Pain and.. pain?

Thanks for the reviews as always, I really appreciate it!:) Jason's life is taking yet
another turn. I'm getting the vibe that people dont want a sequal, they want this story to go on longer so I think that is what I'll do.

But I think I'll be continuing with Nemo as well, that little werecat has been bugging me a lot lately, he feels left out. When I continue with Nemo, I probably wont be able to update as often as I have so far but I'll try to keep up. I had a mild writer's block with this story after the small break I had with writing when my friend was here but now I'm back on track:)


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Hope you like it.




CHAPTER 31



Around half past five Kevin was about to leave for work. He had his jacket on and his keys ready in his hand while glancing at his wristwatch every two seconds. His problem: Thomson was late.

“Damn it. Jason, I have to go. I’m sure Cody will be here any minute now but I can’t hang around and wait or I’ll be late. Don’t leave the apartment and don’t open the door to anyone but Cody, got it?” The bouncer grumbled finally and looked at me straight in the eyes. I nodded and settled on the couch, pulling my knees against my chest and hugging them loosely.

“I’ll be fine Kevin.” I mumbled and looked down. He didn’t trust me, that’s why he was anxious. “I won’t leave the apartment and I won’t touch anything, I promise.” I continued and Kevin stopped pacing around.

“Um, right. Of course you’ll be fine. I have to go now.” He said after a while and turned towards the door. When his hand reached the door handle, I nibbled on my lower lip nervously and kept my eyes on the floor when picking up my courage.

“K-Kevin?”

“Yeah?” The man turned to look at me again.

“Thanks. For e-everything.” I lifted my head to look at him. “I just.. t-thank y-you.” I stuttered and Kevin gave me a small smile.

“My pleasure kiddo. I’m glad you called me. I’m glad I could help. I left money for pizza on the kitchen table, don’t let Cody to pay.” He said and I nodded again. Kevin left and I got off the couch, padding across the room to the door and locking it before putting the safety chain on. I double checked that the door was locked before returning to the couch and wrapping the fleece blanket around myself, hugging bunny close and curling up in the corner before turning the TV on. I wished Thomson wouldn’t show up at all. I would be fine all by myself.




I was watching some movie of a big casino heist when there was a knock on the door. My first reaction was panic and I jumped off the couch, my heart racing hard in my chest.

“Jason?” A voice asked through the door and I let out the breath I hadn’t noticed I had been holding in. Detective Thomson. “Open the door Jason.” Thomson knocked on the door again and I crossed the room slowly, still holding on to bunny. I fumbled with the locks until I could pull the door open and looked down nervously when I saw Thomson.

“You alright?”

“Y-Yes, s-sir.” I mumbled nervously and stepped aside to let him in, clutching bunny tightly.

“Call me Cody, kid. Hey, you’re watching Ocean’s Eleven.” The detective said and shrugged off his jacket while marching towards the couch. I watched him throw his jacket over the back of the couch and flop down on to it before turning back to the door and locking it again.

Once the door was locked, hugged bunny with both hands and turned to face the man on the couch. He took my spot. I turned away and went to the kitchen instead. Kevin had told me that we should order pizza for dinner and I saw the money on the table like he had said. I sighed and sat on one of the chairs, pulling my knees up to my chest and resting my heels on the edge of my seat. I set my chin on top of my knees and let my finger fiddle with the toy’s soft surface while staring at the kitchen table. I was worried about Kevin. And I was worried about myself. If.. When he got arrested tonight, I would be taken into fostercare. Maybe that was why Thomson was here, to take me away after the raid was finished.

I heard the man move in the livingroom and then come into the kitchen but didn’t move.

“Are you hungry? We can order the pizza now if you want to.” Thomson said on his way to the fridge and grabbed a beer before turning to look at me. I kept my eyes on the table and felt how tension spread back into my shoulders. There was a quiet ‘pop’ of a beer cap and then Thomson said. “I’ll call for the pizza. What do you want in yours?”

