Twenty hours ago,
Jason was livid as he drove back, if he was speeding before then at this moment he was basically flying in the car. It didn't help that it was a sports car with engine manufactured for this particular function, speed. He couldn't believe it. She lied to him, she knew his mother was alive all this while, watched him suffer, struggle yet she remained quiet! And what was worse? She actually told Jonathan, fucking Jonathan.
It was a dark and stormy night, and the thunder was splitting the sky, but the rain wasn't falling. The rain was falling in people's heads, and the thunder was the sound of their screams as they realized what they had done. Jason ran into the house, and stormed straight to Jessie room, she wasn't there. Then he heard a noise in his room and headed there instead, open the door to see her in his shirt with her growing hair hanging limply in wet strands.
