Rage

-Girl you don’t even have a dust mite.- Ms. Janet said.
-I know, it’s strange.- Liz said.
-Is it a thing with him?-
-A reaction maybe?- Liz said knitting her brow.
-I just like to be clean that’s all.- Jason sighed sweeping the floor.
-Clean. Clean is picking up your clothes off the floor. Clean is sweeping a section of the kitchen. This is… should I be nice?-
-No.- Janet said.
-Sick, like Monica on Friends sick.-
-I like to clean, I like a clean house.-
-This is the cleanest this place had been sense she moved in.-

Janet said walking out, Jason snorted.

-Is this his doing?-
-No this is a personality trait that is actually mine.- He said a little annoyed.
-Okay don’t bite my head off.-
-What’s in that room?-
-What room? The one behind your computer wall.-
-Nothing.-

Jason eyed her and walked toward it.

-To far Morgan.- Her tone deadly.

He went in any way, he let out a breath. Walking around looking at the canvas both large and small. Some bigger then him. Liz ran in after him, watching him walk around in the most personal part of her soul.

-My god Webber you’re gifted.-
-OUT!-
-Why I’m in here can forget what I’m seeing.-
-You are an asshole.-
-It’s fair that you know my deep dark secrets but I don’t get to know yours?-
-This isn’t a share my life session Morgan. You need help, I happen to think I’m perfectly insane. Who needs help with that?-
-No sharing huh? That doesn’t sound fair Webber.-
-Morgan!-
-Webber I heard you last night.-
-Oh god.- She said sitting down.
-Now maybe you’ll leave me alone and let me see the other side of you.-

Liz walked out, Jason continue to look, some of the paintings where clearly about her even if they where abstract. He was looking at a woman who grew up to fast but was never bitter about. Jason came out of the room slowly closing the door behind him. She was sitting on the sofa looking at him.

-Don’t say anything.-
-Why did you stop?-
-Didn’t I say not to say anything.-
-I have selective hearing. Why did you stop?-
-I didn’t computers.-
-Your soul are on those canvases why did you stop?- He snapped.
-Couldn’t do it anymore not after.- She trailed off.
-The rape. Why did you let him take away your talent.-
-He didn’t, I just couldn’t because I got my soul back.-
-Really that type of pain needs an outlet.-
-I have an outlet.-
-I get the sense you running me in circles to tire me out Webber.- he was to smart some days.

Jason sat on the sofa in front of her holding his side.

-I needed to put my pain out another way so I did. The story of my life gets put out on that computer. It helps believe me.-
-What about the painting.-
-I didn’t want to paint angry pictures anymore. I wanted to paint something happy.-
-So?-
-Nothing really to be happy about confortable yes happy not really. I still draw my favorite subject.-
-What?- Liz sat back on the sofa and crossed her legs. She nodded to sketch book on the bookshelf/window seat.

Jason picked it up and opened it. He looked at her then looked at it again.

-You Jason Morgan are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time. Yet you have this hate in your eyes that keeps me wondering who you are really.-

He turned the pages this was over a year of him, form karate, to debate, to just taking a test in class. Talking to his friends, even his angry face at prom. The look in his eyes hurt him more thing anything else. He didn’t want her to see that, but he guessed every body did. In this book he laughed but wasn’t truly happy he looked at the latest dates him sleeping in her bed. He threw the book down and got up groaning at his pain.

-I don’t want to be your fucking subject or have you love me.-
-What do you want?- She said getting up.
-I want you to hate me.- He said stepping close. -Cause that’s all I am, anger and hate.-
-No your not. I never said I want you to love me back, and what I draw is none of your business.- Liz said.
-None of my business that’s me!-
-Yes it is. So what’s the problem Morgan, the fact that I like drawing you or that I draw you to well.-
-Bitch.- Jason hissed. Liz sighed.
-Stop trying to provoke me.-

He slapped her, smiling at the loud crack it made. Liz looked up at him green eyes blazing, lip bleeding.

-Do you feel better? Morgan? I ask you a fucking question did that make this ball of anger and pain inside you go away?-
-What would you know about my pain.-
-More then you know.-

He hit her again Liz fell to the floor.