When I didn’t answer him, he picked up the phone and said. “Come on kid, I promised Kev I’d make sure you eat. What do you want on your pizza?”

“I don’t care, sir.” I mumbled quietly, got off my seat and left the room. The movie was still on but I ignored it and went to the bedroom instead. I got on the bed and hid under the covers, hoping that Thomson would let me be. I wasn’t even hungry.




Half an hour later there was a knock on the open bedroom door and Thomson said.

“Dinner’s here.”

I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Steps drew closer and then the covers were pulled away from me. “Come on, kid. Dinner.” Thomson continued and I didn’t move, still hoping that he would think that I was asleep. Thomson sighed and a land on landed on my shoulder. My body jerked forward and I rolled over onto my back so I could see the detective. I stared at him with wide eyes, panting hard and the man took a step away from the bed.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Jason.” Thomson said with a sigh and l looked away from him. Yeah right. No one was ever there to hurt me, I pushed them into hurting me. If I wouldn’t fight it I wouldn’t get hurt. That’s what Jonathan always told me. Maybe he was right.

Thomson looked like he was about to say something again and I crawled off the bed before he could start yelling at me. I went to the kitchen and sat down with my head down. There were two pizzas on the table but I didn’t touch them. Thomson walked in slowly and opened one of them before pushing it in front of me.

“There you go. I ordered pepperoni for you. “ He said and I pulled the box closer reluctantly. We ate in silence, me staring the table and Thomson watching me like a hawk. The pizza was getting stuck in my throat and I was having hard time getting it down. When I had successfully finished two slices, I closed the box and thanked Thomson quietly before getting on my feet.

“Sit back down, Jason. I want to have a word with you.” The detective said instantly and I sat back down stiffly, my heart racing in my chest and my stomach clenching in fear. I kept my eyes firmly on the table and waited for the questions to start.

The detective just watched me for a moment before setting down his half eaten pizza slice and picking up his beer.

“Tell me about your dad, Jason. Anything. Where he might be, who are his friends, when you last saw him, anything.” He said then and I clutched my baggy jeans with my fists nervously. “Jason?”

“I.. I d-don’t k-know s-sir.” I mumbled and let my head fall forward until my chin touched my chest.

Thomson sighed and set his bottle down. “You do know what is going on tonight, don’t you Jason, with the Cave?” He asked and I nodded stiffly. “Kevin is probably going to get arrested along with the others and he won’t be coming back in the morning. I’m taking you to the precinct to be questioned tomorrow and these questions are going to be asked Jason.” He continued and I looked up carefully. Kevin wasn’t coming back.

“S-Sir?”

“Call me Cody, kid.”

I just nodded timidly and tugged on the hem of my shirt nervously. “W-What’s g-going t-to h-h-happen to K-Kevin, s-s-sir?” I stuttered out and forced myself to keep my head up even though Thomson’s eyes seemed to be burning holes in my skin. The detective let loose another sigh and shrugged his shoulders just slightly.

“I really don’t know, kid. Hopefully they go easy on him because he did tell everything he knew about the club willingly but there is a chance that they’ll lock him up.” Thomson said and I let my head drop back down. Kevin could go to jail because of me. Because I was too stupid to know how to take care of myself.

“It’s all my f-fault.” I whispered quietly and felt the familiar burning of tears in my eyes.

“No it’s not, Jason. Kevin should have come forward about what has been going on at that club since he found out. He fucked up and he knows it too.” Thomson said and tears escaped from my eyes, running down my cheeks.

“N-No. I.. I never should have ran from d-dad. I g-got K-Kevin in t-trouble.” I mumbled and hunched forward awkwardly until my forehead touched the edge of the table. I was so stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.

“Kevin knows what he’s doing, Jason. He doesn’t want you to feel guilty, you haven’t done anything wrong.” Thomson said and I rubbed my wet face while trying to stop crying. Tears never helped anything, I should have learned it by now. This time I had not only managed to get myself in trouble but Kevin too.

