Justin's POV

It's been a few weeks since my kidnapping. At this point, I'm still thinking about the three words I heard Jason whisper into my ear. It's been nagging at me since.

I love you.

My heart warms every time and I have no clue why. We haven't talked much since then, but he gives me nervous glances anytime we're together. Have I really developed that kidnapping syndrome? What was it? Stockholm syndrome? That's it!

There's no way...but anytime I look at him, I feel butterflies in my stomach. He's on my mind almost all day, every single day. I get lost in his ocean eyes. I know I should be disgusted with myself for thinking this way.

It's just, the way he's developed as a person... I come to notice he hardly goes out anymore, mostly staying inside to do some home business, I guess you can say. Which only seems to mean he's not killing anybody.

He does the smallest things for me now. He'll cook me meals, help me clean, and everything else he can possibly do that's not overwhelming.

I sigh, looking into my bathroom mirror, my hair still damp from the shower I took earlier. A towel hangs low in my waist, droplets of water covering my skin and dripping from the tips of my hair.

Suddenly, the door opens. I jump in surprise only to see Jason in the doorway. I gape as I notice the difference in his appearance—his hair. In place of the bleach blond is now a soft pink.

He comes up from behind me, his chest flush against my back. I gasp as his warm arms wind around my waist. The close proximity leaves goosebumps to appear on my skin and the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up.

"Hi," he mumbles into my ear while his chin comes to rest on my shoulder. He slowly sways us left to right.

"Hi," I manage to whisper, surprised by his behavior. My hands hesitantly raise to rest on top of his, feeling the years of work in his skin. Not rough but a little beat up.

"Get ready," he rasps, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Oh?" I murmur, making eye contact with him in the mirror. A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips.

He chuckles airily. "I'm taking you out."

I frown, turning around in his embrace. My hands go to rest on the sides of his face, my fingers subconsciously rubbing the stubble on his chin and cheeks. "Are you sure that's safe?"

Who knows if low ranked gang members are still roaming the city looking for us. Jason did kill many of Pierce's men and he may have pissed them off.

"I assure you, we're fine. Now, dress nicely, I'll be waiting downstairs after I finish dressing," he tells me, his eyes gazing into my own.

"Okay," I murmur just as he leaves the bathroom.

Quickly entering the bedroom from the bathroom, I see him rummaging through our walk-in closet for something to wear. I follow suit, picking out a nice outfit from our wardrobe. Somewhere in my adventure for appropriate clothing, he managed to pull a few articles for himself and swiftly went to the change in the bathroom.

I pout, furrowing my eyebrows, trying to concentrate on picking an outfit. After a while, I decide on a black t-shirt, a grey acid wash jean jacket over it, black ripped jeans, and checkered vans.

I head downstairs and meet Jason at the bottom of steps.

~•~

Jason and I are walking side by side back to the house after our nice night out when we see a familiar face across the street. It's Vanessa, though, she doesn't look like herself.

Her eyes are red, filled with anger and sadness. They're also puffy and brimmed with tears, dark bags sitting under them. With her hair in a messy bun, we watch as she enters a house nearby.

I raise an eyebrow, curious as to who she's visiting. None of us know very many people we can trusted so I wonder who she's friends with to be able to just walk into their house like that.

We near the front of our house as time goes by. Suddenly, as we reach the porch, Jason turns me around to face him. Our faces are only inches apart as he looks down at me.

His eyes flicker from my eyes to my lips and I know what he wants. And then I know what I want. Slowly, he leans down and I meet him halfway, my eyes fluttering shut. Finally.

His plump lips are soft against mine. At first, it's just the contact of our lips against the other's. We begging to move our lips in sync and that's when I feel his tongue dart out to the seam of my lips.

I gasp in surprise, giving him access to my mouth. I can feel a small smile at his lips as we continue to kiss, relishing in the passionate moment.

All too quickly, he's the first to pull away. Blood rushes to my cheeks as I glance down at my feet and then back up at him. I fiddle with my thumbs as he lifts my chin for my eyes to meet his.

"I...," he goes to say something but then pauses. His stare moves behind me.

I frown.

And then I hear them.

Sirens.

Police sirens fill the street as men scramble out of their vehicles, guns aiming at Jason. I push him on instinct and tell him to run. But there's no use, they shoot him in the shoulder as soon as he begins to move.

I scream and cry for them to stop.

They don't listen, one officer pinning him down to the ground as they handcuff him.

Jason cranes his neck to look at me as he's picked up by the collar of his shirt and dragged away to a police car. I barely get the words from his lips as he mouths something to me. But what he says makes me cry harder.

I love you.

Right then and there, I start to feel numb. Like nothing matters anymore. I hear nothing else but the sirens and see nothing but the face of Jason.

I stand there, frozen, for a while. Even after the car he's in leaves. Other people try to talk to me but I ignore them.

Then, I see a face that makes my blood boil across the street. A wicked smile plays at their lips as we make eye contact. I clench my fists.

"I'm coming for you, Jason. I promise."

[AN: I know, this is bad. It's rushed and just trash. I'm sorry. I've had no motivation AT ALL to write this story. I know y'all are probably like WTF!

Trust me, I get it. But I wanted to finish this story now or else I wouldn't ever be able to finish it.

BUT, there WILL be a sequel sometime in the future. I PROMISE! I'll let you know when it's published, whenever I get the time for it.

I really hope y'all enjoyed this story.

Once again, I am truly sorry.]

UPDATE 04/19/2021: There will not be a sequel. Again, I've lost all of my motivation on writing about Justin/Jastin/Jason/Etc. I'm really sorry. I'm just not in a good place mentally.