Jason's POV

"Yay! You're going home today, and  Thanksgiving is tomorrow! Your brother and your friends will be so happy!" Malarie squeals, twirling around in circles. For the millionth time today.

Now don't get me wrong, I love my baby with all my heart. But she's being so annoying today- I'm just irritated at everything. It's not an okay day for me. First, Malarie couldn't be here to bathe me, all having do with her getting some stupid x-rays done on her shoulder. Then I had to eat fucking fruit salad for breakfast. I couldn't even have chocolate drizzled over them, like Malarie's was. She took it upon herself to leave the room, to "talk" to the nurses. I know in reality, she just ate her fruit alone. Probably not trying to be rude, eating the chocolate off and all.

Lastly, my stupid brother and the rest of the guys, called and said they would be late picking us up. I was heated and cussed him out, then hung up in his face. That's one of the many things I dislike. Is late people. I'm just a tad bit pissed, and her singing, and constant hugging me is not working. If it was any another day, I would totally hug her back. Oh, I almost forgot! I'm also pissed at her ass too. Some dude was flirting with her outside my room this morning. I know this, because I used my walker to shimmy myself to the door.

I went complete ape shit. When she got back inside the room. I looked everywhere for any type of weapon. I wanted to kill him, and smack her so bad. Her fast ass got away from me grabbing her, and ran out the door. She didn't come back for two hours, two fucking hours. She was every name in the book, along with a couple of threats thrown her way. She still hasn't apologized, but she's been singing and dancing for about thirty minutes now.

"Jason's out of his coma, dun, dun, dun, dun. And he's being release, dun, dun, dun, dun. Honey will you talk to me, dun, dun, dun, dun. Pretty, pretty, please." She sings, holding a water bottle to her mouth, pointing at me. Just rocking back and forth, in the middle of the room. "I swear if you don't shut your mouth, I'll shut it for you." I threaten, pointing fiercely at her.

"Why are you, such a grumpy bear today?" She asks, putting down her water bottle, throwing her hair in a ponytail. "I'm not grumpy, you are just annoying and childish." I adjust myself on the bed, rolling my eyes at her.

"I'm annoying, because I'm happy you're getting out of the hospital. The hospital you've been in for three whole weeks, and two days." She scoffs, taking a seat on the couch. "Well if you should know, I'm pissed off because you're- ugh your so fucking stupid. Why are you so happy now? What, now you're going to leave me when we get back home?" I yell, causing her to flinch, along with rolling her eyes. "I swear if you role those damn eyes again." I glare pissed, pointing a stern finger at her.

"What are you going to do Jason? You can barely even move. And when you do, you're slow as hell," She looks at me mad. "And I'm not stupid, you asshole." She adds, smiling proudly.

That's it! I try getting up, and smack the taste out her mouth. But my stomach hurt so damn bad. I glance at her, and the little bitch was smirking at me. I just want to slap her so badly. Damn you gun shot wound to my stomach.

"I swear you're going to fucking pay, Malarie. Disrespecting me, trying to kid me. Making me seem as if I'm a defenseless pussy. Fuck you, stupid." I shout, causing a nurse to come in, asking if everything was fine. We nodded, watching the nurse leave the room. "You already did! Roughly at that, you monster." She whispers the last part, though my supersonic ears heard. "I'm not a monster! Watch your damn mouth, talking to me." I gritted through my tightly clenched teeth.

"I'm serious, don't call me that again." I brake out silence, becoming somewhat calm again. "Alright." She mumbles, looking down like a lost puppy.

"Come here." I gesture with my head, yet she doesn't move. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just confused as to why you're happy for me, when all I do, is put you down and hurt you." I admit, trying to get up off the bed. "No, don't get up! I'll come to you." Getting up, she walks over to me, taking a seat in the chair by my bed.

I swung my legs out the bed, standing up to sit my naked ass on her legs. My back resting against her boobs, while take the time to burp loudly.

"Ew Jason, did you have to sit your naked buttocks on my lap?" She giggles, pushing me up lightly. "What, Does it smell? I got showered by and old lady this morning. So it shouldn't. I did take a shit. So, you know... it might smell a bit." I shrug, turning to watch her face turn into pure disgust.

