I don't know which hurt more; the slap which I collected from CJ before he left the room, or the horrifying revelation that Jaxon was practically a traitor. I hung my head lowly for a moment, contemplating on how I could get out of here, that is if I actually can. I rose my head again and looked around the room, before I began to struggle to get hands out of the tight ropes. I began to get a burning sensation in my wrists as I began to wiggled my wrists, trying to get out. I felt the warm blood ooze slowly out and slowly made it's way down my hand to drip onto the ground. I grimace but continued to wriggle feeling more and more blood leave my wrists.

"Fuck," I murmured then let out a sigh. I tried with my feet also, but was to no avail. "Fuck, fuck fuck!" I screamed, "Get me out of here!"

"Untie me, you fucking bastards!" I shout again. I squirmed and wiggled in my seat in hope of breaking free, but the ropes were tied too tightly around my almost frail arms and legs. 

"Shut the fuck up, will you!" The door slammed open and I immediately craned my neck back to see who entered the room, although I could already tell by the sound of his voice. CJ came in front of me, with a prominent scowl on his face. He wasted no time to backhand me causing my head to violently pelt to the side. I instantly felt the sting of a new cut on my bottom lip, then came the metalic taste of my blood as I ran my tongue across it slowly. 

"Make one more sound and I'll kill you." I narrowed my eyes at him before I spat in his face. "Fuck you!" CJ wiped off his face, which contorted in anger further and further by the second. "Bitch!" he scowled as he slapped me across the face, yet again, causing more blood. When I kept my head downward, CJ began to speak. "Look, I don't want to hurt you, Sebastian. I just want Jared. And you fucking know where he is. So the longer you take to tell us where he is... well I guess you'll just have to see what happens."

"Fuck. You." I tell him as I rose my head. I don't even know where the fuck Jared is. But he won't even believe me if I tell him that. CJ fisted my top and tugged me out of the chair, and he managed to lift me off the ground. "Tell me where Jared is."

"No." He gave me a deadly glare, before he chucked me down on the ground. CJ pelt a kick to my stomach and I instantly curled up in a ball in pain. I try to mask the pain in my stomach by creating pain in my lower lip as I bit down on it, but that didn't actually work. And still, I didn't give out the information which I didn't even have.

"You're going to tell me where Jared is, if it's the last thing you fucking do!" he kicked me again, causing even more pain. I felt the blood rising up and I spat it out in a sickly cough. "Still not talking?" He rose his foot to stamp me and I squeezed my eyes shut. When I realized I hadn't died yet, I slowly blinked my eyes open. "Stop, CJ. He won't tell us anything if you do that, now would he?" I tried to move my body so I could see the face of the person who practically just saved my life, but I was too weak. 

"Get him up." I was roughly graveled up and chucked back into the chair. My head held downward and all I saw was the fancy, dress shoes of the man in front of me. "Look at me," he said cooly. He doesn't speak as viciously as CJ, which was a relief. But I still felt unable to lift my head. Someone fisted my hair and brought my head up in a hostile way. My eyes scanned the man in front of me. He was dressed to perfection, which was a surprise to me. He didn't look like the criminal type, like CJ. He looked professional, like a businessman. He was dressed in a clean and crisp black suit, with clean dress shoes on his feet. His dark hair was gelled back making his already youth filled face seem younger. Despite his faint facial hair, he looked around thirty years old. 

He cocked his head to the side a little bit as he stared down at me. I coughed again, spewing a little blood on myself, and he took a careful step backwards. "Clean yourself up," he said in disdain, even though no one actually provided anything for me to wipe my mouth with. His eyes went up to CJ who was violently keeping my head up, but he said nothing to him. When his eyes came back to me, he said, "Sebastian. I'm Crimson. And you have some valuable information for me, correct?"

"I-I-I don't-" 

"Quit the stuttering. Tell me where Jared is."

"I don't fucking know, okay. I-I don't know where he is." I finally said. Crimson's eyes went up to CJ, then to the side of him, where two other 'bodyguards' stood silently, both dressed in all black. 

"Wasn't he with you?" he asked me.

"We left him inside the motel," I mustered up, "I don't know where he went."

"I need Jared Alexander," he said simply.

"Well I don't know where he is."

"That's unfortunate," Crimson muttered softly then began to walk back toward the door, leaving me with CJ. Before he left, however, he said monotonously, "Kill him." Then I heard the door close, leaving me along with CJ. I tugged my head out of his grip, just as he shoved it away. "This is going to be fun."

