Nobody Told Me That I Would Be Learning To French Kiss HIM in French Class! [`17]

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"We believe that your son is in fact, alive!" argued the stern-looking detective to Mrs. Carolina Miller. She had her legs crossed, a solemn expression on her face. She got a call in the middle of an emergency, so she had to pass the patient down to her colleagues.

Her husband wasn't home yet because he needed to sort out things at work. Something was wrong with the servers or something. Mr. Miller always talked in technical terms that she couldn't quite understand. So to mock him, she sometimes did the same.

"If he is," she started to speak coldly, "then where is he? I am done of being patient with you guys and sit here doing nothing! I want to know where is Jason now!"

"We're not quite sure," interfered the other detective, who was a bit shorter and chubby with dark hair and a goatee. "We have an idea, but we need to plan things out first. We can't just barge in there--"

"An idea," Carolina snorted, her arms crossed.

"Mrs. Miller," said the first detective, Jayden Lopez said, regaining back his calm demeanor. "Please have some hope in us. We're going to try everything we can to save your son."

* * *

My head...

I woke up, feeling black and blue. I couldn't recall anything for the first few minutes. All I could think of was how much sore my shoulders and neck were. My legs were in pain too. And I was sure that I scrapped a bit skin off of my arms. It stung, but when I opened my eyes and realized that I was still seeing black, the pain got replaced by fear and confusion.

And all at once I felt nauseated.

My breathing went heavy. It was as if my own breathing was dragging me down, making me losing my grip on my energy and how low it was. Maybe that was why I was so light-headed. I still couldn't see anything. In that moment of panicking, I thought I was blind.

But I realized that something was covering my eyes. A piece of dark fabric. I tried to remove it but then I found out that my hands were tied behind my back!

"Shit," I muttered under my breath, feeling the rope cutting into the skin of my wrists as I struggled more. Whoever tied me up, they made sure that they tied me up so tightly that I wouldn't be able to escape.

Or punch the asshole who did this to me, I thought briefly just to humor myself.

I forced my mind to remember what happened. I could remember going back to my house with Matt. The warmth I felt when I held his hand. The lights...police cars.

And there was Jason.

Was it just an illusion?

No. I blacked out.

Why, though?

I grimaced. Before I blacked out, I felt a sharp, blinding pain at the side of my head. Someone hit me. It was too dark for me to see who. That or I was just in some kind of denial that maybe, most likely, Jason was the one who hit me.

Sheesh, it was too hot in here for me to think clearly. I was sweating. It was as if I was in an oven of some sort.

Maybe I died and went to hell. And hell felt like this?

I heard the echo of footsteps coming towards me faintly. And instantly I hyperventilated. All of this felt so surreal, so creepy and scary. What if there was a ghost? Oh shit, I was terrified by the supernatural dammit!

Then I heard a door creaking open.

I rested my head on the wall behind me, trying to steady my breathing. Shit. The footsteps were getting nearer and nearer until it stopped.

Apparently this one ghost actually liked to see me in torture. God, please save me I don't want to get eaten by some kind of a ghoul--

"Hannah."

I knew that voice too well!

"Jason!" I cried out, unexpectedly letting a sob out. "Jason, what is this place? What happened? Why..." I trailed off, my head pounding more and more as these questions popped in my head.

"Had a nice nap?" he said, sounding amused.

"Jason, this is not funny!" I screamed. He grabbed the damp blindfold that covered my eyes harshly away. I flinched. The room was small, and looked old. It was around midnight...I think. I couldn't see much. The light was dim and yellow.

I looked at that figure in front of me. The same taunting smile with a glint of mischief in his eyes. But it was different. That glint was more...crazy in one way or another.

"Long time no see, Hannah."

I just stared at him in confusion and disbelief. I could hear the sound of another guy's voice faintly, growing louder and louder. When I saw him at the doorway, he was holding a cellphone.

"...since you don't care much about the well-being of your son, we figured we'd capture both of them. Him, and his little sister."

A pause, a cynic smile before he tossed the phone to Jason. "Bitch wants to know if your kid sister is alive."

I stared back and forth, from Jason to the stranger at the doorway. Jason crouched in front of me. He then held up the phone near me and glared at me. I wonder if I could tell them...tell them that Jason was here and acting real weird and...

I felt a sharp pain on my leg and screamed in agony as Jason continued to press something cold and sharp against my leg. I could feel the blood trickling out of that spot. "Stop it! Stop!" I screamed, writhing around trying to get away from Jason.

He then placed his palm on my mouth roughly before tossing the phone back to the stranger. "Proof enough to you."

Trembling, I glared daggers at Jason. "Y-you're in this all along aren't you?"

"Took you long enough to figure that out, Hannah?"

I spat at him.