"Ew, ew, ew, get off." She whines, hitting my back. "I'm just kidding Apple worm." She sighs in relief. "I did fart all morning, so maybe just fart remnants are there." I laugh, as she gasps in mock horror.

"I swear I'll push you off me, I'm not playing. I'm the stronger one right now." She cockily states. "Baby you may be somewhat stronger, but I'll always be a hundred steps ahead you. I, Jason McCann is still stronger than you love." I turn slightly in her lap, placing a kiss on her nose.

"Fine then Mister Strong, do a jumping jack, or a push up. Should I suggest a sit up?" She raises her eyebrow, giving off a cute face. "Well, I-I can't do that right now. I didn't necessarily mean, that type of strong," I chuckle in all sorts of cockiness. "I meant this strong." I flex my now somewhat small biceps. Ugh, gym I'll be back in no time.

I place her hands on my abs, which she rubs oh so very softly. Her hands feel so damn good against my skin. Whelp I guess I'm hard now.

"And this strong baby love." I rasp, grabbing her hand, placing it underneath my gown. Right on top of my very hard dick. She of course gasps, miserably trying to pull her hand back. Though I firmly keep it there. "Ew, Jason let my hand go. I don't want to touch it." She whines into my back muscles.

But you have, plenty of times. Even in that sexy mouth.

"But he wants a hug." I open her fingers more, grasping her hold on my throbbing manhood." She squeals, making me inwardly moan. Scratch that... I moaned out loud.

"Jason I will squeeze... hard. Digging my non cut nails into you." She looks around my body, looking at my face for eye contact. "You squeeze, and I'll take a dump on you. I have to go anyway." Shrugging, I make her hand stroke my length.

"Eek. No, please let my hand go." Groaning dramatically, I release her hand, for her to pinch my ass. "Hey, no fair." I playfully glare at her.

"Sorry Jason." She gives me a friendly hug. "That's okay, but you have to kiss it." I laugh. She giggles as well, shaking her head. "I'm not kissing your butt, but I will- uh hug you again." She hugs me again, this time a little tighter than before.

"Can I have a kiss too, on my lips?" I ask hopeful. "Y-yeah I guess that's alright." She stutters, leaning in reluctantly.

See how she's all shy now. Her trying to be big and bad never last long.

I pucker my lips, waiting to be met with hers. She wraps her arms securely around my body. Planting a nice warm kiss on my lips. It wasn't long, but it was filled with so much passion. We unfortunately pulled away, thought not before she hugged me.

"I like the way you kiss me." I admit, placing another kiss on her small little lips. "Yeah?" She questions unsurely, blushing a tent of pink.

"Hell yeah! Although I would like more tongue, seeing that you don't tongue kiss me back." I fake annoyance. "Oh. I-I'm s-sorry, don't be mad." She tenses, leaning more back into the chair... away from me.

"Don't move from me, Baby Tooth Pick. I'm not mad. Though I do want tongue kisses, every now and then." I poke out my bottom lip. "What if I don't want to? I'm not your girlfriend." She smirks, folding her arms across her chest sassily.

"I can always make you," I squeeze  her boobs together. "And you are my girlfriend." I state with nothing but confidence. "Says who?" She tries  moving my hands away, but I kept them there.

"Says me. Now, I want your tongue in my mouth." I sternly state, chuckling as I squeeze and un-squeeze her boobies, some more. "Will you stop that? And no, I-I don't know how." She blushes, looking away from me.

"I hate when you do that." Sighing, I run my hands through my hair. "You hate when I do what?" She confusedly turns around.

"When you look away from me." I shrug playing with her fingers. "Sorry." A mumble emits from her lips.

"Hey, that's okay. So... am I going to teach you to tongue kiss, or nah?" I search her ocean blue orbs intensely.

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Malarie's POV

Did he just say 'or nah'? That boy has to stop watching vine videos.

"Hello in there." Jason taps my head, making me smile. "Yes?" I mock his tone.

"Can I be your teacher?" You can teach me anything you want. What! Oh no, Malarie stop. "Oh my gosh." I utter, not believing I thought that.

"What's up?" Curiosity written all over his face. "The sky." I nervously chuckle. "Very funny, but what were you really thinking about?" He gave me a questioning look. Busted!

Oh you know, you dominating my body! Kissing my lips, giving me hickeys, rubbing my breast. Gosh, why am I thinking this way?

