locked in a stone cage, {CAMMIE|JAY|JEWELS}

[jewels rayne haden]

As much as Jewels would've denied it, Cammie seeming to care felt good. At least somebody in the holding cell wasn't completely twisted and hell bent on hurting her. 'Cause that's what Jason seemed to be doing. Jewels had never wanted to hit him, really, because she figured that would give him what he wanted. He won. She was gone and she'd never go back to him. For anything. It didn't matter if Jason started begging now, he'd have to go until his death. It still wouldn't make what he said to her go away.

Jewels felt empty. She was about to push her friend away so she could be strong by herself but she didn't have the energy anymore. Her body convulsed freely now, and she made no attempts to stop it. The punch had taken everything from her. All the love and all the hate she felt for the one man she'd ever gotten attached to came out in one shot. And it was a lot. Jewels' amber eyes looked away from the wall and found her pretty friend's face. A small, weak smile appeared, it was apologetic. For what, she didn't know why. Maybe because she'd never done something like that, ever, in her life. She wanted to make her friend know that it probably would never happen again.

But, Jewels couldn't speak. She'd lost her voice sometime before or after Jason said those fateful words that had earned him a face full of fist. She knew that it would come back, eventually. Though she wasn't completely sure when, nor did she care at that moment. Jewels scoffed at Cammie's comment. Nobody could ever make her do that again, no matter what they said. It was only Jason who knew how to play on her buttons that bad, and he'd been ready for it; she imagined at least. Jewels sighed, exhaustion taking over slowly, and rolled her head to rest on Cam's shoulder. The tears had stopped, but the tremors continued. She was obviously coming down; from the adrenalin or otherwise. But she didn't care. Not now.

[jason adam levito]

The feeling that he had control and that he was the powerful one here struck him, and of course as any man would, he wanted that power. But in this case the power had made him a monster. He was a monster in the first place, why did it matter how present that was now? He pressed his back against the stone wall of the cell looking out of the bars, and when he finally saw one of the pigs that brought them here he called out to her. “Hey, fucking one phone call, remember? I want mine.” The woman muttered something to him as she walked over and Jason simply waited for her to open the cell and let him out. He wanted to put distance between him, Jewels and even Cammie. Cammie probably thought he was the biggest asshole she’d ever met, and with that in mind Jason gave up on her.

The cell door opened and the officer stated that it was one at a time for their phone calls, well as long as their first one hadn’t been answered. Jason looked back to Jewels and Cammie and for what must have been shorter than a second, his demeanor dropped and he looked like he had a heart. He looked like he cared he had hurt Jewels so bad that she’d never forgive him. He looked like maybe beneath everything he put up; he could feel more than just physical pain. He looked sorry for that single second. He turned away from them and walked out of the cell, following the woman to the phone.

At first he didn’t know who to call, and then he realized that he’d been overlooking Shannon. He dialed his friend’s number and listened to the ringing, wondering if he was going to pick up. Shannon had to pick up, if it was a call this late in the middle of the morning he had to know that something was wrong. “Shannon, wanna come bail me out?” Jason muttered as soon as he heard his friend’s hello. Shannon asked where and what he was in for. “The city jail, and I’ll tell you the rest later.” He hung up when Shannon agreed to coming to get him. He didn’t want to go back into that cell and he did what he knew, leaning closer to the cop. “Mind giving me a different cell?” The singer murmured, and the woman contemplated it before a smile fell on her lips. She was biased either because she was a fan, or she was attracted to him, but she nodded. And Jason didn’t have to worry about Jewels anymore, or Cammie, or the tension that he had caused.

[cammie daniele price]

Cammie watched Jason leave, and she watched as they walked him to a different cell. Fine. She didn't want him in here with Jewels anyway. With one last stroke of Jewels' hair, Cammie got up, mumbling something about how she'd be back in a few minutes. It was her turn for a phone call, now. And she knew exactly who she would call. Once she reached the phone, the actual phone number eluded her for a brief second, and she almost surrendered to calling the one person who wouldn't actually help her. But Daddy didn't have to know she needed to be bailed out again.

"Jacob? Oh, god. Jacob, don't hang up. Bail me out. Please? I swear, I'll pay you back." She paused as her brother spoke, and she winced. His angry voice could be heared by the cop standing next to her. "You're a god. Thank you soooooo much. I owe you so much. You're amazing!" And with another angry yell from Jacob, she hung up the phone, and returned to the cell with Jewels.

[jewels rayne haden]

Jason said something about their phone calls, and Jewels scoffed as they let him out first. It wasn't fair that he'd gotten to go first, but she didn't care after she'd watched him leave. It was a bit harder for Jewels to watch Cam leave her side, though she knew that her friend would be back. The officer came for Cammie without Jason returning and Jewels figured he'd had enough of her, for good. Well, good. She'd had enough of him, for good. Jewels' mood seemed to lighten slightly when Jason didn't return.

He deserved to wallow in his own cell, he needed to be alone. Jewels wanted him to be completely alone. And he basically made that happen because of what he'd said only moments ago. Jewels was probably the only person in Encore stupid enough to continue putting up with his shit. But that was in the past, now, and she didn't care what happened to him now. Hell he could die and she wouldn't cry. She was done crying over him.

