The Innocent and The Evil

Well shit...

"Wait! Jason! Just leave it alone. I'm fine. See!" I spun a 360 to show him that I was fine, but me being so clumbsy, I fell flat on my face. He sighed and turned away to go sit on the couch. "You act like your so innocent." I mumbled. He stopped in his tracks and turned to me.

"What was that?" I scoffed. "You heard me Jason. You know that you're not so innocent either. Or did you forget?" I wanted to know. "Stop..." Jason whispered. "Do you remember that night, or that month I was in a coma from almost being beat to death." He looked away. "You thought I was cheating when you were the one screwing my best friend." "I said STOP!" I jumped. "What are you gonna do? Hit me?" He shook his head. "I didn't know... Jake told me--" I rolled my eyes. "Jake told you this, Jake told you that. I don't care what Jake told you!" "Well I do! I'd believe him over anyone!" He yelled back. "Yeah, I know. You believed him over me." I shrugged. "It was a mistake coming here. I'm sorry..." I grabbed my purse and shoes. "Wait, don't leave please..." I shook my head and walked past him to the door, making sure to slightly bump his shoulder.

Opening the door, I started to walk down the street.

You know, my life isn't shitty, but it could be better. I'm just stressed. A car came up behind me and honked the horn, scaring the shit outta me. I turned to see Sarah.

"Figured id find you around these parts." She giggled. God, I love this girl.

Hopping into the passenger seat of the car, she started down the street. I sighed. Sarah looked over my way before returning her eyes back to the road.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Sighing again for what felt like the millionth time tonight. "You never told me why you did it..." I turned to her to see her face paling by the second. She knew what I was talking about the moment the words left my lips. "Uh, Frankie, I thought we got past this?" I nodded my head. "I am, I'm not mad anymore. I was just curious because you never told me why you slept with my boyfriend."

She took a deep breath before hopefully telling me what happened that night so long ago... "Are you sure you want to hear this?" She asked, just above a whisper. I nodded.

"It was right after my dad died, he was the only one I had left and he was gone. Jason came over to give his condolences to Jake, my brother." I nodded for her to continue. "Jason was on his way to Jake's room when he passed my bedroom door, I guess he heard me crying. He was just trying to help me stop crying, is all. Nothing more, and honestly? I don't know how it became something more than that. I would never hurt you on purpose. I regret it terribly and if I could go back and change it, I would but we all know I can't..." she summed it all up with a sniffle. I know she would never purposely hurt me but just because it was an accident, doesn't mean it didn't hurt, ya know?

Till this day, she still doesn't know the real reason I was in a coma for almost a month. No one does. I don't want them to look at Jason differently. My parents adore Jason. Of course they don't approve of his line of work but they know he would do anything in his power to protect my family and I. My parents believe I was jumped, that's how bad I was beaten. The funny thing is, after that I still love him and he's the one who broke my heart.

It was pretty much quiet on the ride back to my house. "My parents won't be home until tomorrow evening. So I guess I'm here alone for a while." I told Sarah. She nodded and gave me hug. Once I was safely out of the car, she gave me one last wave before heading back to her house. I walked up my front door steps. I puffed out air as I was searching my purse for my keys. Once I had the cold metal in my hands I went to unlock the door when I realized it was already slightly ajar.

Now I know what your thinking, I should run right? But! Do you know how much money is in my damn house?! But maybe I should call for just a little back up, yeah? I pulled out my phone to dial Jason's number. Putting it up to my ear I waited for him to pick up.

"What is it, Frankie? I'm kinda busy." He answered, sounding slightly irritated.
"Someone is in my house, Jason! Come help me!" I whispered/ yelled into the receiver on my phone.

"Are you sure? I'm doing something important and I can't really just up and leave with out it being an emergency." He said, sighing. I whimpered. "Jason, I'm sure. I went up to my door to unlock it after Sarah dropped me off and the door was like cracked."

"Are you sure you just didn't leave it open when you left yesterday?" He asked me. I rolled my eyes even though I know he can't see me. "The locked is broken. I'm pretty sure I didn't do that before I left." I exclaimed.
"Shit..."