"Well uh, you dom-teaching me how to kiss." I squeak, rubbing my sweaty palms on my jeans. Just hoping I convinced him well. "Huh, okay. Let's get to it... but it's better if you sit on my lap, instead of me on yours." He slowly gets up, showing his legit white butt.

"Your butt needs a tan dude." I look at it curiously, taking in the paleness of his cheeks. Fascinating by the bubble-like look to it.

Wow it's so plump. Oh no, I'm turning into a pervert. I wonder if he can make it clap. I bet he twerks secretly in the mirror.

"Hey! Can you stop fantasying about my ass, and get over here." He laughs, making me instantly blush a deep reddish color. "Oh alright," I step in front of him, with his hands pulling me closer. "Wait I don't want to hurt your tummy." I widen my eyes, placing my hands on his shoulders.

"You won't. Now bring that ass over here, girl!" He pulls me on top of his lap, holding my thighs securely.

I giggle, not being able to stop. I nearly fall on the ground, all because of my fits of giggles. If it wasn't for Jason's hands holding me in place, I would've cracked my head open.

"Stop laughing, weird ass girl." He chuckles, shaking his head at my childlike behavior. "O-okay, I'm sorry. But the way you said 'bring that ass over here, girl'. Damn-dang, I meant dang." I giggle, correcting my "bad" language.

"Uh huh, you better check that language baby. You're too cute to be cussing like some sailor," I was going to respond, but mister "I can't wait"... attacked my lips. "You talk way too much, Mal Mal." He mumbles between our heated kisses.

"I know, I can't help it. Once I start I can't stop-" He sucks on my lips, cupping my face in his hands. "Shh Malarie." Jason groans, resting his wandering hands on my bottom.

We kissed and kissed, until I couldn't breathe. Which meant for me pulling away, to catch my breath. Then easily going back to our heated make out session.

"First lesson baby love, open your mouth slightly." He mumbles in between kisses. I did as I was told, waiting for his tongue. Although I cut him off before he could deepen our kiss.

"Wait! My breath, does it smell? I mean I ate fruit for breakfast and some nuts. So I don't know." I blow my breath in cupped hand, waiting for his answer. "You ate my nuts." I give him a straight face, not too fond of his teasing of me.

"Well I guess you're right, oral hygiene is important. Blow... me," He laughs loud as can be, pushing my now pout mad lip in. "I'm just kidding, blow your tuna breath in my face." I roll my eyes, just about ready to get up off him.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Blow in my face." I blow my breath in his face, nervous it smells bad.

He didn't make a face so I looked at him questionably. He nods his head, realizing my breath smells possibly bad, I gasp. Scared it smells like crap, I reach in my back pocket,  grabbing my Tic Tac's. I pour many into my widely opened mouth.

"Whoa, what the hell. Your breath doesn't smell. I was saying yes you were good." Jason laughs, shaking his head in amusement.

He opened his mouth, motioning for me to give him some as well. I comply, pouring a few in his mouth, too. Maybe now he won't be too forceful, or fast. Since I'm willingly kissing him... with fresh smelling breath!

"Alright, so where was I... oh yeah, opening your mouth up. Next you push your tongue out a bit. Meeting mines half way. Then we sexily lick them together." He moans in my mouth, his tongue finding mine, massaging them both together. Yes, he's gentle, very gentle at that. "Am I doing okay?" I moan, sucking on his tongue.

"You're doing such a great job. You get an 'A' for amazing." He murmurs between kisses. We continue tongue kissing, with him occasionally pulling my body closer. Rocking my body back and forth onto his hard erection. "I want you so bad." He admits, kissing on my neck. With the occasional sucking and biting it.

Vampire Jason is back. Now I will have hickies, gee thanks.

"Mhm, you are not getting me." I moan, as he suck on the base of my throat. He pulls away, grasping my face in his hands. "I'll get anything I want baby. All I really have to do, is pull these shorts your wearing down. Quickly putting your panties to the side. Then BANG I'm drilling into you so hard." He speaks so senselessly, it actually scares the hell out of me.

Swallowing loudly, I pull myself off his lap. Well I tried. "Let go Jason." Not trusting my voice, I whisper. "No." He speaks in a monotone.

