Chapter 14: If You Love Someone Set Them Free....Or Not.

How long had it been since I updated?... Last year D: Well, either way, Happy Valentine's day!... or rather, a few minutes after it *glares at clock* (sorry to those who diligently waited for me Q-Q). Oh! And thanks again for all of the AMAZING comments! I also reached 20k reads 0_0 Which is rediculous. Thank you again for your continuous support! (yeah, I know you just want to read the chapter XD lol, here you go!)

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“You…You didn’t fucking know?” Shawn muttered softly, his eyes widened with anger.

Shawn leaned maybe only a centimeter more into my space, perhaps unintentionally, and I spazzed out in panic. “Fuck!” I exclaimed, slapping him hard across the face.

Shawn rubbed his cheek. “Ouch…” He grumbled.

I didn’t reply to him and started kicking at the window. I was getting out of that damn situation no matter what!

“I just fucking gave myself away for no damn reason…” He murmured in a rage. “How could I be so damn stupid!” He gritted out, punching out his rearview mirror.

I switched to kicking the apparently unbreakable window with both feet.

I heard Shawn take a deep breath. “Jake, could you stop that?” He asked.

“Go fuck yourself!” I yelled, kicking the fucking window even harder.

“Jake, just calm down!” Shawn yelled in a completely panicked voice.

“Is this fucking bullet proof!?” I slammed my body into the glass desperately.

“You’re going to hurt yourself!” Shawn grabbed my shoulder and pulled me away from the car window. I tried to jab my elbow in his face, but he expected it and caught my arm.

“Ow!” I yelped, stopping my thrashing to clutch at my arm. I had thoughtlessly tried to hit Shawn with my bad arm and he squeezed it when he caught it.

“Crap, sorry.” Shawn sighed. “If we start fighting, you’re going to get hurt…” He said thoughtfully. While I was caressing my arm, Shawn reached into a compartment in the dashboard and took out something. “Sorry in advance.” He said.

“Huh?” I froze when I felt cold metal on my wrist followed by a clink. “What the hell are you- augh!” I cried when he yanked both of my arms behind my back and cuffed my other wrist. “What the hell!?” I yelled, struggling to get out of the cuffs.

“Be careful Jake, you’re going to hurt yourself again!” Shawn said with concern.

Sure enough, while I was struggling, I twisted my bad arm in a strange way and sent a pulsing pain through my arm to my head.

“Jake, I told you that you’d hurt yourself.” Shawn sighed, putting his hand gently on my arm.

I yanked my arm back, despite the pain that came with it. “You didn’t seem to care that I was getting hurt when I was getting the crap beaten out of me by your fucking friends, when you were laughing and egging them on!” I shouted, giving him a scowl.

He winced. “Yeah…I know. That was awful. Sorry. I’m so sorry.” He said sincerely. “I was a stupid kid looking for popularity, and those guys were popular... and yeah…”

Oh, so now he was remorseful. This wasn’t like Shawn at all! Just a few weeks ago he was calling me names and being a douche-y asshole, and now he was saying sorry and acting concerned? Fuck no! I gave him a disgusted glare and went back to kicking the window.

“Stop kicking the damn window!” Shawn yelled in frustration.

“Stop being a bi-polar shit!” I yelled back furiously, kicking the window more vigorously.

“Calm the fuck down!”

“You calm the fucking fuck down!”

Shawn opened his mouth to yell again, but forced his mouth closed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Jake, we’re getting nowhere. We both need to start making progress in this conversation.”

I slowed my kicking to a stop. No way! If we started talking, I would start having to actually think about this shit! I’d rather just be in a blind rage…but he did have a point, we’d have to start talking at some point… “Fine.” I said after a pause.

Shawn sighed in relief. “Thank you.”

“So… you’re Shawn.” I said his name with disgust. “And you’re a douche.”

“And also the guy that’s been stalking and protecting your ass for the past few weeks.” Shawn added.

“No.” I said doubtfully.

Shawn rolled his eyes. “What do you mean ‘no’? Just how slowly am I going to have to explain this to you? I…am…Astly.” He said slowly.

“No…it just doesn’t make sense.” I said in denial.

“What doesn’t?”

“Well, Astly’s super smart, insane, and irritatingly flirtatious. But you’re a douche-y, pig headed, self absorbed, bitchy, insulting-”

“Okay, okay, I get it, you think I’m a jerk.” Shawn interrupted. “But hey, you had some pretty nice things to say about Astly.” He said with a wide smirk, leaning closer to me. “Who is also me, so thanks Jakey.”

“U-um, those weren’t compliments.” I stammered in an attempt to undo what I just said.

“Then what were they?” Shawn asked, his smirk never leaving his face.

“…Facts?” I tried.

He leaned closer and smiled genuinely. “Jake, I seriously love y-OUCH!”

I slammed our heads together in a panicked attempt to make him stop being so… un-Shawn-ish.

“What was that for?!” Shawn yelled, rubbing his forehead.

“You’re not allowed to smile like that.” I said, wincing at the pain I inflicted upon myself. “Because shits only get to smile like shits.”

“Ugh, I get it already; you don’t like me…but you like Astly.” Shawn grinned.

“I never said that I liked Astly either.” I protested.

