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So I've been told that I change my characters from 1st person to 3rd...confusing huh? That's why am gonna stick to 1st person for this story..mwahx

Also...this goes to spacethyme for being one of the people suggesting that..thank you very much and JossAbbs-Brown for being my first vote. ..thank y'all..

Jane

"Here's the water and....," I stopped dead at the door. Nausea rose up in my throat as my vision blurred. Hot bile strangled me and the feeling to throw up became a necessecity.

Mr hunt was bent over justin who was in real bad shape. His hand was shot..it was clear from the bullet hole but his chest was far more screwed. I couldn't take the blood..it was like he was sliced open..beaten up simultaneously and he had so many darkened bruises. The one at his left side of the chest didn't look good at all and was most visible and raw.

All the thick red liquid spilling from his gashes shook my very own existence.

I was suddenly in the back seat of the car..hiding under it more confirmingly..my parents told me to stay down. I felt the tension through their gazes and glances.

"No matter what happens janey honey..stay under the seat..don't peep...don't scream...and don't come out.

My mother turned toward the review mirror and paled more...my eyes were stricken with worry and fear but she whispered..

We love you...oh baby...we love you soo much....but you have to be our strong little Angel..be strong....don't be scared...go to your uncle Ian..he'll know what to do...," her eyes watered but shone determination, "Survive this baby...survive this for us..." her mom spoke in low volumes caressing her cheek when the passenger's window was broken...

"Miss Hudson..."

"Miss Hudson...."

"huh.."

he was stretching his hand out to me in a gesture to hand over the basin. I looked towards the basin then back up at him then the basin again.

"oh of course...here you go,"

He took the basin from my arm, placed over on the ground then turned towards me raking a hand through his hair.

"miss Hudson, if you can't stand the sight of blood..you can go downstairs and wait for me..Justin here is losing a lot of blood as we speak now and as much as i might regret saying this...,"He sighed, "i don't want the idiot to die."

"Blood doesn't scare me.." I chimed in trying my level best to suck in air but it didn't pass my throat.

He just stared at me..his eyes roaming around my face..

"Your face tells a whole lot of a different story...," his smile was slow and showed reassurance, "it looks like you have been spanked with flour."

My hands automatically went to my face as if to rub off my paleness. I pinched my cheeks to add color to them then realised that I must have been looking like a fool pinching my own face.

What exactly was I proving?

I risked a glance at him and almost died of shame. One of his brows was raised and an expression of incredulous was plastered on his face. He looked worn out and my actions didn't help but make it seem like I was a freak.

"Please miss Hudson..I don't have much time,"

His eyes bore into hers pleading for her to make a move.

I gathered up my stamina, I definitely couldn't throw up on a dead man...almost dead man to be precise coz the amount of blood he was losing was undeniably large.

"I'm sorry...ill be waiting downstairs...call me if you need anything."

The flutter of his eyes were his only answer...

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I paced around the living room. Why was he not coming down? It's been hours.

My legs protested, they were sober and screaming, 'we are tired big fool!' but I still paced trying to calm all the butterflies in my belly.

I didn't understand why 'butterflies in the belly' were associated with nervousness because I wasn't nervous now...I was terrified to heck!

My hands were cold as ice and I was sure that I could shoot ice if I raised them and I'll be called Elsa's imposter from Frozen.

My breath hitched..sweat trickling down my body..hair on my nape erect...God! What was happening to me. I had to be calm..my eyes closed and I sat down on the sofa.

Breathe...breathe Jane..sit down, meditate...clear Your mind of all irrational thoughts..count backwards,..19..18..17..16...

Damn it all to hell...how on earth was I supposed to not think anything when two freaking men were in my house and in my nana's room..one likely a celebrity who escaped from prison and was profusely leaking and some other dude who couldn't stand on his own two feet with exhaustion.

Oh God...help me..

Tonight was supposed to be normal, I come back from work..,take a nap...watch some tv...hang out with the girls...OH MY GOD!!

Tonight was supposed to be girls night out...shit....shit...shit...

I grabbed my phone from the kitchen's counter and checked my screen.

14 missed calls...

21 messages...

5 voicemails...

I played all of them and van's voice sounded,..

'Where the hell are you!!'

'Damn it jane...pick up...we are at the turf...waitin for ya ass'

'Jane!!!I swear to God if you hear this...consider yourself dead!!!'

'Jane!!!!am gonna kill ya,'

The last one sounded hazy..

'Ba. ..baby janey...wait...? Who is baby janey..? Probably a very big Jamaican juju wizard...,'

Typical drunk van.....

This couldn't be happening...why was I in a mess...didn't I have enough to deal with...only my thoughts were enough to kill me..why should I take more..?

I should call the cops...this didn't give me a good feeling.. 'duh two men in your house where one was a profusely leaking fugitive and another barely able to stand on his own two feet was never gave a good feeling'

The voice in my head was not helping at all.