We sat in silence for a moment until Thomson sighed and stood up. “You look tired. If you’re not hungry anymore I think it’s time for you to go to bed. We have an early morning tomorrow.” He said and walked around the table. I got up quickly before he could get too close and jumped towards the livingroom to maintain the distance. Thomson stilled when he saw my reaction and instead of coming closer, picked up the pizza boxes and said. “Why don’t you go to bed now and I’ll clean up. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

I dismissed myself from the kitchen quickly and closed the bedroom door carefully before crawling under the covers in Kevin’s bed wishing that there was a lock on the door. It was haunting to know that Thomson was in the livingroom and I couldn’t calm down enough to sleep. I kept hugging the stuffed toy and running my fingers through the soft surface while dark thoughts filled my mind. I was worried about Kevin and I was scared of what was going to happen tomorrow. What if they wouldn’t believe me? What if they would arrest me too? My breathing hitched when I tried not to make any noise. I didn’t want Thomson to know I was crying.



The next morning I woke up feeling exhausted when the bedroom door opened and Thomson said from the doorway. “Jason, time to get up. Take a shower and get dressed, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” I mumbled tiredly from under the covers and waited until I heard the door close again before rolling on my back and staring at the ceiling with puffy red eyes. I had barely gotten two hours of sleep and even those two hours had been restless. I hadn’t been able to get the image of Kevin in handcuffs and thrown in some grimy cell out of my head.

I got up and showered slowly. I wasn’t in any hurry to get dressed and face Thomson again. I got dressed in the clothes I was wearing when I had ran from dad; I didn’t feel comfortable wearing the clothes Kevin had bought me when I probably wasn’t going to be allowed to come back here. Before leaving the room I made the bed and buried my nose in bunny’s fur one more time before setting it on top of the covers reluctantly. It wasn’t mine, Kevin had paid for it. It wasn’t right to take it with me.

Thomson was already waiting for me with his jacket on and keys in his hand when I stepped out of the bedroom. He gave me a glance from head to toe and asked. “Ready?”

“Yes, s-sir.” I mumbled and the detective nodded. He opened the door and held out a small paper bag for me.

“Breakfast. We are running late so you need to eat in the car, sorry.”

I took the bag from him hesitantly and went past him into the hallway.



The ride to the precinct was quiet. I clung onto the paper bag at first but nibbled on the peanut butter sandwiches inside when Thomson insisted that I’d eat. I didn’t want to provoke him. I only managed to force down about half of the first sandwich; the peanut butter reminded me of the sandwiches dad had given me when he had locked me up and made me feel sick to my stomach. Thomson kept glancing at me while he drove and prodding me to eat more. When he parked the car in front of the precinct, I stuffed the half eaten disgusting sandwich back into the paper bag and gulped nervously, wishing that I wouldn’t throw up. God I hated peanut butter.

“Not hungry?” Thomson asked and I shook my head timidly, afraid that he’d get angry. “Alright, let’s go then.”

I got out of the car reluctantly and stared at the big grey building nervously. It looked scary. I had never been to a police station before. I mean, I had spent most of my life in our grimy apartment. Thomson came to me and I flinched when he put his hand on my shoulder.

“Come on.” The detective said and pushed me forward, not letting go of my shoulder as if afraid that I would make a run for it. I had no intentions to run. I wanted to but even more I wanted to help Kevin. It was my fault that he was in troubled and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I’d run now. I had to help him. I just had to.

We got inside and Thomson led me through the lobby along a long hallway deeper into the building until we reached a dull grey door. He opened it and ushered me inside. I froze at the doorstep when I saw the cold square room with a metal table bolted to the floor, uncomfortable looking chairs and a big mirror covering one of the walls. My shoulders started trembling and Thomson pushed me forward.

“Take a seat, Jason.” He said and I obeyed stiffly. I sat down and shifted uncomfortably before looking up at Thomson who was still standing by the door. “I’ll be back in a minute.” He said and I nodded carefully. Thomson left and I lowered my eyes on the shiny surface of the metal table, I didn’t want to look at the mirror.

