, it felt like I was in his arms; as cringe as that sounded. I remembered the night we were taken, although, he was super mad at me for attending the party, it ended in the least expected way possible. I don't know what would have happened if we weren't interrupted, I remember feeling this urge to want him so badly. His touch, the way he held me and spoke to me, the control he possessed whilst doing so little, it was almost like I was lost in a trance that night, trusting him to do what he wanted because it just felt so good.

I missed him.

On day five, I woke up, threw on a pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt and  left my room, heading downstairs to find my dad who was going to be taking me to get my stitches removed.

I heard voices in the living room and as I moved closer and leaned against the doorframe, I couldn't help but listen.

"So that was a dead end too? Is this girl invisible or something?" The voice of Maria was heard, annoyance present.

"She has motives, her brothers were killed in front of her and she knows Jason McCann is still alive, therefore, I am guessing she isn't going to be coming out anytime soon"

There was only one person they could be talking about. My stomach dropped to my heart once I realised exactly who they were talking about.

Andrea was alive.

"We will discuss this later, I have a meeting with the Bonanno, they serve with good purpose." My dad spoke before I heard the sound of shuffling which instantly made me back away. I rushed to the stairs as he walked out so it looked like I was only just coming downstairs.

"Wow, I'm surprised I didn't have to drag you out of bed" He said, watching as I approached him.

"Well if you were stuck in your room for 5 days, you'd be pretty eager to get out too" I know probably sounded a little sassy and even insensitive but in all honestly, I hadn't spoken properly with my parents, not since I had been home. I could hear them arguing constantly, they would quieten down every time I came in to the room which only frustrated me more because I think I deserved to know what was going on and yet, they still babied me.