“I am Astly! Do I need to fucking prove it to you somehow!?” He asked in irritation. “Look, here are the same clothes that Astly was wearing.” He said, motioning down at his clothes. “I want to kill Las Vegas for being a flirty Jake-stealing bitch. I am going to kill Jade, or ‘Spike’, for kidnapping, and cutting you. And I’m also not happy that you gave him a nickname. I killed two members of the school staff. I helped land Kyle in prison, though I should have slaughtered him, after he tried to kill you. And I need to be more discreet when texting you.” Shawn listed, holding up a finger with each point.

“Fine! You’re Astly.” I said. It just didn’t sound right. “Shawn is Astly… Astly is Shawn. Shitty-Shawn is Astly…Shawn is a murdering stalker.” I frowned in confusion. “Shawn! What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

Shawn shrugged uncaringly.

“Wait… did you just wakeup one morning and think ‘hm, I feel like killing people. And hey, that guy I played and got the crap beat out of a few years back, he’s great! Now I’m totally in love with him…I should go stalk him!’”

Shawn chuckled. “Stretch out that one morning over a couple of years, and yeah, that’s pretty much what happened.”

“Shawn! You fucking kill people!” I exclaimed in shock.

Shawn smiled and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know.”

“Don’t smile!” I said in alarm.

“I can’t help it; you’re so lovable.” He said, smiling again.

It was freaky when he said that when I didn’t know who he was, but now it was fucking traumatizing to hear Shawn say that he loved me. Shawn, the murdering stalker… I was never going to get used to that idea. “Shawn! Why the hell are you stalking me!? And killing people!? And being smart!?” I asked him in confusion.

“Why are you so cute?” Shawn asked, smiling.

“Because your opinion of ‘cute’ is extremely exclusive to me, and you’re crazy.” I replied with a glare. “Now stop ignoring what I’m fucking saying!” I yelled.

“You’re asking the same questions over and over again; I’m not going to answer you every time.” Shawn explained.

“You didn’t even answer me once!” I pointed out angrily.

Shawn rolled his eyes. “Fine; I kill people because I want to, I stalk you because I want to, and I’m smart because, well, I’m just smart.”

I exhaled heavily. “But why do you want to? I’m still stuck on ‘Shitty-Shawn’s a killer’.”

“That fucking nickname.” Shawn exclaimed under his breath quietly. Shawn looked at me seriously. “Look, I know that you have questions, but I’m pretty sure that there are more… urgent issues, that need to be addressed.”

What did he mean? What was more urgent than me finding out his identity?... Wait… Didn’t he imply something about kidnapping me if I ever found out who he was? Oh… Fuck. “I’m… handcuffed and locked in your car…” I said slowly, trying to absorb what that meant. I paled. “Are…are you going to…” I didn’t finish my sentence and looked at him.

Shawn looked at me thoughtfully. “Yes.” He said.

“…Oh.” I said, at a loss for words. In this situation, there was no way that I could stop him; I was already pretty much half kidnapped already. He also probably had chloroform, or something like it, in the car too, since he had handcuffs. I stared blankly into space, waiting for Shawn to say something.

Shawn sighed. “Man, your luck seriously sucks. Of all the times and places you could have found out that I was Astly, it was in my car in a remote forest.” He chuckled. “Though I guess this is a best case scenario for me.”

I felt my stomach churn. I stared out the window at the forest broodingly.

“…Well, I guess that it’s about time we get going.” Shawn said, rummaging for something.

“Wait!” I said. “Can’t you just let me go home? Y-you can threaten my family and friends again! That worked well before! M-my mom needs me; how would you like it if your son was taken away from you- make that your son and your husband?”

“Don’t try to play the guilt card. I honestly only care about you and myself, so while I feel bad for your mom, that’s not going to stop me.” Shawn said, finding whatever he was looking for.

“That’s chloroform isn’t it?” I said with dread, eyeing the unlabeled bottle that he was holding.

“Yeah, it is.” He said calmly, emptying some of it into a cloth.

I felt tears spring into my eyes. “Please…please don’t. I’ll seriously die; I’ll go on a hunger strike. I’m- I’m going to-”

“It’ll be okay. I wont hurt you.” Shawn said with a compassionate smile, moving the cloth towards my face. “Stop crying, it will-”

“I’m not about to just sit here and let you chloroform me!” I yelled, bringing my foot to his face.

“Ouch!” Shawn glared at me. “That’s it, I’ve had it with being kicked and slapped. Jake, I will wrestle you down and force this onto your face unless you cooperate.” His expression turned from angry to frustrated. “Don’t cry. How the hell can I threaten you when you look like a scared puppy?”

I slid into the bottom of the car in a sad attempt to hide.

“Jake, I’ll have to drag you out from under there.” I heard Shawn say from above. “You weren’t this emotional with Jade.” He added darkly.

He was bringing that up now!? I snapped my head up to glare at him. “That was differ-” a cloth being shoved onto my nose and mouth cut me off. No way! I fell right into his trap!

“Night Jake.” Shawn said lovingly.

I felt myself getting drowsy as I breathed in the chloroform. Ugh. Fuck Shawn. Him and his… blue eyes… or maybe they were green…blue-green? Grue? Damnit, everything was getting so weighted; I couldn’t keep my eyes open.

I blacked out.

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Admit it, you were excited for when Jake would get kidnapped XD.

Sorry it's short-ish (actually, it's around the size that my chapters used to be). I actually have a lot of ch. 15 already down (because I thought that this was just going to be an uber long chapter). But that means less wait time for the next chapter!

I hope that you liked it!!!!! :D