"You're a fucking ashole," I spit venemously. CJ sent me daggers in the form of a glare. I didn't take back what I said, despite him pulling out his gun and pointing it straight to me. I don't even think I'm afraid to die. I've had a fucking gun pointed at me so many times lately, it's become extremely easy to just accept death. "Do it. Kill me," I said to him after noticing that he was hesitating a bit. He smirked at me, "Oh I'm going to. I was just wondering if that was actually your last words."

"Yes. I'll die happy knowing I spit in the face of a fucking asshole!" I shouted the last part, which fuelled him even more. He glowered at me before roughly pressing the gun to my forehead. I closed my eyes and waited for him to pull the trigger. My mind went back to something peaceful. My family. In spite of them being the happiest thing in my life, I felt a single tear strum down my cheek as I reminisce on those fucked up times we had. My mind instantly went to Bear, whose real name is actually Cyrus, but, according to them, when they first brought me home, he presented me with a giant (to a two year old) teddy bear. And from then the only thing I called him was Bear. Then there was Dad, who was always the bad cop, but he was cool in his own way. I could never even begin to fathom how Dad fell for someone as reckless and careless as Bear, knowing he is a very careful person and has a major case of OCD. Then my annoying little brother Charlie. Just the thought of him brings a smile to my face. He claims he despise me, but it's obvious he doesn't, and vice versa. I can't hate Charlie. It's just my job to embarrass him in front of his crush. And soon, we'll have a new member to the family. The only girl. And she's going to receive so much love and attention. She'll grow up in a great home and she'll become a rebel of society, which is absolutely perfect.

The sound of a gunshot pierced through the silence.

But there was no pain. Is this death? Painless?

"Fuck," I heard CJ said, and I blinked my eyes open. The gun was no longer to my forehead. "Your fucking boyfriend is out."

"Ely?" I perked up, which caused much pain, but I ignored it all, by the mention of Ely. CJ furrowed his eyebrows at me for a moment, looking completely confused. Then realization seemed to hit him and he nodded his head. He let out a humourless laugh then shook his head. But he didn't say anything on the topic which got me angsty.

"We'll just have to quicken this process, then attend to him." Just as he said that however, the door broke in and a man, who looked like a bodyguard from earlier came flying in. CJ looked up and I could see the shock, mixed with fear in his eyes. But it was gone just as fast as it appeared. His immediate action was to shoot and I winced at the amount of bullets he let out. CJ then faced the gun to me and just as he went to pull the trigger, there was another bullet, again tricking me into thinking it was my time to go. CJ crippled to the floor and I let out a sigh of relief. Not only because I wasn't being shot, but also because CJ was still bawling out in pain, and so I knew he wasn't dead. Just as I thought that, Jaxon appeared and knocked him out with his gun. 

I stared in shock as he came to me and untied my legs, then came up to undo my arms. He then took a step back and he stared down at me, as if expecting me to tell him thanks. I struggled to get on my feet, in spite of all the pain coming from my lower abdomen. Jaxon held out his hand to help me keep my balance but I shrugged away. I stared at him. He looked perfect; he was clean and he smelt good. Unlike me who's been kept captive here and who's been beaten and bruised. He wore a black V-neck top paired with a black jeans, all of which were clean. My clothes were bloody and dirty, and tattered and torn.

"Sebastian I-"

I mustered up all the strength I had in my body so I could slap Jaxon hard across the face. "Stay the fuck away from me."

"Sebastian, hear me out-"

"No. Leave me alone."

"I'm not leaving you here."

"I'd rather stay here alone and die, than go anywhere with you," I seethed. Jaxon groaned loudly while running his fingers through his hair. I took a seat again, cringing in pain as I sat stiffly, then I finally relaxed in the seat. I sighed softly, trying not to be caught in pain by Jaxon.

"Okay, I deserve that. And I understand why you'd want to hate me right now, but before you do can you at least listen to the full story?" He took a step closer to me and slouched down so he was in front of me. Although he wasn't very close, I still moved my head to look away from him. Jaxon sighed the stood up again. He walked to the wall, leaning against it.

"My intentions were never to hurt you," he started. I kept my eyes focused on the wall away from him. If I was actually well enough to walk, I would have left him here. I don't want to listen to this. I don't care about his intentions. What matters is that he did it. "I needed to find Jared and take him back here and I'd get paid. That's it. You only became involved with this because of your involvement with Jared."

"How did you know about that?"

"I live a street away from you, I could literally see him walking to get to your place." Gosh, that means everyone probably saw, and everyone knew that I was fucking Jared secretly. I'm a fucking idiot. 

