NINE: Damaged

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|Drea POV |

*Dream*

"Drea," A weak voice called.

I followed the sound but everything was white it's like I was walking in circles.

"It's me." He said.

I jumped and turned. Drew.

He was there, his eyes weren't there normal gray color they were almost blue?

"What is this, " I asked looking around in confusion.

I wasn't understanding what was going on, was this real?

"Your gone, you left me...again." He said sadly.

"Drew....I didn't I swear I tried." I said, reaching to touch him,

He harshly pushed me away, I bit my lip and held in the tears.

"YOU DIDN'T TRY HARD ENOUGH!"

I flinched at his tone,

"W,What do you want me to do.." I asked quietly.

"Come to me, Now.." He said turning and walking away from me.

"I can't," I whispered.

*End*

I jolted awake and looked around,

Jason's arm was wrapped around my waist, preventing me from moving.

I know what you're wondering, and the answer is no. I didn't sleep with him..

Well technically I am "Sleeping" with him but not like "Oh yes Jason!"  sleeping with him,

ok you get it I'm going to stop now,

He yawned behind me,

"What are you doing up its four a.m." He mumbled.

His sleepy voice was so hot,

"I'll be back," I said getting up.

"Don't leave." He said still laying down.

"Whatever,"

"I'm serious, leave and you'll regret it," He said with his eyes still closed.

What was that supposed to mean?

"Fuck you." I spat.

He instantly sat up,

"What did you say to me?" He growled.

"Your not going to do shit to anyone." I said pointing my finger in his face.

"Cause I swear on my life, I will fucking kill you if you try to hurt anyone else I care about." I snarled.

He glared at me and kept quiet,

"Do you understand me, Jason?" I said quoting him,

He must've known I was serious,

"Yes," He answered.

"Good." I see why he's a control freak, it feels good to be in control.

He pulled me onto his lap,

"That was so fucking hot," He said kissing me roughly.

I missed his lips, and his......well I'm not going to finish that sentence.

"I'm not playing with you," I said finally.

"I know, I'm sorry," He said

"Yea, you are." I teased.

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