DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN JASON, CRYSTAL LAKE, OR ANYTHING ELSE BUT MY CHARACTERS :)

Chapter 14

I awaken, who knows how long later, to the sound of footsteps approaching me. My surroundings are pitch black, the last thing I remember was falling asleep during sunset. So I must have been asleep for a few hours.

The footsteps continue to get closer, slowly I begin moving my legs. My body is definitely bruised on my side…

The footsteps stop right next to me, I begin feeling hands slide under my figure and lift me up. My body rests against a familiar chest as I am carried through the woods.

Slowly I open my eyes and look up to see a familiar hockey mask looking ahead of us. He found me…

"…J..Jason…"

He looks down at me, the darkness making his eyes unviewable behind his mask, he looks ahead and continues walking.

I allow my body to relax against him as he carries me through the woods.

Everything fades away as I fall asleep once again.

I awaken in a familiar comfortable bed, opening my eyes I find myself back in my room in the log cabin.

What happened last night…?

Slowly I realize arms around my waist and my back against a softly breathing body.

It must be Jason, thank god he is alright…

Slowly I place my hand on his gloved hand and entwine my fingers between his.

His fingers slowly hold mine, slightly closing his hand.

He is awake?

I feel his mask against the back of my head slowly move away from me and his hands move away from my body as he slowly lies me on my back to look at him.

His brown eyes hold a soft emotion within them.

"…what happened last night…?"

Jason remains silent, watching me. Slowly he reaches for one of the nightstands near him and grabs a small notebook and pen and begins writing.

After about 30 seconds of him writing, he shows me the paper.

'Your father tried having the police kill me. Once your father took you away, I took care of the police man quickly. After I killed him, I took that chance to relocate myself and stalk the other police who came to the spot I once was. I killed them off one by one until none of them remained. Your father also tried to join them in killing me, he didn't get any further than the others did.'

"…so you killed my father…?"

Jason slowly nods, once he nods he quickly writes something before I have time to react.

'He deserved his fate for treating you like he did. That was wrong.'

"I know Jason…" Slowly looking down I allow my brain to process this information.

He places the notebook and pen down and pulls me against him gently in a hug, feeling sorry for what he did.

Gently I lean against him, no tears forming. I never had a close relationship with my father. He never exactly claimed his role of a father in my life. Like I said, he always looked at me as a curse and blamed me for the death of my mother.

I was forced to take the blame my entire life, as well as being bullied in school because of it. People in school found out because they always wondered why I always got silent when they spoke about their own mothers and I made the mistake of believing they will respect the fact I lost my mother. Instead they took this chance to make my life a living hell, in school and out.

He slowly unwraps from me and looks into my eyes, seeming to be surprised that I am not crying, he slowly strokes my hair in comfort.

I smile up at him a little, making him smile as well. He gets off the bed and gently leads me off the bed, knowing I might have trouble standing.

I slowly crawl towards him and get myself to stand, him holding me up so I don't hurt myself.

He decides to pick me up and carry me into the bathroom.

"Do I smell bad…?"

He shakes his head no as he places me on the counter. He walks over to the shower/tub and turns it on, making it warm.

He turns and faces me and stands and approaches me, now standing in front of me.

I look into his eyes behind his mask, which hold a caring emotion in them.

"…You want me to take a bath…?"

He nods.

"…I don't think I'm well enough to clean myself though…"

He nods again, seeming to have already thought this over. He looks away from me, most likely letting me undress.

Slowly I do so.

Once I am completely naked, I wrap my arms around myself and begin to climb off the counter.

Jason turns as he hears me move and immediately turns around and grabs my waist and picks me up.

"Jason I'm fine…I'm sure I can stand now…"

He shakes his head no as he carries me over to the tub.

I'm surprised yet not surprised that he isn't looking over my body like a normal guy would be in this situation. But at the same time he isn't a normal guy…

I am slowly placed into the tub as it continues filling up. The warm water soothes my muscles and my purple side.

Jason begins to remove his gloves from his hands, as well as remove his jacket, revealing his tattered shirt and bare arms.

He has so many scars on his arms…varying from small ones to large deep ones. He also has large muscles…not surprisingly…since killing is a tough thing to do and takes quite some muscle.

He grabs a bottle of conditioner, going to clean my hair with it.

"No, not that one. You do this one first." I grab the shampoo and squeeze some onto his hand as he places the conditioner down.

"I'm sure I can clean myself though Jason…"

He shakes his head no again as he rubs the shampoo into my hair.

"coat it completely…"

He does so and works it into a lather as bubbles form on his hands, he pauses and looks at his hands. I giggle.

"Bubbles are cool huh?"

He nods.

I slowly move my body down the tub and lower my head under the water and begin rinsing my hair.

Instantly I am grabbed and pulled up out of the water in a sitting position as fingers move the hair out of my face, I open my eyes and look at him, his breathing fast and his eyes wide.

"What was that for?"

He slowly stops and calms his frantic breathing and calms down as he sees I'm alright.

"Jason…I wasn't going to drown…I'm good with water." I giggle.

He slowly nods as he releases me.

I resume rinsing out my hair until no soap is left, I rise my upper half up, wincing in pain from using my muscles. He instantly helps me sit up completely as he notices this, worry in his eyes.

"I'm ok Jason…" I giggle. "Just a bit sore…" His fingers gently rub my bruised side, causing me to whine in pain and wince. He immediately pulls his hand away from me and balls it in a fist and looks at it, I can tell he is mentally yelling at himself for hurting me.

I reach for his mask's cheek as I turn his head to face me, his eyes look into mine.

"It's ok. I promise. You didn't hurt me very much…" I say with a smile.

He looks down and slowly nods.

"Now you use the conditioner, which was in the bottle you had first."

He grabs the bottle and puts a large amount on his hand, I quickly stop him. "Not that much…just a tiny bit."

He grabs toilet paper and removes 90% of the conditioner off his hand and throws it into the trash. Well…that's one way to do it I guess.

Jason then applies it to my hair and I put a bit of water on it and he spreads it throughout my hair, guessing the same thing applies with this, which it does.

I rinse out my hair once again.

After I finish I look at him, "do you want to clean my body? Or not?"

He slowly shrugs.

I hand him a loofah and the body wash bottle, he inspects the loofah, obviously new to it.

I giggle and watch him as he feels it. "It's a loofah. It helps clean people. It is a lot better than a cloth."

He nods and applies soap to it and begins to clean my body. As he approaches my side, he tenses up, not wanting to hurt me again.

"Just leave it, it will be ok."

He nods and continues to clean my body, letting me clean certain places he wouldn't have felt comfortable cleaning.

Once I rinse off he slowly lifts me out of the bath and throws down a towel and places me on it. He slowly begins drying me off.

I grab another towel and wrap it around my hair, his eyes widen at my towel creation. I laugh.

"It is a hair-hat-thing…it keeps my hair from dripping everywhere." In mid-sentence he pokes it. "And yes my hair is wrapped up inside it." I watch as his eyes widen more as he slowly tilts his head, I can't help but laugh out loud at this.

Once I am dried off I pull the towel off my head and get Jason to hang up the towels. After this he picks me up gently and carries me back into the bedroom and places me on the bed and covers my body up in the blanket.

Jason begins searching through my drawers for my nightgown I wear nightly, even though its daytime, it seems like he doesn't want me going anywhere today. Which I understand completely.

Our relationship has definatley changed a lot since we first met two months ago…