"So you showing up to my place wasn't completely random? You were using me to get to Jared. Was there even anywhere special you had to go? Was there even any fucking diamonds?" I asked looking at him incredulously. Did he plan for me to run away then get caught by CJ? 

"Yes, of course there were fucking diamonds! Jesus Christ, Sebastian, can you stop with the questions and let me speak?" He looked like he was just dying on the inside from the lack of shouting at me. I stared at him silently, waiting for him to explain. I have to admit, I actually want to hear this reason of his. It better be worth my time.

"Her name is Cami." He said at first.

"Cami? What, is that your girlfriend or something? I thought you liked guys?" I rose my eyebrows. 

"She's my sister, Sebastian. Our parents left us and we went unto the system and we got separated when we were young and just like me she went into an abusive home. Except she got sexually abused. They offered me the first half of the diamonds to get Jared, and the second half when the job was actually done. When I got you, they stole them back."

"So then why did you stay? Why continue to work for them?"

"Because I had fucking hope. Those diamonds could have gotten me to my sister then ship us out of this fucked up country, fucking far away." His eyes were locked on mine and I could tell that he was being completely honest. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. But how could I possibly believe him? How do I know that he's not just a really great actor? This whole thing could be rubbish and the moment I turn my back on him, he rips my spine open.

I continued to stare at him. Trying to figure out what to do with this guy. He continued to look into my eyes and I wish I could say that I didn't want to forgive him. 

"I didn't want you getting hurt," he told me softly. 

"Yeah, but you were all fine with them hurting Jared. You're such a-"

"Which battle are you fucking fighting, Sebastian? I fucking came back for you, isn't that enough?"

"Well then leave! Fucking leave me here, asshole." I sneered and tried to stand up. The pain was immense still, but I shoved it all back so I could at least make it to the door. Before I could even make my first step, Jaxon was behind me, with his arm around my waist, keeping me up. "Let me help you, Sebastian." I pinned him a deadly glare, but said nothing to deny. I didn't want his help. He's so selfish. He doesn't even care about what could happen to Jared, or where the fuck he is right now. I just really hope Jared isn't going through as much pain as I am. I hope he remains hiding and stays away from people like fucking Jaxon.

"Crimson got away," Jaxon said softly as he led me out of the house. Although it was dark, I could still tell exactly where we were. It was Cj's place. Obviously they'd take me somewhere that was so obvious no one would guess. Jaxon helped me into the a car then he took the driver's seat.

"Of course you let him get away.." I added then rolled my eyes.

"Hey, I fucking saved your life, okay, you could at least be a little more appreciative. You didn't even tell me thanks."

"'Cause I didn't ask you to! You should have left me there to die."

"Don't be an ass, Sebastian," he said. His eyes were trained on the road and he shook his head a bit. I scoffed loudly, "What? You would have never let anything hurt me, right? Gosh, you're pathetic."

Jaxon wasted no time to pull the car to the side of the road, then stared at me incredulously. I folded my arms over my chest and looked away from him. He deserves all of this. He was working with Crimson. He claims it was all for his sister, but a huge part of me refuses to believe that. How can I believe anything he says?

"What the fuck is your problem, Sebastian? Okay, yes, I get it, I screwed up and I betrayed your trust, but what's with that attitude? If it wasn't for me you'd be dead right now, okay. I'm fucking taking you back to your family, the fucking least you could do is quit that attitude and be just a tad bit more grateful."

"You want a thank you?" I argued back, "Okay, thank you, Jaxon, thank you for absolutely ruining my life. Thank you for dragging me into your messed up world and single handedly fucking up my life. I didn't ask you to fucking kidnap me, I didn't ask for a flashback into my past by seeing Jared again, so I don't think it's necessary for you to get a 'Thank You' from me."

"Get the fuck out."

I turned to him and my jaw dropped slightly. He stared into my eyes and I knew he was serious. I scoffed, "Gladly." When I hopped out the car, the pain returned, but I just began to walk. I needed to get away from him. I don't even know where in gods name we were. Which part of Colorado is this? I can even remember taking this route to get here the first time when I was with CJ. I continued to struggle to walk, not caring if he drove off or not... which he didn't.

The next thing I heard was the slamming of a car door. He held back my wrist to stop me, even though I didn't really reach very far. I tugged my hand out of his then took a step back. "Look, I'm sorry. Can you get back in the car?"