"Please let me go, you're making me nervous." I wince at the sudden feeling of his nails digging into my delicate skin on my thighs. "Why, because I want to fuck?" He sneers meanly, pinching my sides, causing me to yelp.

"Jason calm down, I just don't want that right now." I try pleading with him. Nothing. "Well I do." He takes me off his lap, laying me down on the bed. He attempts to tug at my shorts, I am holding onto for dear life.

"Quit it. Why do you want to do this right now?" Struggling in his embrace, I still hold onto my jean shorts. "Duh, I want to be inside you." He hovers over me.

"No, stop it. I swear I will scream, I'm not having you rape me again. In a hospital of all places. Have you lost your damn mi-" I couldn't even finish, before I felt his hand smack me across my face. Making my head snap to the side.

"I sure did loose my mind." He pulls me by my hair, about to smack me again. Until a knock sounds against the door, causing him to let me go.

I sit up holding my sore face, yet to have him snatch my hand down. Smoothly and quickly, intertwining our fingers together. The door opened revealing, Doctor Matthews. He walks in smiling widely. He was also holding a plastic bag in his hands.

"Good afternoon Jason, Mal- Malarie what happened to your face? It's all red on the cheek there." He quickly walks over to me. Jason stiffens, tightening the grip on our hands. "Oh uh nothing, I just uh walked into the wall?" I say, but it comes out more like a question.

"Oh okay." He looks at me skeptically, turning his attention over to a still pissed Jason. He slightly nods his head in realization. "Well then, um Jason why don't you take your medicine this afternoon." He grabs the bag, pulling out four pill bottles.

"Nah I'm good. I never take my medicines." Jason shrugs, waving off Doctor Matthews.

He is so rude to the people trying to help him. Ow, my face feels all tingly.

"You need to take them Jason. Your conditions will only get worse if we don't maintain them." Doctors Matthews tries to explain, though Jason doesn't listen. "I don't care, I'm not taking them." He speaks eerie low, cutting off my blood circulation... due to his excessive squeezing.

"Jason let go." I whisper through the pain, trying to pry his hand away from mine. "No. You be quiet." The dementing look in his eyes, told me not to mess with him anymore.

"Okay, look Jason you take them or we have to keep you longer. It's up to you man." Doctor Matthews shrugs as if he didn't care. Jason looks at me, then to the pill bottles, soon gazing back to me again. "Take it, so you won't get angrier." I suggest, still trying to pry his hand off.

"Fine." Folding his arms across his chest, he rolls his eyes at me. He's such a child. "Good choice Mr. McCann. You have to take them in order. This bottle here, is pain medication. You take it if it's needed." He points to the first bottle. Jason looks at him all sorts of emotionless.

"This one is your bipolar meds, you take this one first. Second one here. Is for your Neurosis, make sure you have eaten before you take this one. Bad stomach cramps will occur if you don't. Lastly but certainly not least, your hallucination medication. Taking this will block out the voices and possibly the things physically not there." He goes over the instructions again, assisting Jason take his medications. Thank God.

"You should feel slightly calmer, in about ten minutes or so." Again Jason just looks at him, as if nothing fazes him. "Well alright, I'll get all your paperwork ready for you to be released." He reached in his pocket to pull out a pen, yet another medicine bottle falls out. "Crap I forgot about the insomnia." Insomnia? What doesn't this boy have?

"Malarie you're in charge of this one; give it to him at bedtime. Within thirty minutes, he should be out like a baby." I smile assuringly, taking the pills. "Thank you Doctor." I give him a light smile, looking at the pill bottle in my hand.

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Jason's POV

"Baby bro I'm so happy you're out of there man." Alex yells, from the front seat. "Yeah me too." I respond, looking up from my phone. I'm texting some girl named Yolanda. I met her a while back.

"You alright man? You've been quiet the whole ride." Chris asks from the third row, behind Malarie and me.

"Yeah I'm-" I start, though I couldn't get nothing out. "He's just on his medications right now." Malarie cuts me off, looking at Chris. He nod, patting me on the shoulder.

For some reason, I didn't hit her. Even though I probably would, just for her interrupting me and talking to one of the guys. But I didn't, I couldn't, I'm calm and still. I hate this all too familiar sensation. I dislike not being in control of my mind. I feel like a robot, all emotionless. Boring. I continue texting Yolanda, proceeding our conversation before I was in the hospital.

