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Jason's POV
Once I receive Ellie's last text I get up and run down the steps to my car. I quickly get into it and speed down the road and pull into the parking lot. I pull my hood up and step out of the car. I walk inside and try not to draw attention to my self.

I see Derek and I motion him over. "Hey it's Jason." I say quietly. He smirks and leads me to a table with a menu under his arm. I sit at the table and pull the menu up in front of my face.

I see Ellie walk in with a man taller than her that looks a little older than me. She walks towards a table but the guy grabs her arm and pulls her towards the bar.

"But I'm not 21, I can't sit here." she says but the man pushes her in the seat. He orders to drinks and a beer comes then a margarita. "Drink it." he says. Ellie shakes her head saying,
"N-No, not old enough." He grabs her wrist and squeezes it causing a red mark to appear. "I said to drink it!" Ellie still shakes her head and tried to get away. "Dammit Ellie, drink it."

Ellie looks at him in fear and slowly reaches for the glass. Her hand shakes and she takes a sip of it. Her face looks disgusted and she pushes it away.
"W-Why am I here?" she asks. The man smirks at her and places his hand on her back. He starts to move it downward until it reaches her thigh. He moves his hand to the inside of her thigh and a tear rolls down her cheek.

I quickly stand up and walk to the bar. Once I get there I push the man off his chair. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I say, "You can't do that to a young girl in a restaurant!" The man stands up trying to see my face since my hood is still up. "You can't tell me what to do? Who do you think you are."

I look around making sure no one sees this and I pull down my hood. His eyes go wide, "Y-You're J-Jason
M-McCan?" I roll my eyes and scoff, "And who are you? P-Poor s-stuttering Professor Quarrel?" He backs away from me with a terrified look in his eyes.

"Sweetheart you ok?" I ask turning around and facing Ellie. She nods and holds onto my arm. I face back to her teacher and grab him by the shirt. "Ever look at or touch her again and you'll be sorry. I'll torture you everyday so your death with be a slow and painful one. Do I make myself clear?" I growl and he nods his head. I toss him back to the ground and walk to the door with Ellie at my side.

"Where do you want to go?" I ask her once we get in my car. She looks out the window and doesn't answer my question. "Sweetheart?"

She looks over at me and realizes I was actually talking to her. "Oh, um can I stay with you for a little bit?" I scratch my chin and think.

"If you want, to warn you there are other guys there that are criminals too." I say. She nods and I continue to drive down the road.

I park the car and walk inside with Ellie. A gunshot goes of and Ellie screams. She latches onto my arm and wrap my arm around her waist. "It's ok, don't worry." I tell her.

I lead her into my office and I sit on the desk. "Thank you for what you did at the restaurant." Ellie says quietly. I give her a small smile tell her that it wasn't a problem.

Za comes in my office and sees Ellie. His eyes go wide and he pulls me aside. "You know she can't be here!" he violently whispers. "I couldn't take her back to her house!" I whisper back.

"Why not?" Za asks and look at her, "Her dad is Dan." I say quietly. "What?" he says sharply and Ellie jumps. I elbow and tell him to shut up.

Za sighs and sits down in a chair. "Jase what time is it?" Ellie asks and Za looks at me. "5:30 sweetheart, do you want anything to eat."

"Yes please." she says quietly then wraps her arms around me. I slightly smile and reach back towards her. I hear a click then my phone goes off. "Uh let me go get you food. Za stay here and make sure none of the guys come in here."

I walk out and look at my phone. I open Za's message and smile.

From Za:

From Za:

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