When it came time for Jewels to make her phone call, she passed Cammie and touched her arm on the way through the cell door. She offered her friend another weak smile to let her know she'd be okay, eventually. At first, Jewels wasn't sure she even wanted to call anyone. But she had to. Unfortunately. Jewels was very happy with the thought of staying in the cell for a while, if not longer. But she needed out. So she could get away. After picking up the receiver she dialed the first number she could think of. When she heard the Russian's accent she sighed and was relieved that he'd picked up.

"Hey, Vitaly. Mind doing a favor for a friend?" Jewels laughed in spite herself and soon hung the phone up after finishing the bail out questions. She was walked back to her cell and she found Cammie again, almost like she was drawn to her friend like a magnet. Jewels was surprised she found her voice to use the phone, she was a bit worried that she'd just stand there and not say anything. But it came back.

[jason adam levito]

The solitude was exactly what he had wanted and needed at that moment, he didn’t need to be around Jewels. He had broken her completely and there was no need for him to be there to make it worse for her and for him. He didn’t want to be around Cammie because all he could feel was the glaring that she could offer, and hear all the soothing shit she said to Jewels and he hated it. He blamed Jewels for bringing what had happened upon herself. If she didn’t have to go off and tell him that she loved him it wouldn’t have happened, she didn’t have to say that shit. She was fooling herself if she thought he’d be nice about it of all things.

To Jason there was no other way, he had to hurt her because if he didn’t he’d keep leading her on. He had no choice but to break her down so far that she would hate him. There was no other way he saw it, if he didn’t do that it never would have worked and she would have come crawling back to him at some point, and he didn’t want that happen ever. He would cut her out if she ever tried to come back into his life, as if she would even want him in her life again. He had destroyed her and broken everything in her and then some; if she for some ridiculous reason wanted him back in her life it would be unbelievable. He had to hurt her in a way to protect her from the damage he could do over a period of years… wasn’t it better for her to take it all at once rather than slow cuts over years of pain? He just wanted to justify why he did it, the same why he wanted to justify why he shouldn’t lose Amber.

If someone had been able to get into his head, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be quite so lonely. Maybe he’d be responsible, maybe he’d learn what hurts and how badly it hurts. If only he would let people in, maybe he wouldn’t be in this situation. Destroying the people that had unconditionally cared for him and facing the very painful reality that he would lose all of his parental rights. He needed to learn that he wasn’t strong on his own; he needed to learn that he had no choice; he had to let people in. The walls he had constructed around him were so high and so tightly sealed that it was impossible for anyone to come through… not Shannon, not Jewels, not even he, himself, could get in. Something else, some other person lived for him while Jason Levito rotted away in the grave he’d been in for sixteen years. Jason Levito was dead, and had been dead for sixteen years, and if someone had realized that, if someone was allowed to see that then maybe he could be revived. Maybe breath could be breathed into those broken lungs and he would live…

He thought that maybe it had been about seven or eight hours since he’d had anything, a drink, a line, a drag or anything and he was really feeling it. His body had become so used to every hour or so having more put into it that this long of a span without it was already forcing him into withdrawals. His body hurt, his head pounded he felt like his skull had been cracked open, his throat felt tight and his vision faded between clear and fuzzy. He felt like he was dying at some points, he felt like his pulse was running so slowly that his heart wasn’t even beating for long periods of time, he felt his body start shutting down… the worst part about it was that it wasn’t. His body was functioning, however poorly, but it was functioning, he just felt like he was dying.

He could feel a cold sweat collecting on his skin, which from previous experiences he knew was beginning to become paler and paler. Then he heard a familiar voice. “Man I thought you bought a house to keep you out of this place.” The sound of Shannon’s voice was a warm welcome to him and the raven haired singer looked for his friend and found that he couldn’t distinguish one face from the other. His body was nearly in panic mode by the time the door of the cell opened and he felt a hand grabbing him and shaking him. “God damn it Jason, pull yourself together at least until we get out of here.” Shannon whispered quickly and lowly to Jason, pulling him to his feet. Jason stood and looked at the guard, the same woman who had given him the different cell.

He noticed that she stared at him and he heard her ask a question but to Jason it seemed to slow to understand. In a few moments he realized what she’d asked and was beyond thankful that Shannon had answered for him because he didn’t think he could. The woman continued pestering and asking questions that Jason couldn’t understand. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears and he tried his hardest to look at the woman, to look like he knew what she was saying. It felt like he’d been standing there leaning against Shannon for an eternity before they had been able to leave. “No ma’am, he’ll be fine don’t worry about him. I’ve got it under control; it’s just a hang over.” Shannon said it like that was all it was, he didn’t say it like he was afraid that it wasn’t just a hang over.

When they got out of the jail Shannon put an arm around Jason’s waist to hold him up, and when he realized that Jason couldn’t stand any longer he moved towards a wall. Sitting Jason down and shaking his head, muttering something that Jason couldn’t understand. He said something about him being stupid, and that he was going to regret what he’d done tonight for the rest of his life. It was like Shannon knew exactly what he’d done, and how badly he destroyed someone that should have never left his side. Especially when in the upcoming war he would face he would need that person to be there. Jason hadn’t even realized Shannon had left him until there were headlights blinding his already fuzzy vision. Shannon picked him up and stumbled to the car, setting him in the back on his side where Jason caught the wind of the question, “Who gave you that bruise?” Before he was totally blacked out.