Yolanda The Slut: When are we going to fuuuuuuuuk baby????

Jason: Idk. When are you going to suck these balls?

Yolanda The Slut: I'll suck them right now. You know where I live. Or I can come to you.

Jason: I don't live there no more. We got in a bit of a mess.

Which is true, all because Malarie calling her dad. That asshole called the cops. Even though she said we were somewhere else, they checked our location as well. Destroying our house with their stupid bullets.

Ryan also told me, after they got me in the car that night. They set the whole mansion on fire, leaving no trace of us being there. I was so mad, because I had just went grocery shopping. But I was also glad they did what they had to do. Now we're driving to our other house. It's so plan and old fashion. No Jacuzzi tubs, no remote control for the lights. Now I have to get up and turn them on and off.

Yolanda The Slut: So just text me whenever you want to meet up. I hope you eat me out this time. You never do... :(

Jason: You know I don't go down on nobody. I just feel you're not clean enough for me to place my mouth down there.

Lies. I ate out Malarie and I loved it. I also used to go down on that bitch Stephanie. You know the one I killed a couple of months ago. The one who owed us money, yeah her. She had a nice pink pus-

"Jason are you okay?" Malarie asks, tapping my knee. "Yeah, uh just texting." I nod, still not looking up from my phone.

"Okay. Let me know if you're in pain. I have you pain meds in this bag." She jiggles the bag. I could hear the pills shake.

"Yeah whatever. I will be, okay?" I glance at her once, rolling my eyes annoyed. "Okay." She agrees, leaning over to roll down my window.

Now where was I? Oh yeah, texting Ms. Slutty pants. I continue texting her, until we pull up to our new house.

Jason: Hey so I'll call or text you later. I need some pre-Thanksgiving ass. Since the girl I was telling you about want give me none. -__-

Yolanda The Slut: Okay babe let me know. Just to motivate you, to think faster... I'll send some real sexy pics. ;) you need to drop her and be with me. <3

Jason: Do that!! No bra. No panties. Nah she respects herself. Hurry and send them. Bye.

I locked my phone only to feel it vibrate. I looked down and entered my code and saw a message from Yolanda. It was a topless selfie with the caption 'No bra'. Shit she looks so good. Her breast are so big. She sent another of her... oh my lord!

"We're finally home." Alex announces, opening the garage, pulling in to park the car. "Yeah, we are back to this shitty house." I scoff, getting out the car.

"Do you want your walker or crutches?" Malarie asks politely, going to trunk of the car. "Neither, I'm fine." I roll my eyes, leaning up against the door, ready to walk.

I try to walk, but my legs wouldn't let me. Instead, they buckle a little bit. Damn, what's up? Malarie catches me, struggling not to make us both fall. Alex even helped her with me.

"Get the hell off me! I got it." I yell, pushing her away from me. She still kept her hold on me. "I said move." I shout louder, pushing her away harder.

"Fine! All I was doing was trying to help you out. Fuck you!" She drops my arm, causing me to fall. She even sassily stormed off inside the house, not once looking back. Dumb little bitch made me fall on my ass, in front of the guys!

"Fuck! You're getting Malarie, I swear on your life." I threaten, wishing I was fast enough to catch her. "Oh I'm so scared. Come and get me Jason." She yells sarcastically, inside the house.

"Bro I swear I'm going to cut her fingers off. Go get her for me Alex, hold her down while I do it." I plead through my gritted teeth. Trying to get up. "No baby brother, I'm not going to do that. All she wanted to do was help. Come on, let's get you inside." He picks me up, with the help of Chris.

"We got to talk to you man. We all have some stuff we want to tell you." Alex informs, sitting down next to me on the couch. The rest of the guys took a seat on the floor, or the other couch. This shit is horrible, this is definitely a down grade. "Yeah, it's a lot of stuff to discuss." Za adds, cracking his neck.

"Okay, what about?" I probe, becoming more and more annoyed. "Well first of all, our money and our housing situation. Then about Malarie." I squint my eyes confusingly.

"What about her, ass?" I shout. Her name is the only thing I heard in that sentence. "Man, you are horrible to her an-" He starts, opening up a can of beer.