A distraction. I needed a distraction,..all these thoughts will kill me...I had to have a calm mind.

I switched on the tv and browsed through..

"The retaliation of the pop star's prison break two days ago has caused havoc and terror to the deceased family.

Citizens and fans are now having second thoughts of the loved Justin Bieber...He has been roaming freely after breaking from Los Angeles central prison..the FBI claim that he had help...

Rewards are given of 10000 dollars to anyone who reports suspicious occurences..

People of Carlifornia....a murderer is on the loose,..beware,"

My eyes were glued to the screen even after the news was over.

"Well that's one way of telling a story,"

I spun around so fast that I knew my neck will be sore. My heart almost stopped beating due to the scare. I sucked in a deep breath and leveled my gaze at him. So he finally decided to come down.

He was leaning against the staircase. I didn't take a good look at him before...he looked early twenties with a beard growth lurking...his hair was dark or maybe it was brown ..I couldn't make it out. He wore denims with a tattered t-shirt which looked like it was worn through the Spartan war with a blazer. If I wasn't hella terrified or mad at him, I might've actually thought he was attractive.

"You think that's a story?" I propped my legs up on the couch and leaned back on it,"well since it seems very interesting to you...would you mind reaching the end of the story..,"

Waiting was not a virtue I earned.

"Should I help you? Okay...does the end consists of cops swarming in my house after a douche reports for 10000 bucks which will lead us all back to jail aka where you helped him to escape from," I said pointing upstairs.

His brows furrowed ," no one shall know our occupancy unless you tell on yourself,"

"Tell on myself? Whoa brother..hold it right there,..I didn't do anything so there's nothing to tell myself on rather than the fact that I allowed a fugitive in my house!"

His lips formed a thin line as he stated at me..,"that's exactly what I meant."

I was gonna die...R.I.P Jane. And the post mortem reports will conclude that I died of frustaration, fear, and insanity.

"Why me? Of all the population in Oakland...why come knocking at my door,, I am sure you didn't check the census and said...,'yah she'd be a good one, let's take her'....no! You didn't. Because clearly you've known me for some reason and that's why you specifically mentioned my name...so why?" I realised I was throwing my arms around explaining my displeasure.

"Your uncle told us about you...,"

I was stunned to silence...could actually hear the roar of my blood rushing through my veins while I was stuck like a hypnotized chicken to the ground.

"Run that by me again..." I slowly advanced on him making him to straightened his composture.

He took in a deep breath, "we have a lot to talk about...can we sit down?"

"You don't tell what to do...okay? Just tell me what I need to know.."

His lips pursued and for a moment,..I thought he wouldn't answer me.

"When Justin was arrested..he went into the cellar with your uncle...Ian Hudson right?" He went over to the fridge and searched through, coming out with a box of grape juice, "mind if I drink?" He gestured towards the box but then finally gave up after I was glaring holes at him.

"So they became buddies... I think so,..I really don't know the whole story...only that your uncle told us about his niece who lived in Oakland and could've have helped us figure out what we were exactly dealing with."

"What do you mean by figuring out what you're dealing with?" I asked

"For all you might know, miss Hudson..

"Jane."

"What?"

"Call me Jane...all the formality is starting to get to my head."

"Okay..Jane..for all you might know...Justin is a murderer who killed his neighbour..right?"

"Well that's what was said about him in the news...and I don't wanna know about justin...tell me about my uncle and how he's related to this."

He took a gulp of the juice..sat on the sofa then looked up at me, "I know about the explosion..Jane," he said after a while striking me with numerous ceisures of shock. He registered my face before continuing, " apparently Justin's case and your uncle's is quite the same...after the search through his house regarding the robbery, some of the chemicals were found that went missing from the lab....from my lookthrough both of them have been framed..,"

I could feel my feet escalating a notch...was that even healthy because I was sure it reached level best.

"And how do you know this?" This was far much worse than I thought..my uncle was involved...that meant danger to me and the people I care about.

"Like I've said...I went through a lot of stuff; clues, records, notes..the most important vital thing I've recovered is a leaked one a half minute video...I don't really know who sent it but it showed a person in the NASA labs stealing the chemicals then later in the cctv footage..the same person was one of the robbers in Justin's house." He declared.

"How do you know it's the same person,,?"

"Whoever it is has a tattoo on the inside of the left wrist...its like a rose with thorns sucking out from the sides.."

My heart was knocking wildly against my chest.

"So what was your assumption.,"

"It's not an assumption Jane, I am certain that we're both dealing with the same person...," his fists clenched and his anger was surfacing, "and that's exactly why we need your help.."

"But....

Before I could ask..we heard something creek from upstairs. We both looked upstairs at the same time then at each other than upstairs again and again our eyes met.

"Did you just hear that?"

He gave me a slight nod. "I think he's coming around...."