Chapter 3

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I couldn't stop thinking about that girl. She looked so familiar.

Why did she run away? Did I do something wrong? These questions circled around in my head.

I kept repeating the incident over in my head. When I told her my name, she looked like she was going to be sick.

I wanted to see her again. Just to ask what I did wrong.

Why was I so obsessive about this? I've never met her in my life.

I rolled over on my side facing the door. I stared at it silently. The sudden thought of Jasey popped into my head. She seemed to be on my mind a lot lately.

I don't know why, it's been almost eight years since that night.

After about fifth-teen minutes of torturous memories, I grabbed my keys. I had to get out, go for a drive; anything to get the thoughts out of my mind.

"Hey man, where are you going?" I heard someone ask. I didn't bother to find out who, I just wanted to get out of there.

"Uh…a drive, I'll be back in a couple of hours." I answered then walked out the door.

Jasey's P.O.V.

"Hey Moooe," I heard someone say from behind me.

"Dean? What the fuck are you doin' here?" she asked staring behind me. I turned to face the person she was staring at. He was about average height, and was top heavy, mostly muscle. He has a buzz cut and wore a black t-shirt with baggy jeans.

I laughed to myself. The grin on his face made me want to slap it off.

"You know why I'm here." He shot a hateful look at her.

"And you are?" I asked crossing my arms across my chest. His eyes shot to me and grinned.

"I'm Dean, and who are you?" He said getting closer and closer to me.

"Get the hell away from her, Dean," I heard Moe yell from behind me, "you want me, not her."

"Why can't I have both?" he grinned and wraps an arm around my waist making me cringe. I tried to wiggle from his grasp but he just held me.

"Stop it!" Moe yelled. I could hear the fear in her voice which made me more scared.

"Dude, let go!" I yelled trying to push him away.

"I don't think so." He said with a forceful expression. I struggled to get out of his grasp, but he just held me tighter and forcefully dragged me to his oversized truck.

"Stop moving, bitch!" he yelled.

Fight back, fight back; don't let him or who knows what'll happen.

Quickly I rammed my elbow into his stomach causing him to release his grip. Once I was released I punched him once more in the stomach knocking the wind out of him.

"You're gonna regret that, bitch!" He yelled holding his stomach.

"Run, Jasey! Go!" I heard Moe yelled.

I did as she commanded and ran as fast as I could. I looked back only once to see Moe steal Dean's car keys and throw them somewhere.

Thank you, Moe.

I ran as fast as I could, I was very in shape so I didn't have to stop and catch my breath.

"Dean! No!" I heard Moe scream from behind me. What was happening? What had he done to my friend?

I turned back once more to see Dean chasing after me. My eyes widen. I saw something shine in his hand. It was cover with fresh blood.

I ran as fast as I could until I was almost blinded by headlights.

I ran in the middle of the road, finally out of breath; unable to talk. I waved my arms around motioning for them to slow down.

They did so.

They must have seen Dean because he yelled for me to hurry my ass up and get in the car.

I climbed into the passenger seat of the black Toyota 4Runner. I didn't even noticed how exhausted I was from the running until I had sat down.

"Thank you so much," I said between breaths.

"What the hell was that about?" the driver asked.

I shook my head trying to catch my breath. Damn. Maybe I wasn't has in shape as I thought.

I didn't bother looking at who was driving, I was just so damn glad someone saved me from getting stabbed and possibly worse. What could be worse than getting stabbed? Raped? Yes.

I finally caught my breath and raked my fingers through my hair.

"Thank you so much, sir. You have no Idea h-" I turned my head to see it was Jack. Jack fucking Barakat. That low like son of a dick head.

He grinned at me. I wish I could slap that grin of his fucking face.

"We really need to stop running into each other like this." He said. I wonder if he's just now realizing it was me. Does he know it's me? Of course not. He's completely clueless.

"Fucking cunt…" I mumbled under my breath low enough so he couldn't hear me.

"Where do you live?" he asked as he drove around.

"Nowhere," I mumbled.

"I'm not going to stalk you or anything. I just want to know you're safe."

Why did he care? Does he remember me but is just playing dumb?

"I told you, I don't live anywhere…" I snapped.

He laughed as If I just told a joke. Fucking son of a bitch.

"No seriously. So I can take you home."

"This is my home."

"Where?"

"Everywhere…" My voice trailed off as I looked down a bit ashamed.

"Oh…um…" his voice trailed off. "Well… I can't just leave you anywhere, considering the fact you just ran up to my car being chased by a fucking psycho."

I shrugged. "I honestly don't want to be around you. I could care less where you dropped me off at." I snapped.

He raised an eyebrow.

The car has gone completely silent, until I broke it.

"Jack!" I said jumping remember Moe's harsh screams.

"Hey you remembered my name!" He grinned.

"No, we need to go back," I pleaded.

"What? Why?" he said, his grin fading.

"No, we have to go back!" I continued to plead in panic.

"Are you on crack? A psycho just chased you like a fat chick on free Buffet day!" he protested trying to lighten the mood with a lame ass joke. Fucking dick, this wasn't the moment to joke around.

Instead of making a smart remark about his childish behavior that obviously hasn't improved since last time I saw him, I kept my comments to myself.

"Please, my friend, she could be hurt. Please. I'm begging you."

He let out a soft sigh and turned around. I pointed him in the direction of where the incident started.

I jump out of the car and ran towards the scene.

"Munro," I yelled, slowing down my pace in shock. "M-…Moe...?" I said as I walked towards the lifeless body that rested on the ground just inches in front of me.

I felt my knees go weak, but I stood still not giving into them. "Moe…" I said hoping she'd respond knowing she wouldn't.

About an hour later I had called the ambulance. But instead of sticking around I headed back to Jack's truck after making the call.

If I had stayed, the cops would have asked what happened, than I'd have to explain everything to them. Then probably be taken back to the station, which I really didn't want to happen considering the fact I was a drug addict.

I know that was selfish but I was too exhausted to care.

"Look… I know you've had a rough night… and I know we don't know each other," that was an understatement I thought to myself as he continued, "but I would feel more conformable if you crashed at my place? Just for tonight?" I heard plead in his tone.

What the hell, am I ever going to get rid of this kid? Well… it is just one night. By tomorrow I'll be up and gone before he even wakes up. Then we can go make to forgetting about each other and life will be normal again.

Who was I kidding; my life has never been normal. But forgetting about Jack seemed to be normal.

Plus, I was exhausted. "Fine. One night. That's it." He nodded and started towards his place.