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Malarie's POV

I can't believe that jerk! All I was trying to do was help him out, I hope his butt hurts, since I let go of him. He's always treating me crappy, then he wonders why I have trust issues or don't want to associate with him. I already forgave him. Only because he's still recovering. Will I tell him that? Hell no.

I go inside the bathroom, gazing in the mirror. There was a slight bruise on my cheek, and hickeys Jason placed all over my neck. I groan, knowing that the bruises would be coming back. It felt nice not to be hit or bruised those three weeks. Now they are back. Yippie. Not.

"Hey Mal Pal." I know that voice. I quickly turn around, and give Cal a big hug. "Hi Cal Pal. I've missed you so much." I mumble into his chest.

"I didn't miss you." I gasp, causing him to chuckle. He hugs me back tighter, swaying from left to right. "I'm just kidding, Mallie Pallie. I have missed you too, very much. I brought this for you, though." He sadly gives me an ice pack, sighing.

I take the ice pack out his hand, holding the coldest firmly against my sore cheek. I giggle, motioning for him to lean down. He does as he's told. Kissing his cheek, I hug him again.

"Thank you so much, you are the greatest person I have ever met. Don't change okay?" He nods, pushing my hair behind my ear. "I won't, now let's ice that cheek so you want get more swollen and bruised." He led us out the bathroom into a room.

"So how's your hurt arm? You've been taking it easy, right?" He raises a quizzical eyebrow. Is lifting Jason's heavy body weight, considered 'taking it easy'? "Uh yeah I have been- ooh this is cold." I giggle, readjusting the ice pack on my cheek.

"You better have been. I was going to scold you like a big brother would've done." He points a stern finger in my direction. "Oh stop it, you little pussy cat." I wave him off, still holding the ice pack on my hurt cheek.

"Only around you, the guys would chew me out. Shoot. they would chew both of us out." He laughs, bringing me into a side hug.

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We talked for what seemed like hours. Being goofy, cracking jokes, telling each other about ourselves. Just being open to one another. Cal is defiantly my best friend. He gets me and he's so nice. Unlike the other guys. They just egg Jason on to hit me, or boss me around.

"Hey, do to you want to play video games?" Cal pokes my side, snapping me out my thoughts. "Yes." I say in a silly funny voice.

"Alrighty." He mocks, sitting up to put in a car racing game. "You get the ugly controller, because this is my room. Oh and you're player two." I laugh, shaking my head at him.

"Oh Cal, you are too much for my existence." I take the controller from his extended hand, finally being able to start playing. "Well, that sounds like me." He chuckles, waiting for the game to start.

Of course I sucked and lost all ten games we played. I wasn't giving up though, I kept playing. I'm not that type of girl, wanting the guy to go easy on her in a game. Nope, I wanted him to play how he usually would. I was in first place, until the door opened and threw off my game.

"Hell yeah, I won!" I pout like a bad sport, focusing my attention on an emotionless looking Jason... standing in the door way on his crutches. "You only won, because I unfortunately got distracted." I slap his shoulder playfully.

"Oh don't be a sore loser, every gamer knows not to let anything or anyone distract them." He gave me a side hug, rocking me. "I guess, but I was about to wi-" I jumped at the bedroom door being slammed shut. "Get out Cal, I got to talk to Malarie." Jason steps in the room, standing in front of the TV.

I look at Cal with pleading eyes, not to leave me. He stood up, not without me sanding up next to him.

"Uh Jason, this is my room." He shrugs as if it was nothing. "Well I'll take her inti mine." He grabs my arm, pulling me to where the door was. I yanked out of his grasp. Making him stumble on his crutches.

"Shit Malarie, I nearly fell! I just want to talk to you, damn." Shaking my head in pure refusal, I step closer to Cal. "Your talking is beating me black and blue, or you know what else." I say in umpteenth amounts of embarrassment.

"So, but that's beside the point, I really want to talk to you." I shake my head again. "So you rather talk to him, instead of me?" He motions to Cal with one of his crutches. "Yes. He's way nicer than you, and he doesn't hurt girls or innocent people like you." Jason smirks suggestively.

"Oh so you think." Cal stiffens beside me. I looked up at him in utter confusion. "You don't know what you're talking about Jason." I defend, being the best friend I can be.

