Jason's Point of View:
When I got out from my shower I saw that I had a text from Vanessa. A smile instantly lit up on my face. The colors of my face drained after I read her text message. I debated on if she was just kidding. No, she wouldn't joke about something like this. I pulled a pair of sweat pants over and a shirt. I grabbed my hoodie on the way out with my phone in my hand and drove to John's house. That bastard better not have girls over right now.
"What?" He sounded annoyed at the door.
"Vanessa. She's in trouble!"
"Hm. Why are you here?" He asked leaning against the doorframe.
"She's part of us. No man gets left behind." I gritted my teeth trying to keep my anger in check.
"Jason, last time I checked, you didn't want her to be a part of us. You said it was better for her to stay away from us. Why would you even have the idiotic brain to bring that up?"
"John. I'm not kidding." I balled my hands into fists at my side.
"Kid. I don't help with your personal life. Now get the fuck off my property." And he slammed the door in my face.
I stormed off. On my way back to my car I found a rock the size of a size 12 shoe and I picked up the heavy object and threw it into John's window. That bitch will learn to fuck with me. I heard the shattering glass and saw John coming toward the window and started yelling words at me with words that I didn't care about. All I needed was to know where she was. I didn't care where. I'd go there and bring her out safely. I felt this heavy feeling in my chest. Guilt, worry, sorrow. What if they did something to her? I had a pretty good idea who "they" were. Must be Cole and his sick little sister. If only I knew where they were… I went back home quickly and on the way there I called Vanessa's cellphone. Maybe she still has it with her. A girl's voice picked up. But it wasn't Vanessa's. A more… Higher voice. It was his sister.
"Give the fucking phone to your brother." I shouted into the phone.
"I have your little sex toy and I'm not giving her back." I heard that and it made me clutch the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.
I got back home and saw my dad sitting on the couch watching TV. I didn't bother to say anything to him when he said hi to me. I rushed up to my room and flipped my bed upside down and took out that silver gun I had down there. I grabbed some extra bullets and hid it under my hoodie. I changed into jeans and grabbed my pocket knife and stuffed it in the pocket. Along with a lighter. I feel safer with a lighter. I just do.
I ran to my car with my backpack with a whole bunch of other weapons and… Extra clothes. Who knows… This might, probably will turn out bad. I slung it onto the passenger seat and drove off. I still had no idea where I was driving to. All I know was that I couldn't stay in one place. I knew I had to calm down and think. But my mind and heart was racing too fast above it's normal speed for me think properly. I stepped down hard on the brake causing my body to launch forward but held back by my seatbelt. Fuck. I need to calm down. Where the fuck would they be? I slammed my head down hard on the steering wheel as if it would stop all these thoughts going on in my head, driving me insane. My left hand clutched my chest and I felt myself tearing up. She might be hurt right now and I'm being the selfish jerk just sitting in my car. I pulled out my phone to check the time that the text was received at. Not too long ago. I went up farther. Still not clear on where I was going. I was a white van drive past me from up the hill where there was an abandoned warehouse. White van? The fuck. In this time of night? My mind started racing. Cole probably got other people to do the dirty work for him with kidnapping her. I went full speed to the warehouse. There's a huge chance. Even not, at least I'm going somewhere instead of just sitting there letting my guilt and worry eat me alive.
When I got to the warehouse I saw that there was lights. I left my backpack in the car and got out. I made sure my gun was loaded. If he touched her, I'll fucking bust his skull in pieces. I opened the door slowly and creeped in. There was a big room and a higher level with smaller rooms. It was like a big rusty, dirty mansion.
"Cole! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE!" I shouted once I stood in the middle of the room and made sure there were no traps around me.
"Oh he's busy fucking that whore right now. He probably can't hear you over her moans. Sorry, but you have me." His sister stepped out in a bra and short shorts.
"Where the fuck are they?" I pointed my gun straight at her.
I honestly didn't give a fuck anymore. She will die here along with her brother.
"Oh Jason. You're so fucking hot right now." She said and took a step toward me.
My face turned into one full of disgust as I left her and ran up the stairs. I opened every single door until I found them.
What I saw made my heart clutch in pain. She was handcuffed to the bed and that fucking bastard was raping her. I aimed my gun at him and about to pull the trigger when a baseball bat slammed down onto my hand and his head turned my way.
"NOT WHEN I'M AROUND YOU WON'T!" His bitchy sister screamed.
I tested out my fingers to see if they were broken. Thank God not. Cole was putting his pants on leaving Vanessa to cry on the bed. She looked so vulnerable. Her neck had many handprints and cuts.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER NECK?" I screamed as I tackled him down.