"No. You wanted me out, well, I'm out. Leave me alone." I took another step back but Jaxon held my arm to stop me. "Sebastian, you're acting like an idiot. I fucking know I betrayed your trust, you don't have to say it over and over again. Will you just allow me to take you home? Then you can hate me and curse me and whatever the fuck else you want to do."

"I wanna slap you again. And kick you in the balls," I told him.

He rolled his eyes. "Sebastian, I'm sorry you had to go through all this shit because of me. And I mean that." I stared up at him, then blinked back down. I nodded my head in acceptance slowly. "It's not okay, but just for my benefit and my conscience, I'll forgive you."

Jaxon gazed down at me, then eventually flashed me a smile. I tried my hardest not to smile back, but I failed miserably. I took a step closer to him and tried to give him a hug, but I just ended up slouching in pain the moment I tried to reach around him. Jaxon chuckled and held me around my waist, carefully pulling me closer to him. I managed to hug him softly, causing him to laugh. I rest my head on his shoulder and remained there for a while. Jaxon lifted my head, then cupped my cheeks, making sure I stared at him. Jaxon leaned in and confidently placed his lips on mine, as if he knew I was going to kiss him back. 

I slowly pulled away after about ten seconds of contact. I blinked up at him and furrowed my eyebrows, but he didn't seem to regret anything. His emerald eyes were locked on mine, until I looked away. I don't want to make things awkward, but I can't help it. I have so many things running through my mind. What's going to happen after this? I still don't even feel safe right now. How can I just kiss him like that. I'm dying to know what  happened to Jared. I can't just put that all behind me.

"I'm sorry..." I tell him softly.

"Do you not like me?" He didn't move away from me and his hands were still around my waist. 

"Yes. Of course. Like fucking trust me, I like you. It's just that... well what's going to happen after this?"

"Nothing," he simply said. "I have to leave. I can't stay here. I need to go for my sister."

"You're leaving?" I took a step backwards. "Like forever? Can't you get her then come back? You don't even have money."

"We'll work something out. It only matters that she's out of there. And I'm not coming back here," he shook his head, as though the thought of him coming back to Colorado is so absurd. "I don't want you to leave, Jaxon." I fisted his top gently and looked up at him. Jaxon held me around my waist once again and he pulled me in closer. I swallowed my saliva then looked away. Jaxon rose my head with his index finger, but didn't move after that. I just stared into those beautiful emerald eyes. Then I  began to look at his lips, and my gaze shifted from his eyes to his lips. Gosh, what the fuck is he doing to me?

We remained silent for a moment. 

I sighed softly and shook my head. What's the point of holding back anything right now? He's leaving. It'll all be over and done with when he's gone. I decided to just fuck it. Live for the moment. I hooked my arms around his neck as I leaned in closer, also noticing the smile appearing on his face as I did so. His lips met mine in a blissful kiss, which actually made me smile. I hooked my fingers and brought him closer to me as I opened my mouth for his tongue to slide in. His hands slide down my body, stopping at the small of my back. I pulled away and stared at him with a smirk. "Ah, so now you're shy..."

"Fuck you," he answered and leaned in again, this time allowing his hands to go all the way down. I smiled yet again and continued kissing him for a while, until we both had to stop for air. I rest my forehead on his, but kept my eyes downward. Jaxon leaned in to peck my lips once again.

"We should go..." I tell him softly, "I'm actually in a lot of pain right now."

"Right. Yes. Uh let's go then." He nodded quickly and looked away but I could see the blush forming. It made a giant smile creep onto my face. "Would you like help getting back to the car?"

"Yes please."

"Well then you shouldn't have gotten out," he answered. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped as I stared at him incredulously. He is such an idiot. "Seriously," I whine, "I'm dying here. Help me." He laughed softly and shook his head, but then he helped me anyway.

"You know I have an injury also, right?" he said as he helped me into the car.

"And who's fault is that?" I shrugged.

"Savage motherfucker," was his reply as he shut the door. I chuckled softly and shook my head as I watched him walk around the car to get to the driver's seat. However as he reached the front of the car, a man dressed in all black came up to him. I furrowed my eyebrows to take in the scene. The man got extremely close to Jaxon, but then Jaxon shoved him away. As he did that I got a glimpse of something shiney which the guy was holding, and at first when I saw it I thought it was a diamond of some sort. But after taking in the way Jaxon began to act after it was revealed, I began to think differently. He backed away slowly and the man stepped up closer to him. 

Jaxon's eyes flickered to mine, as if telling me to do something, but I felt so confused. What the hell am I supposed to do?