"But baby I do. Cal isn't what he puts off to be, right Cal?" He darkly chuckles, cracking his scarred knuckles. "Jason this conversation stops. Go talk to Mal." Cal speaks through his gritted teeth, making me shake slightly.

"Nah, let's talk about you. You know how yourself, rape women or hmm, what about when you torture and kill people. Didn't you want me to murder my girl? Oh let's not forget me saying no to the gang bang." Jason smirks, folding his arms. Satisfied of what he just said.

I move away from Cal, Nervous, sad, and upset he would do such things and say that about me. A single tear slip down my cheek. Though I angrily wiped it away, walking pass them both. Cal pulled me back, giving me hurt eyes.

"Don't touch me Cal!" I shout, pushing him away. "Wait Mal Pal-" He starts, although I cut him off.

"Don't call me that! Y-you rapist, murdering jerk." I croak, letting my tears freely fall. "I-I didn't-" He tries again.

"Save it, okay? I'm just going to go to bed. God still loves you." He let go of my arm, as I proceed to walk out his room.

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I make it to Jason's room- Cal showed me where it was earlier. I can't believe him. I mean I guess I was too naive to think he was different. All these guys are like that. I thought he was my friend, my protector, my play brother. But no, he's just like Jason and everybody else. I was so very thankful for him. Why does my life have to be this way? I just want to go home. I cry tears of hurt and sadness.

"Oh quit crying, you needed to know. Hell we all wanted to have you. I said no, because you're mine. I saved your ass that night." Jason sneers, taking a seat by my feet. "Is that supposed to make me feel better? You stopping your worthless gang from molesting me? For your information it doesn't. It makes me feel worse." I croak, wiping my tears.

"Well get over it. They know you're off limits." He caresses my leg so very roughly. "It doesn't help the fact, that I know what you all had planned. If you were that painful, I can't even imagine nine other people inside me." I cry, turning away from him on the bed.

"Come on stop being a baby. You're  alive and well." He rubs his wandering hands all over my butt. "Stop! I'm not in the mood. Why can't we have one day- one day of no screaming, hitting, or sexual stuff? Just fun." I sniffle, pushing his hand away.

"Forget you then, you can't always get what you want. I'm going to have sex with some girl anyway. I don't need you. You're a useless bitch." He shouts, crawling to my face to yell some more at me. "Says the one who was just trying to get in my pants right now. Oh yeah, and at the hospital. Should I remind you, I had you moaning my name. Because you did." I shout back,  angrily, as I push him away with my foot.

He clenches his jaw, grabbing my foot, weirdly rubbing it as I attempt to kick out his grasp. Placing a chaste kiss on it, he gets up walking out the room. Leaving me to cry my tears away.

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I cried so much, I got a killer headache. Cal tried so many times to talk to me, but I waved him off. He even brought up my dinner, but I refused to eat it. I was too afraid they were trying to poison me. You know, since they all so called wanted me.

I also heard Jason and some girl moaning in the other room. I know it was him, because all I heard was 'Oh my God Jason'. 'Do me harder Jason'. Or 'Eat me out please'. I had to laugh when I kept hearing her say that. I guess he didn't want to... I don't care. As long as he's banging her roughly, I am fine.

"Mal Pal please talk to me." Cal walk into the room, for the twentieth time today. I ignore him, getting under the covers. I feel his body lay on the bed next to me. "I'm sorry. Please talk to me, I never meant for you to find out like that." His voice cracks into a million pieces.

"Explain." I speak in a nonchalant manner, not wanting to talk to him at all. "W-what?" He asks, questionably. I turn around, looking at his sad face.

"I said explain. Go, you have two minutes." I sit up, leaning on my elbow. "Thank you, I really appreciate yo-" I raise my pointer finger, shaking my head.

"You're wasting your time Cal." I look at him uncaringly, while he nods weakly. "O-okay. When Jason's dad was over the gang, we had to do certain steps... to uh, prove that we were trustworthy. Now don't hate me okay?" He fumbles with his fingers, looking at me like a lost puppy.

"I don't know, Cal." I admit, looking down at the black blanket I'm wrapped up in. "Alright then, just try not to. I'll continue. In order to prove our trust, we had to torture someone- that was step one. I didn't want to Mal, you have to believe me. I know I kill people for a living, but back then I was scared. I was a young and stupid, only sixteen. I had to torture this one guy for hours. Just to prove I was down with the gang." He stops talking, glancing down at me. Probably to see if I was listening, I am.