"JASON!" I heard Vanessa's panic scream behind me.
My fist met his face again as I punched down on his nose.
"Haha! You left your fucking mark on her. I needed to leave MY mark. Those cuts will turn into scars and she'll have them for the rest of her life!" He let out a sick laugh and I was about to punch down on his mouth when I was called back by Vanessa's hurtful crying voice.
I got up and went to her and got the handcuffs off with force and cut the ropes off with the knife he had on the table.
"Come fight me like a man. No weapons." Cole said standing up on his feet again.
"HAHAH! Your gonna need the weapon you weak piece of shit." I spit out.
"Try me, McCann."
"Let's go." I said as I held my world tightly in my arms.
"No, Jason. Don't." She cried out into my chest.
"No. Sorry, but I can't listen to you this time. I love you, I'll be right back." I kissed her head softly and walked out.
Vanessa's Point of View:
When I saw Jason walk through that door I knew everything would be alright. I was indeed a little surprise when John didn't come in after him. He started to beat Cole and I felt so incredibly happy. That fucking piece of shit raped me, cut my neck. Good thing was that I don't scar very easily. I prayed to God that I wouldn't now. He cut at almost everywhere on my neck. I would be so ugly if it decided to scar. When I heard Cole challenge Jason to a fight my heart started to pound harder than before. Jason of course took the fight on. I knew he would. I don't want to see him get hurt. I had strong confidence in him that he would win, but I still wanted him without a single scratch which was impossible. When Jason walked out of the room I was sitting on the ground putting on my clothes and the hoodie that Jason took off for me to keep warm as he went downstairs with Cole. I heard sounds of punches and kicks and I sat there with my eyes close and arms around my leg like a ball and repeated all of the prayers that I knew of and prayed to God that Jason would he the one walking back up here instead of Cole. I don't know how long I was sitting there but my attention was pulled back when I heard Liz cry out
"YOU FUCKING CHEATED!"
I ran out and stood there holding onto the railing of the ramp as I looked down. I saw a bloody Jason hunched over Cole's corpse. Then I saw and heard the impact of the metal that Jason dropped in his hand. A bloody knife. A pocket knife. Jason cheated. He pulled out a weapon. My face was just there starring. My eyes dragged themselves to Liz who was dining toward Jason from behind with a knife in her hand. Not while I'm here I thought to myself. I crawled to Jason's gun near the door and aimed it at her. I can't let her even get close to Jason. I held it with both hands and pulled the trigger. My body was pushed back a little from the impact of the gun shot. I closed my eyes but I also heard a girl scream out in pain. Liz's scream. I opened my eyes to see her fall to the ground with a bullet in her left chest. I just killed her. I turned my head to see Jason gapping at me.
I dropped the gun and ran down into Jason's arms. As soon as I hit his chest tears were streaming out of my eyes. I JUST KILLED SOMEONE! I can't believe this! How could I have pulled the trigger? Was it impulse on for someone I love? WAS IT BECAUSE OF ALL THE HATE I HAD TOWARD HER?
"Shh, baby. It's alright. I'm here. Babe, stop crying." Jason repeated it after the other and was rubbing my back up and down fast to calm me down.
"Vanessa, I love you." He pulled my face up and kissed me.
He didn't stop until I kissed him back.
"Baby. I know you're very scared, shocked, sorry, worried but you need to listen to me."
"Yeah." I stuttered out.
"Kay. I need you to help me set this place on fire. We need to destroy as much as we can. Can you help me do that, sweetheart?" Jason held me at arms length and looked me straight in the eyes. He was dead serious.
I nodded slowly. I was getting the hiccups. Jason ran outside and brought back jugs of gasoline. I did what he did. We pretty much soaked the bodies in gasoline and everything else was wet from it. Jason then led me back to the car. He threw the jugs into the warehouse and put me in his car and buckled my seat belt for me. He kissed my lips quickly and close my door. I saw him run past the car and stood at the front of the warehouse. He pulled out his lighter and lit the flame up and ran back to the car. He had already started the engine so we drove off. I turned my head back to see the flame getting bigger and bigger, slowly it swallowed the whole place up.
"Jason…" I started.
"Shh, baby. Give me a minute."
I nodded my head and looked straight ahead. Jason had both of his hands on the wheel and was looked like he wasn't even there. Just his body was, his mind and soul was somewhere else.
end notes: not gonna name names, but some bitch (Justin Bieber) doesn't wanna wish me happy birthday today, so I'm kinda bummed. He doesn't wanna acknowledge my existence.