What felt like hours later the door opened and two men stepped into the room. I tensed and stared at them with wide eyes, my heart racing. Where was Thomson? He was supposed to be here!

“Hello. I’m detective Karr, this is my partner detective Verreos. How are you doing, son?” A silver haired man with dark green eyes asked and I fumbled with the hem of my shirt nervously.

“A-Alright, s-sir.” I stuttered and watched warily how the two men moved around the door. One of them went to lean against the wall while the silver haired man perched himself on the edge of the table, a little bit too close to me. “S-Sir? W-Where’s Cody?” I asked carefully and detective Karr smiled down at me.

“He’s here, don’t worry son. Now, why don’t you tell me about your father, hmf?” He said smoothly and shivers ran down my back. They didn’t care about me or the Cave, they cared about dad. I lowered my eyes on the table, hugged myself tighter and mumbled.

“I d-don’t know where he is, s-sir.”




By the time the two detectives were done with their questions, I was sitting with my head down and my thin shoulders trembling. I could feel tears burning in my eyes but for once managed to keep them under control. I didn’t want to cry in front of the detectives. I had tried to ask them about Kevin but my questions had all been ignored.

The detectives left, leaving me alone with a cooling cup of bad coffee in front of me. I just stared at the paper cup and thought about Kevin. I wanted him here with me but all I knew he could be in jail by now, locked away with rapists and murderers while Jonathan walked free.

I heard the door open but didn’t lift my eyes off the coffee cup. It was probably just more questions.

“Jason?” Thomson asked from not far away and my shoulders tensed. A hand touched my neck and I closed my eyes tiredly. He was here to take me away. To take me to foster care.

“Where’s Kevin?” I whispered quietly and didn’t really expect to get an answer. People always ignored my questions. Thomson sighed and leaned on the table like detective Karr a moment before.

“He’s being questioned.”

“Is.. is he going to j-jail?”

Another sigh and Thomson ran his hand through his short hair. “I really don’t know kid. They were working out a deal when I left but he might have to do some time even if he did help.” He said and looked at me tiredly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here, they wouldn’t let me.”

“What.. What happens to me n-now?” I mumbled and hugged myself awkwardly.

“Well, the social worker is here. She wants to take you into a foster home.”

“I.. I don’t want to g-go.” I whined and gnawed on my lower lip in the verge of panic. Thomson sighed and ran his hand through his hair again.

“I know kid. But listen, you’ll be alright there. You’ll be safe. No one is going to hurt you again.” He said and I looked up carefully. I hadn’t noticed this morning how tired he actually looked. I opened my mouth to apologize to him when the door opened and a woman in her mid-thirties walked in.

“Detective Thomson, I thought I made it clear that no one is to question him again. I should have been present for the interrogations as it is.” The lady wearing a grey jacket suit said strictly and Thomson stood up straight. I pulled my shoulders back too, this lady seemed to be someone not to be played with.

“We were just talking. I wasn’t interrogating him, ma’am.” He said and then turned to look at me again. “Take care Jason. I’ll let Kevin know, okay?” He hesitated for a moment before pulling a small card out of his pocket and handing it to me. “Here, it’s my number. If you need something, call me okay?”

I took the card hesitantly and clutched it tightly in my hand. “Thank you.” I mumbled and Thomson left the room. I kept my eyes down, intimidated by the social worker lady and my shoulders hunched again.

“Hello, Jason. I’m Diana Scott. I’m a social worker and my job is to help you. How are you doing?” The lady smiled at me and her voice had taken a gentler tone.

“I’m fine, ma’am.” I mumbled and winced away from her hand that had lifted to touch my face. I looked up carefully and met her intelligent green eyes.

“I’m not here to hurt you, Jason. Come, I found a nice place for you.” She said and I stood up. I followed her out of the police station quietly, contemplating on making a run for it but deciding that it didn’t make any difference in the long run. I couldn’t take care of myself on the streets, I had learned that the hard way and now Kevin wouldn’t be able to help me when I got in trouble. I was on my own, once again.