Rage

She watched him out of the corner of her eye Jason Fucking Morgan, a victim. She wanted to laugh at the doctor but she couldn't not about this. Oh Jeff Webber didn't hit her but he made her want to hit him. She hated them both so much she went out and got her own life. Independent financially and mentally and was allot happier for it.

He was so tired he couldn't close his eyes; she was watching him again wondering what he was now. Same sick freak she thought he was or poor little rich boy. God he wanted to hit something, someone, in flicked as much pain as he felt right now. Maybe when he got home he'd call Sarah that would make it all the more better. Spit in the face of the person who helped you.

Liz knew what it was like to have your secret found out. He wanted to hurt something or crawl in a hole. She took him home, why was she doing this? She must be out of her fucking mind. Jason looked at her.

-Where are we going?-
-My place you need rest and screwing one of your whores isn't it.-
-Fuck. You.-
-I'm not that kind of girl.-
-Take me home Webber.- He lean over to her.
-No touch me and die.-

She walked into the building and got him into the elevator. They went to the top and she opened the door. It was simple, so simple in fact; it made him think of her. This was Webber elegant and simple what you see is what you get. A large anime mural against the entry wall where a soul desk with a computer the likes of which he never seen before. The books selves ran the length of the bay windows as box seat cover in heavy cousins and pillows to a bathroom behind frosted glass. Alone the other wall was a kitchen that looked like something out of the 1950's. Between the wall and the bedroom were large couches that one could sink into. Just behind that against the wall was the bedroom. Her bed was covered a red comforter and silk sheets and pillows.

Jason swallowed looking around slowly walking around seeing everything that was her. She was free in this place and he wasn't another reason to hate her. Liz fallowed him watching his facial expression she realized she was going to have deal with him in his asshole faze for a while. She couldn't help but feel bad from. Jason looked at her, his features turned to stone.

-Don't pity me Webber!-
-Why not you’re the most pitiful thing I've seen sense.-
-Fuck. You.-
-No thanks you are the most pitiful thins sense me.- Jason sputtered at her.
-You think I live here by accident? No baby I live here because if I had to live with them another minute they’d be locking me up for murder. It wasn’t psychical it was emotional and I was smart enough to figure it out before I cut my wrist or there’s.-

Jason added to the list of hating her, she got out when he couldn’t. As if she read his mind.

-This isn’t a competition. So fucking what Morgan so what! I got out when you couldn’t. I get why you hate women so much.-
-What?- He turned to look at her.
-She never helped did she?-
-You don’t know shit.-
-She just closed the door while he beat on you. She stopped cleaning you up and telling you it would be okay.-

Jason moved toward her fist balled.

-What would you do if you hit me? Because you know I’d hit you back. You hit Sarah or Courtney?-
-That’s A.J bag not mine.- He plopped into the nearest chair and groaned.
-I hate being right.-
-You not right about anything.-

She knelt down in front of him. He took a deep breath and she snorted at his sudden reaction to her. She untied his sweat pants and gasp when she pulled them down. Then she looked at him, he had a smug smile on his face.

-Just to see you smile, I’ll admit it’s impressive for a hard on.-
-I don’t have a hard on.-

Liz looked again, Jason let out a deep breath.

-Okay so it’s very impressive. Time to put you to bed.-
-I’m not tired.-
-You will be once your head hits the pillow.-

Jason sigh lifting his hips letting her remove the pants. She helped him up and led him to her bed. Reach in a dresser draw and pulled out a pair of silk boxers she helped him into them. Laid him down, covering him up, Jason just watched her.

-Your good at this.-
-What?-
-Helping people, you did for every one I went after.-
-Its in my nature.-
-Hmm.-

He watched Liz changer her close, he smiled, and he always liked her body. She put on a sweat suite way to big for her and walked over to the desk.

-Your not coming to bed.-

Liz looked at him, he made her not coming to bed sound wrong in some way, Liz wasn’t to sure how.

-No, I have to make a living.-
-Phone sex?-
-I could do that in the middle of the day.-
-What then?-
-Work, go to sleep Morgan you need it.-

Around 1 am Liz finally crawled into bed excused from the night’s madness. When her phone rang, waking her with a jump or was it the warm body next to her?

-What?-
-Morgan has been kidnapped.-

She sat up.

-What?-
-Its over Liz the hell is over someone either killed the bastard or he’s been taking for the money.-
-I don’t find that funny.-
-When in all our time in school has Jason Morgan missed school?-
-Never, me on the other hand.-
-Yeah well they’ve sent out search parties, Courtney already told me to tell you if you did something to him she’ll have your ass.- Liz looked over at the sleeping form.
-So?-
-What?-
-Did you kill him? - Nik said in a mocking concerned voice.
-No.-
-I know he was at school last night I prayed you by pass each other. Did you?-
-Yes.-
-Liz…-
-Nikkita, I’ve been working all night. I didn’t see Morgan, he just sick, it happens even to fucking robot bubble heads like him. I don’t need this shit in the morning. Why are you at school this time of the morning anyway project?-
-Its 10 am Liz.-
-What?- Liz looked over a Jason as scowled.

He’s fucking up her life already. His eyes opened with nothing on his face but the start of the day. Right then he was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen, deep blue orbs looked at her and she sucked in a breath.

-I have to go.-
-You coming to school?-
-No I’m sick, bye Nik.-
-But…-

Nikolas hung up the phone and stared at it.

-Strange.-

Jason just looked at her, what he could say. She was the only smart enough to realize something was deeply wrong with him. Now she knew, his most hated enemy knew. Not only was that she hiding him out in her apartment. How long had it been sense he slept through the night? Without a nightmare? He didn’t know but one day of change wouldn’t change his whole life.

-Thanks I need to go to school.-
-Your not going anywhere until I say so got it.-
-You don’t get it do you Webber. He’ll come after me.-
-Then let him.-

Jason snorted.

-Wouldn’t move if I where you…- she was stopped by the groan of pain.
-Going to be stiff. You sleep like your hiding in a corner.-

Jason looked at her in surprise.

-Nail on the head again. I’m starting to hate being right.-
-I don’t find any of this funny Webber! This is my fucking life.-
-Yes it is, YOUR life which is why I can’t understand with your brains and the effort you put into hurting everyone around you. Why did you let this shit last so long?-
-Not everyone like you!- He rolled out of her bed rage in his eyes.
-Not everyone can just get away. I tried, I tired but I couldn’t.- He said in a chocked sob. Liz jumped out of the bed and ran over to him.

Pulling his large frame into her arms she sat on the bed she ran her hands over his body trying to calm the trembling.

-I tired so hard. I’m so weak I can stay away, I’m so scared he’ll find me.-
-Not here, not here.- she whispered.
-He will, you maybe strong but you’re not that strong.-
-Look at me Morgan.-

Jason breath hitched in his throat and it wasn’t the sobs. It was her eyes, soft and sweet but strong, bluish-green was become his favorite color.

-You are safe here with me. Why would you be with me? Hmm think about it.- She ran her hand over his cheek.
-Webber.-
-Shh, here is where you get better. In more ways then one.-

Jason eyes filled with tears he just turn his head back to her shoulder. He hated this, being weak in front of her but he knew she’d die before she told anyone. He knew the only person he could trust now was Liz Webber.

[tbc]