"You can continue, I'm listening to what you have to say Cal." I say nicer this time. "Malarie if it wasn't for the gang, I would be dead. My parents died in a house fire... I barely got out. I met the leader and head of the Panthers, Richard McCann. Alex and Jason's father. He introduced me to fast money, drugs, prostitutes, and murdering people. The second step was to kill an innocent, I didn't want to. But they threatened to kill me if I didn't. I wanted them too. I didn't want to kill the woman. But I did." He croaks, looking at me with tears in his eyes.

"My God Cal." I adjust my sitting, just for Cal to grab my arm. He thinks I'm leaving. "I'm not leaving, I'm getting comfortable." I giggle, pushing my hair out my face

"Oh, uh right. I um, I stabbed her in her heart twice. Making sure to take her life away quickly. I was so mad at myself, I tried to commit suicide. The worst part was I had to rape a totally different woman, in that same night. That was the third step- it was the step most important to him. I found a random lady, and they watched me do it. I tried going slowly, just trying to be gentle with her. They made me fasten my pace though." I look at his hunched in shoulders, seeing that's he's truly disappointed in his behavior.

"They? Whose they?" I search his eyes quizzically, waiting for him to reply to me. "Richard McCann, and his sidekicks. His dirty bastard friends." He scoffs, balling up his fist.

"I'm so sorry Cal. I shouldn't had judged you like that." I hesitantly scoot closer to him, giving him a hug. He immediately gave me one back, not letting me go. "Although, Alex and Jason had it far more badly than the rest of us. They had to kill children, innocent families, old and helpless people. I can't imagine how they're feeling." I nod my head, still hugging him.

"Cal, were you all really going to rape me? And did you really want Jason to kill me, like he said you suggested?" I ask sadly, in a soft voice, as I hold my head down lowly.

He didn't answer right away, so I took that as the answer of my question. He grabs my hand, holding it in a friendly way.

"Yes, yes we were Malarie. I only wanted him to kill you, so you wouldn't have to endure his torture. I take it all back now." I nod, letting a lone tear escape my face. Sniffling, I wipe my face, weakly smiling at him. "I'm sorry I'm all messed up. We all are so used to hurting, and beating on women. Richard put the thought in our heads, as some type of reward. Like a reward of joining the gang." He grits his teeth as he speaks each word angrily.

"Some messed up reward." I murmur, still holding his hand. "I know. Malarie I'm so happy you escaped when you did, We were going to hurt you that night. You got away, I'm so proud of you." He side hugs me, kissing my forehead. Instantly making me jump in fright, his face showed hurt.

"I'm not proud of myself, I let Jason hurt me in that way already." My voice cracks. "Look at me," He turns my face to his, smiling weakly. "I'm not going to hurt you, in any form or fashion. And not because Jason so called said, but because you're not like the women we hurt. You're nice, not some prostitute or whore. They didn't deserve it either, but you Mal Pal, you defiantly don't deserve it. I knew I was going to be your friend when he brought you back. You remember when I asked you to play video games with me?" I smile lightly, playing a clapping with our hands.

"Yeah, and Jason said that I didn't deserve to play games, and that bad girls don't get rewarded." I chuckle at Cal's eye roll. "I was sadden that he hurt you. Malarie I am so grateful to have you as my friend. I know finding this out about me, put a bump in our friendship. But if you are willing, can you give me another chance to prove my friendship to you again?" His eyes show a pleading like look to them.

"Yes, I will give you another chance. I'm still so sad you didn't mention all of this, but you were forced and I can't hold you to that. Are you still my Cal Pal?" I ask, batting my eye lashes suggestively. "I will always be your Cal Pal." He hugs me, as I too, hug him back.

"So you can forgive him easily, but take your sweet ass time forgiving me?" Jason walks into the room with just his boxer briefs on. While a random half-naked girl, holds his body up. "I-" I start, yet his intense glare shuts me up quickly.

"Save it, let's go Yo-Yo." He snaps his finger, while he and the girl make their way out the door.

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- Ahhh!! Chapter 18! It's extra long, because I didn't update yesterday.

- Jason is finally out the hospital!

- Thanks for reading, voting, and commenting. <3

- Alexis -