HIS (Jason McCann Story)

TWELVE: Changes

Stupid as this may sound I had a bad feeling about leaving Jason, I couldn't stop thinking about him,

We finally made it to the car, I couldn't wait to get home,

I noticed the way he was driving wasn't the way to my place,

"Are you taking me home?" I yawned turning to him,

"I want you to come to my house," he said looking at me,

I rubbed my eyes sleepily,

"A lot has happened today, maybe another time....." I mumbled laying my head on the window,

He gripped the steering wheel tightly,

I looked at him and his jaw was clenched,

Oh shit..

"Why don't you want to be with me?" He said kind of upset,

This was getting slightly uncomfortable, ok a lot uncomfortable...

"What's your problem? I just said I wanted to go home," I mumbled.

He stopped the car abruptly and turned to me,

I almost flew out the car,

He had a pissed look on his face,

"What are you-..."

"Just listen to me for once," He said sternly,

By now I was kinda shocked, he was acting strange,

I didn't look away, trying not to make him any angrier than he already was,

"I'm not going to deal with this forever! You said you were done with him, and you're done, you're mine now not his so you do as I say. " He said angrily,

Bipolar ass ninja

My mouth opened slightly, are we having another Jason talk?

"Where is this coming from? I just said take me home!" I said waking up more,

"I'm not going to argue with you, " he said starting the car again,

For the remainder of the ride I just sat quietly,

I looked up and saw a huge white house, it was simple but still very nice,

I took off my seat belt and was about to get out,

"Where is your phone?" He asked.

"My phone?" I asked more than stated,

"Where is the phone Jason gave you." He said sternly.

Who the fuck told him all this?!?

"In my pocket..how'd you know about the phone? " I asked confused.

"Give it to me." He said ignoring my question,

"What? No. This is my phone for me, you have no right to-..."

"DREA, FUCKING DO WHAT I SAY!" He yelled.

I sat there for a minute trying to calm down, my reflexes wanted to punch him in the face,

he wasn't like this a few hours ago?

Calm down, just do it drea, make him happy, you promised..

I reluctantly took the phone out and handed it to him,

"Happy." I said annoyed,

He put it in the back seat,

"Don't touch it anymore." He said getting out getting towards the house,

I mirrored his actions, following him,