-Get up bitch.- He said through gritted teeth.

She looked up at him, tears in her eyes.

-Jason.- She said softly
-Don’t.-
-Jason.-
-I’m sorry, I’m sorry.- He stumbled over to the window seat and balled up.

Liz picked herself up form the floor and went over to him. Lifting his head to look at her, whipping away the blood.

-It will heal. Talk to me Morgan.-

Jason sniffed and started to tell her anything. It was Sunday morning when he finally stopped, the sun hadn’t even come up yet. Her head was pressed to his chest and he looked out the window. Thinking about how warm she was, how she smelled like his mothers orchids. How full her lips where, how green her eyes where, how red her face was when told about his sexcaspeds as she called them. How she cried with him when he told her about the beatings and the reminder not to fail his father. How fucked up in general he was. He sighed and rubbed her shoulders kissing her head.

-Oh my fucking god!- Cries Nik.

Liz jumps eyes not even open.

-It’s not what you think.-
-What do I think?-
-That he’s in my apartment and I didn’t tell you.-
-He better be a twin.-
-Nik, listen to me. He needed help that’s… it.- Jason caught the pause and smiled when she noticed him whipping the drool form his chest.
-What happened to your face and his ribs? You two tried to kill each other didn’t you?-
-No!- They said in unison.
-You had better tell me now or I’m tossing him out a window.-
-I can’t.-
-My father beats the shit out of me. That’s why I’m an asshole, he broke my ribs she found out and took me in.-

Liz looked at him in shock.

-Oh, why didn’t you tell me that on the phone?-

Liz looked at Nicholas.

-Fucking Men.-

Liz plopped into her chair and punched the buttons on the keyboard. Nicholas went to the kitchen and fixed himself a plate of left overs.

-Lizzi, the bubble heads are on the war path.-
-What I do now?-
-Breathe, more like something he did.- Nik said nodding toward Jason.
-Morgan?-
-I haven’t seen them sense the night of the prom.-
-Oh god both at once!- Jason smiled at Liz’s cry.
-Sick and depraved.- She shivered in degust.
-Wait who at once?- Nik said. Noticing how his mess disappeared.

He looked at Jason but Jason was watching Liz. He shrugged and took a swig of milk dropping some of it. Then he looked down to wipe it up and it was already gone.

-You’re a freak.- Nik said.
-I’m anal it’s a thing.- Jason shrugged.
-Who at once?- Nik said to Liz.
-Morgan is doing my sister and Courtney at once.-
-Dude.- Nik said with a bit of envy.
-I know.-
-Fucking men.-
-This from the women who did the Brody twins at once.-

Jason looked at Liz in shock. The thought of her sleeping with someone else, the thought of someone else touching that body made him a little angry.

-Dude you’re growling.-
-Oh ah.- He ran his and to the back of his head.
-The Brody twins how are the beef cake boys by the way.- Liz said.
-Rich, horny and stupid as usual.-
-The Brody’s didn’t get in the snowboarding business by being stupid Nikkita!- Liz said.
-Okay so they denounced their father. Took there mothers money and started a ski, snow and surf shop. Their designs are making them rich.- Nik said with envy.
-Hmm, a man with brains and looks. Get me wet all the time and they make their own millions maybe I should offer a series for there boards.-
-No.- Jason said with out realizing.
-Why not?- Liz frowned.
-Just they’re known for stiffing people on the boards the prices are ridiculous.-
-You’ve got money you can take it.-
-Okay back to the bubble heads. They want their king back, you are going to give him back aren’t you Lizzi?- Nik said.
-When he’s ready.-

Nik looked at him.

-So when you going back?- He asked Jason.
-I don’t know, I have to face my father.-
-Dude your 17 get it over with and be done with his ass. I love my uncle but he’s a controlling asshole I packed up the first chance I got.-
-Both of you?-
-She kinda started the trend. What Webber’s used to do to Lizzi I almost wished they hit her.-
-That bad.- Jason said looking a her.
-She cut her wrist three times before nearly cutting Sarah’s face off.-

[tbc]