Behind the Gloves

Chapter 12

Honestly I feel like this chapter sucked so I'm sorry if you don't like it lol I wrote it at 3 am and yeah!

I'm doing it again.

I hate these nightmares and the fact that they're back is driving me insane.

I hate Jason so much it's physically pains me. I loathe him to much and I wait forte day I get to push him off a cliff.

He changed so much in just a year, I remember even when we were dating he was nervous to ask me on dates, I remember the cd he made me for Valentines day, the way he made my favorite meal for me, how he set up a cute little fold up table because our actual table was too big.

I don't know why or how he changed soo much, but I'll never forget the good things he did.

Im sitting on his kitchen counter and he's at the stove. I'm watching cool MY meal. I watched him stir the noodles and make the sauce, and watch him carefully pull out the bread from the oven.

"So, spaghetti is your favorite right? I didn't know if it was this or raviolis and I didn't want to mess up and all," he rubs his palms firmly against each other and and I can't help but notice his extreme nervousness.

I jump off the counter when I realize I'm just starting at him and he becomes discouraged. I pull his glasses from his face and place them on me.

"Hey smarty pants, calm down this is my favorite meal and it's most definately most favorite meal because you're making it," I giggled and when he smiles I out his glasses back on his face.

My hand brushes his cheek an he reaches up and grasps my hand. I lean in thinking his going to kiss me when I hear him chuckle.

The scared, timid Jason changes into the Jason who beat me senseless and a wicked grin spreads across his face.

"Oh my, darling I know you're just going to love it," I try to free my hand, but he let's go of it first and once I think I'm free he moves his hand to the back of my neck.

"You should check the noodles for yourself doll," he's bringing me towards the stove and I try to dig my heels down only to fail and move even closer.

"Jason! Stop it, let me go!" I plead and try to scratch at his hand, but my hands are somehow tied together. I can practically feel the hot steam of the water and it feels like my eyebrows are burning off.

"Sorry, you're just in the way doll, now tell me how if the noodles are done," before I protest he shoves my face in the boiling water.

I jolt up, hot and sweaty and scream as loud as I can, still feeling the burns of the water even though I'm awake.

I grab my face and run to the bathroom and lock the door.

"Ridley, baby please open the door!" I hear Liam yell and I have to stop my stomach from fluttering at the nickname.

I turn the cold water on and splash my face repeatedly until I can no longer feel the non exsistent burns. I look up in the mirror expecting blisters an burns only to just see some sweat.

Liam has stopped banging on the door and I take this as a chance to calm myself. I reach for the portable radio and switch both it and the shower on.

After calming my mind and body I redress and step out only to see a frantic Harry and even more frantic Liam.

"Ri, what the fuck? You can't just scream like that, lock yourself up and not let us know if you're okay or not, this is the fourth time and you keep scaring me like this, like holy shit," I roll my eyes and move his hands from my face.