Chapter 8: Pride

Jason hated me now. He really, really hated me. I could almost see a fire burning in his eyes. A fire that wanted to burn me. Destroy me.

"More out!" He shouted, "I want you gone out of my place and out of my life."

"I didn't do it," I finally got some guts to stand up for myself, "I saw who did but it wasn't me."

"How can you even lie to me after all this. I took you in from the freezing cold. I became your friend after you robbed my friend, and now. What the hell do you do to repay me? You try to destroy Carly."

He was wrong, so wrong. But what the hell, it's not like he'll believe me even if I did tell him the truth.

Suddenly I saw a figure moving behind Jason. His back was turned to the penthouse door and the man behind him was lurking with a gun in his hands.

"Jason, move out the way." that was all I could mutter out.

"What the fuck. You do this to me, to my friends who are like my family, and now you ask me to move out of your highness way? You make me sick."

I saw the man behind him, with his gun pointed at Jason. The same man that cut Carly's hair.

I had too much pride to let him shoot Jason. Even though I hated him at this moment, I was too full of pride to let Jason die. I grabbed a gun from the desk and aimed it at the man.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jason asked.

"Protecting your sorry ass." I said and fired the gun.

Surprisingly, the man ran and wasn't hit.

I saw Jason fall to the ground. Only then I realized what I've done. The bullet missed the man and hit Jason instead.

I threw down the gun and walked out because now I just had too much pride to explain to him that I really protected him rather then shot him.