Chpt.9
I woke up feeling slight pain and some dampness on my arm. I looked over to see blood seeping from my skin where some of my stitches came undone.
"Crap." I grunted. I must have moved my arm to much while I was sleeping. I sat up, and looked at Jason's jacket that was warming me.
It was sturdy, but snug. I was tempted to hug it for comfort, but I shook my head. The jacket belonged to Jason. The man I hated.
I stood up from the couch and looked around. I could hear a 'thunking' sound coming from nearby. I then saw Jason, throwing small knives at a make shift dart board.
"Jason." I stated. He turned around quickly and threw a knife my way. It whizzed pass my face about a centimeter away. He did it to scare me. It didn't work.
"If you were aiming for my head, you missed." I informed, then held out his jacket. "Thank you for letting me have this last night." Jason took the jacket without saying a word, and placed it on.
"You were talking in your sleep." he said abruptly, breaking the awkward silence between us. "It was annoying." he added as he aimed a knife at the board.
"How was I annoying?" I inquired.
"Didn't get much sleep. You were screaming in Spanish. I caught Ramon's name several times." he informed. I was silent. I did miss my brother a lot, and I also missed my pseudo father. I guess my subconscious did as well.
"Indi!" I heard him exclaim, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"What?" I questioned a bit dazed. He grabbed my arm.
"You're bleeding! What did you do to the stitches!" he yelled, making me flinch.
"I don't know, I woke up with it like that." I explained. Jason walked over to a black bag and took out some galls. He walked over to me, grabbed my arm, and started to wrap it.
"How did you know that I wasn't going to rape you?" Jason questioned as he wrapped my arm.
"Because I know you." Jason finished wrapping my arm, but didn't let me go.
"You know I was just trying to get you to talk last night, right?" he questioned, his voice sounding urgent.
"Yes." I nodded.
"So, you know I didn't mean some of the stuff I said." he stated, and what he said caused me to raise an eyebrow.
"What do you…"
"Never mind." he cut me off shortly. He then seemed to push the thought out of his head and stated,
"I found a guy who has some information on Black Mask. We need to meet him tonight at ten."
"Alright." I nodded. I hoped that once Jason and I fixed the entire mess with Black mask, I'd be able to go home, grab my original dimension hopper, and pick up Ramon. I could hardly imagine what he was going through at that moment.
Dick, I really hope you can comfort him. I thought to myself with a sigh. Jason saw the look on my face and smirked,
"Thinking about your brother?" I glared at him. He knew I loved my brother, and letting him go was hard for me.
"Shut up." I hissed. Jason grabbed my shoulder forcefully, but I didn't wince or flinch at his touch.
"Being awfully rude, don't you think?" he questioned.
"I have my reasons to be." I stated. Jason grabbed my chin and tilted it up to face him. I glared at him, not enjoying his grasp on me.
"If you act nicer to me, I may not rip out those stitches." he threatened. Now that I didn't have Ramon's safety to worry about, I could be myself. I grew as a person since when I first met Jason. Surprisingly he helped me grow.
I raised my arm and started to unravel the galls, but Jason stopped me.
"What are you doing?" he questioned.
"Getting this out of the way so you can rip out my stitches." I answered. Jason looked at me in frustration and slapped my face, sending me to the ground.
"Do not get smart with me." he growled.
"I don't give a crap about you!" I exclaimed and stormed back to where the couch was. I felt so much anger building up in my stomach.
I snapped and started punched the couch.
"I hate you." I whispered over and over as I continued to punch. My arm was starting to burn from under my galls. I probably ripped another one of my stitches, but I didn't care. Tears started to streak my face as I let out my anger and frustration.
"Indira!" I heard someone exclaimed but it was only an echo in my head. When I went on my punching spasms I blocked everything out.
"Indira!" I snapped out of my daze and Jason was holding my arms back from punching the couch. "Indira your bleeding! Your stitches must've come undone!" he shouted.
"Good!" I screamed. Jason looked at me with concern written on his face.
"Indira, what were you doing?" he questioned. I squirmed to get out of his hold, but he kept me there. I could hardly see straight with the tears blurring my vision.
"What did it look like? I was letting out my anger." I informed. He sat me down on the couch and then sat next to me.
"Indi, I used to cope that way too, but it's harmful. It's the worst way to cope." he stated.
"It's the only way I know how! The only two who could make me feel remotely better are dead or staying with people they don't even know!" I shook my head. "And it's all your fault! Your fault! All of it! I hate you! Do you hear me? I HATE Y-" I didn't finish my sentence. He wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I hardly knew what to do. I curled up and sobbed into his shoulder.
"You'll understand why I did what I did Indi." he whispered as I continued to sob.
"Shhh. Se establecen Bajita. Shhh. Resolver." Settle down Bajita. Settle. He soothed as he rubbed my back.
I hate him so much! I thought in frustration. Why is he doing this to me? Why does he have to act like he cares! I know he doesn't! I'm just a player in a game to him! That's all!
I wanted to kick myself for feeling comforted in Jason's arms.
