DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN JASON, CRYSTAL LAKE, OR ANYTHING ELSE BUT MY CHARACTERS :)
Chapter 10
As I await Jason's return, I decided to look through the notes he has written me so far.
'You are different from anyone else I have ran into.'
'You are clean, you don't do bad things. Intruders normally have the scent of alcohol on their breath, the scent of drugs. You don't have any of that. You don't go around having sex with everyone. I have a feeling you are full of innocence. Something tells me I need to keep you. Keep you as mine.'
Keep me as his...? I'm not sure I really understand what he meant by that...keep me like a pet or something...? I sure hope not...
'I am growing to care. I know how it feels to have those emotions.'
I am still very shocked he wrote this...he cares...? Jason Voorhees cares about someone in this world...and its me? Maybe he was just trying to make me feel better...who knows...
...but every time I read it I feel something in my stomach...maybe this is what it feels to have 'butterflies' in your stomach? I also get very warm inside...as does my face. I know I am definitely keeping this note.
Smiling to myself, I tuck away the note under the mattress again. What will he think if he finds them there...? Being horded and saved...will he think I'm weird? Why am I worrying about this anyway...?
Tucking all the notes under the mattress, I stand and walk over to one of the windows and peer out it, looking around to see if I can spot him. No luck...he must be pretty deep in the woods.
...what will happen if I scream for him..?
My eyes widen in wonder. How will he react? Will he come to protect me or will he not?
Only one way to find out...
Building up the most violent scream I can create, I release it.
"JASONNNNN!"
My own voice ringing in my ears, I settle down and wait.
Literally not even 3 minutes later...
A loud crash erupts from the door, I practically jump out of my skin at the sudden loud noise and watch as Jason literally bursts through the door, machete in hand. He looks as though he is ready to butcher someone to death...his eyes lock on me immediately then they begin searching the room frantically.
After catching sight of no one, he approaches me...the way he is walking and watching me...I can tell he is furious...
He grabs me by the arm and pulls me roughly to my feet, I let out a loud whine in pain from the roughness, he forces me to look into his eyes.
He looks as though he is about to explore my insides with his machete...
He shakes me roughly, his eyes giving me the message of 'Tell me what the fuck happened!'
"...I..I'm sorry...I..only wanted...to see what would happen..."
His eyes hold more boiling anger as I admit my reasoning to him shamefully. He suddenly throws me down on the mattress out of pure anger very roughly, causing my body to bounce back up an inch off the mattress due to the springs' recoil.
"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that! I know that now...I was curious about whether or not you would come and protect me or not even bother..." I look up at him hesitantly...not really wanting to see his reaction to my words.
His eyes bore into me with anger, an anger that seems to have calmed down slightly. He turns away from me, looking at the doorway. I follow his eyes, the door is lying on the ground...or what is left of it I should say...as the whole thing is basically in a million pieces.
His fists begin to shake very slightly, telling me his rage is building again...
"...maybe...we can find a new place for me...like the house my friends were in...it has plenty of food...running water...and a clean place for us to sleep..." I state to him, my voice quiet, not wanting to anger him even further.
"You could actually live in a large house...with heat and water...and I could cook stuff for us..." His fists slowly begin to relax as he turns and looks at me, his eyes seem to be contemplating over possibly considering it.
"...like I said...if I try to leave this area...you have full permission to kill me...you can torture me or whatever you prefer...plus you have a huge advantage over me..and I would rather live here with you than in the real world..."
His eyes observe me for a minute, he suddenly sheaths his machete and points to me, then immediately points to the floor. Basically telling me to stay in the cabin. He turns and leaves the cabin.
...that whole thing definitely not a good idea...
I sit and wait for what seems like forever until he returns. He approaches me and picks me up off the bed.
"Wait! Put me down! Just for a second!"
Confused, he places me back down. I gather the notes in my hands from under the mattress and let him pick me up again. He carries me back to the cabin my friends and I were staying at the night before.
As he enters the house, he puts me down inside and shuts the door. I look around and my eyes widen.
Most of the house I can see from the doorway is minorly destroyed...as if there was a small struggle in the living room. Probably from Marissa...
Jason walks off inside the house and checks out the rooms, I head upstairs and back to my room I was staying in. Everything up on the second story hasn't been touched at all. I grab my bag and place the notes inside it.