Must Read: Friday The 13th *Ever Scary* - Season 1 - Episode 55

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Must Read: Friday The 13th *Ever Scary* - Season 1 - Episode 55

Destiny’s head was reeling while she lied in bed that night, hugging Lacey gently in one arm as the other one stroked her shoulder. The same shoulder that Jason took a hold of. That large, rough, yet soothing, protective hand…


Destiny felt her face flush as she buried her face in Lacey’s chest. She had never been hugged like that before. It felt so…controlling. It felt like she didn’t have any power and she needed to rely fully on Jason for everything. She knew that wasn’t true and that she had more power in their relationship – if you could call what they had a relationship – then what most people would expect, but the minute those arms were around her, she felt submitted at an instant. She could still feel his fingers twirling around her hair.


That was the most curious thing; he wasn’t gripping her like he was trying to destroy her. He held her as if he was handling silk. He had the ability to hold her with every ounce of selfishness one could have, and yet treat her as if she was a precious jewel. She didn’t know what to make it. She did know that Jason had taken a liking to her – obviously, since why else would she be there alive? -, but she didn’t think he had liked her so much as to provoke him to hug her like that. When she had hugged him, only one day ago, he responded the way Lacey did, which was to do nothing. Knowing this, she didn’t expect to ever get a gesture like that from him ever. But man, did he prove her wrong…

She bit her lip and shivered as she still felt her large hand on her hip. She had never been touched there before. Usually, when people hugged her, like her other family members (Which she had very rarely seen. The last time she saw them was their going-away party since they were moving to Guam), they only hugged around her shoulders or, in rarer cases, around her waist. She never had someone hug her around her hip like that before. Jason’s hand was so large it managed to cup almost her entire hipbone. She had to admit, he kept a somewhat more possessive grip there than anywhere else, but he still treated the areas as if he was treating a fossil. She kinda liked that. The gentleness of it all…perhaps the hug meant something else a little deeper than what she portrayed. Perhaps…just maybe he…

Destiny gasped and shook her head slightly, her face going red. What was she thinking? Just because Jason hugged her doesn’t mean he liked her that way. Maybe he was just asserting his place in their relationship, that he was the more dominant one in this situation. Of course, Destiny didn’t need to be told this twice. She definitely knew that Jason could do anything to her, and she would have no way of doing anything back. Sure, they had made a contract, but Jason still could hurt her enough so she didn’t have the power to leave. The thought of that made Destiny’s stomach lurch, and she desperately tried to get her mind off the possibility.

The minute she tried to think of something to avert her mind from the idea of her protector killing her someday, she thought of Jason. Her mind went back to the way he looked at her sometimes. His somewhat rough, hardened expression always softened at the sight of her, unless he was trying to get something out of her, or if she did something wrong. Just the fact that she had witnessed a serial killer’s whole self melt at the sight of one person shocked Destiny to a major extent. Before this whole situation she had gotten herself into, she didn’t think serial killers had the ability to possess any feelings or emotion after the horrible deeds they had performed. Destiny always thought of it as serial killers making a pact with the devil; they sell their emotions to him and in exchange, he shares all of his secrets of killing. Most serial killers seem to learn from the best, after all; they rarely get caught, don’t they? But it seemed as if Jason had broken this little image. It seems as if he hadn’t made his pact with the devil just yet.


He was able to hold onto his emotions just long enough for someone else to see them clearly.


Destiny fought back the urge to smile to herself as she saw Jason’s gentle expressions flit through her mind. He had such a soothing look to his eye sometimes. It felt as if she was being protected unconditionally, even though there was no reason really to protect her. She was never in any real danger or anything, was she? No one ever really paid attention to her. Destiny sighed and closed her eyes, trying to drift off into a somewhat peaceful sleep. She found that in only two minutes she couldn’t, and for three perfectly logical reasons…

…Those gentle hands…holding her so protectively, so sweetly…

…That notepad that spoke all his thoughts…his caring, reassuring words…

…His soft gaze…the soothing look in his eyes…
…Well, logical to her.

Destiny squeaked softly and shook her head in Lacey’s chest, her face burning.
‘No…n-no, no, no, no, no…’
There’s no way Destiny could be crushing on a serial killer, right?