I started a game with Mr. McCann and I'm loving it. It's fun, it's bad and it's wicked: It was just the way I planned.

"If they catch you-" "I know what'll happen, but I stopped giving a fuck about them the day I met you." [Jason McCann fan fiction written by demileyy-fanfics]

"Love will fuck you up more then drugs ever will, trust me.." ⇝ "LET ME GO!! I don't love you and I NEVER will !" I shouted at the top of my lungs. At this point, I didn't care. I didn't care what the consequences of my outburst were; I didn't care if he'd kill me or not; All I cared about was going home. Back to my famiy. Back to my friends. Back to my life. "Take. That. Back." He murmured, taking slow steps towards me. I looked up, watching him come closer to me as his breathing was unsteady. I slowly backed up. I was scared out of my mind, but I wouldn't let that get in the way of my freedom. "You're a monster. I will NEVER love you.." I mumbled, hoping he didn't hear me. But I should know by now that he hears everything he's not supposed to. His bloodshot eyes widened, peering at mine. His jaw was clenching as he grasped at his blonde hair. He looked around the room, before his gaze was on me again. Oh shit. He agressively pulled his gun out of his pants and aimed it to my chest. "I said. Take that back !" He spat, shouting loudly. His teeth were gritted as his chest went up and down roughly. At that exact moment, I was stoned. And not because there was a gun aimed to my chest; But because of the single sparkly tear that rolled down his cheek. Wait a second; do monsters have feelings too ?.. ⇝ Copyright © 2017 I claim copyright protection on this work. No rights are extended to you; reader of my work.

→ SEQUEL TO SHE'S MINE BOOK TWO → "Are you aware that you were kidnapped by Jason McCann?" The detective asks. What? Did he confess to everything? I sat their watching him closely. There's no way I'm going to say anything. I'm not giving in to anything this cop is trying to lower me in. I just sat there silently. I don't have to answer any of his questions right? I hope Jason isn't. "Because, Jason has confessed that he kidnapped you. He says you were his victim." He says. Why ask if you already know everything? Why would Jason even tell them that? "Can you tell me what you specifically remember?" His eyes are studying mine closely. The detective has an intimidating look as he watches me. His face softens as he eventually leans closer, placing his crossed hands on the rusted table. "I know you're scared but you don't have to be. He's gone. You're safe. He will never hurt you again. He's going to get what he deserves." He whispers soothingly. Is that supposed to make me feel better? What does he deserve? "The death penalty?" I ask emotionally. "Most likely." He says, confirming my deepest nightmare. This can't be happening. Copyright 2016. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

[Highest Rank ~ #1 in Fanfiction] 7/18/2016 BOOK ONE → "YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE ME!" He screamed. You stared down at the silver pistol that was dangling in his hands. You watched the man that had the fate of your life in his hand. You were beyond scared. the man in front of you was handsome yet fatal. His face was something you've never seen before but the shiny contraption in his hand snapped you out of your thoughts. "I DONT LOVE YOU & I NEVER WILL!" You shouted at the top of your lungs, all of sudden becoming brave. Once you saw his face, you regretted your bravery. "Take it back." He whispered while holding the gun up to your head. A tear streamed down his face as you watched his shaky hand clutch onto the trigger. + Copyright 2015. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.