Call Me Daddy (Jason McCann FanFiction)

3 (mature/abusive)

"Emily, you're locking up tonight."

"Okay." I sighed as I swept up the floor. I worked at Starbucks just five minutes from my house and every once in a while my boss makes me lock up.

When the floors where swept and the tables were wiped down I shut all of the lights out and locked the doors.

I started walking down the sidewalk towards my house. I decided I would walk today because I didn't know I'd be working overtime. It's scary walking by yourself on Mitchell street.

Abandoned buildings, broken down cars and weird people sitting at the bus stops. It was all just really freaky.

I stopped walking when I felt like someone was following me. I slowly looked around me and didn't see anyone but then I heard some leaves scrunch behind me.

I bolted off as fast as I could. I didn't look back once because that would just slow me down.

Right when I turned on my street someone pulled me into their chest and put their hand over my mouth pulling me behind a car so no one could see us.

"Help!" I tried to scream, but it was no help because he was holding my mouth too tight.

"High princess." I heard someone murmur into my ear.

"Aghhhh!" I screamed as I woke up. I started shifting around, trying to move my arms when I quickly remembered I was tied up.

I sat there breathing heavily while I replayed what just happened in my sleep. That dream haunted me, I just wanted to forget that night.

I was crying uncontrollably and my arms ached.

"Jason!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I know, I know...why call for him, right?

"Jason!" I screamed again, "please!"

Soon the door was unlocked and Jason came walking in.

"What's wrong?" He groaned.

"The dream..." I cried.

He knew which dream I was talking about. He knew it frightened me and he knew that when I am woken up by it all I wanted was to be untied and held.

I didn't want him holding me..at all but he is all I really had and I just wanted to be held.

"Untie me." I wheeped, "please untie me...just, just unt-"

"Okay, okay I will. Calm down."

Before he untied me, he went over to the door and locked it then came over to me and untied my hands.

I reached for him which made him smirk, "shut the fuck up I don't like you at all." I spit - still crying.

He lied beside me and I held myself with my arms but lied beside him, our bodies touching.

I sat there and cried which always pissed him off but surprisingly he didn't yell at me this time.

"Babe, stop crying. It's just a dream." He said with no emotion.

"That's how you kidnaped me! It's not just a fucking dream!" I yelled.

Wait...I yelled? Oh shit.

"Do you want me to spank you?" He asked.

I slowly shook my head.

"Good, don't fucking yell at me again."

I nodded. I should've known better.