"So are you gonna come save me or not?!" I threw my hands in the air. I could practically hear the smile in his voice when he said, "I'll always be there to save you, Baby Girl. Be there in 3 minutes. Okay? Just get away from the house. I love you, be there soon." I hung up. I really hate when he does that. He knows I can't say it back. I don't know why anymore, I just can't.

I backed up from the house when I heard glass break and a very faint "Shit." Although I barely heard it. I knew that voice. I sighed. "This is so gonna end badly..." I said to myself as I walked up to the door and pushed it open. As I was walking through the front hallway I heard a crunch under my feet. I stepped back and looked down. There was glass broken from a picture frame.
Picking up the picture to see which one was broke, I turned on my phone to have a little light. It was the picture of my brother and I. It was taken a week before he died. He was chasing me because I was wearing his favorite shirt, the picture was taken right before he caught me. I smiled and ran my finger gently over his face. I held the picture to my chest and said, "Help me through this, Bubby."

I continued my walk to the kitchen where there was light in the dark house. The fridge was opened and that was the light I saw down the hall. I flicked on the kitchen light and the boy turned around with a pepsi in his hands.
"Why in God's name are you in my damn house?!" I screamed. "I wanted to talk to you. Why else?" Harry asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I scoffed and looked down at my watch. 2 minutes have passed. Jason's gonna be here any second.
"You need to leave and you need to leave now." I said, grabbing his hand to try to pull him to the door but he snatched his hand from me. "Look I'm trying to help you. I called a friend because I thought someone broke in my house--" "someone did break in your house, me." He said nonchalantly. I sighed. "Yes, and now you need to leave because my friend is not going to be happy when he finds you here, Harry."

"Oh, so you're Harry?" Jason asked. "Wow, you made things a lot easier for me. Now I don't have to find you." Harry looked at me. "Who is this guy?" As I opened my mouth to answer, Jason beat me to it. "Oh me? I'm your worst nightmare buddy. Pray to God you make it out alive." I blinked and saw Jason on top of Harry. Banging his head on the floor a couple times, Harry flipped them and just started wailing on Jason. Jason blocked them pretty well.
20 minutes passed. My head and throat hurts from screaming. Clearly no ones giving up here... I walked up to Harry, who happened to be the one on top at the moment. Yanking on his arm to pull him off, his arm slipped and he punched me square on my cheek. I yelled out in pain and fell from impact. I cried out and held my face in my hands.

Jason came towards me in a hurry while Harry just stood there in shock.
"Baby are you okay?!" I shook my head and looked at the both of them. "Get out, both of you. Leave, now." Jason looked at me as if I have 2 heads. Harry on the other hand, just left.
"I'm.not leaving..." Jason said. "Yes, you are. So go." I saw anger flash through his beautiful brown eyes. "I'm so fucking tired of you pushing me away! I have done nothing wrong!" I looked at him with a glare. "You pushed me away the day you broke up with me, without so much as a reason, I may add. So that's bullshit that I'm the one pushing." He stood up. "If I leave, I'm not gonna come back this time. I know you miss me. You said it yourself. I know you love and want me. So why are you fighting it?" When I didn't respond he sighed and grabbed my hand to pull me towards him. I put the hand that wasn't holding my cheek on his chest to stop what ever he had in mind.

"Why don't you call Sarah? I'm sure she still wants you. Jake will be there too. Your whole gsng will be there, but I won't, so please, leave." I walked away from him to go to my room.
Harry was sitting on my bed with my first aid kit in his hands.
"I'm a fighter, I'm pretty good at fixing up cuts and bruises. If you'd let me..." I sighed and shut the door. Might as well.

I think it's safe to say that this has been the worst weekend of my life...
"I'm truly sorry for everything that's happened this week, Frankie." Harry broke the silence I was really enjoying. I merely shrugged. "Please say something…" I turned towards Harry after he was done putting a band-aid under my eye.

"Look, I have nothing to say. This whole weekend has been shit. And now when my parents come home tomorrow I know for a fact I'm going to get my ass chewed out, because I have no doubt in my mind that Jason will tell them everything!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Who the fuck is Jason?" Ugh! "Jason is the guy that kicked your ass downstairs!" I screamed.

As soon as the words slipped from my lips, I regretted it...

Notes

Hey Loves! Thanks for being there for me even though I suck at updating, I hope everyone enjoys it!

~Cici xoxo