The boys let the heat die down for a few days. Jase explained to Ramon that the plan hadn’t gone too well. As expected, he wasn’t happy. Madison remained in her room for the better half of the week, they didn’t even have any parties over the following five days and she hardly saw Jase. She hadn’t been able to get what he said about her birthday out of the way.
Why hadn’t she thought to lie?
It was no use even if she had, Peter knew when her birthday was and if he was aware that she would be available to him then he was probably counting down the days. She sighed in front of the mirror, tipping her head back.
“What a prick,” she mumbled.
“Who?” Jase made her jump when he walked in, she hadn’t even heard the door open.
“Peter,” She replied. His eyebrows twitched upwards slightly but he didn’t ask more questions on the matter.
“I’m going to the shop. I was wondering if you wanted anything other than gluten-free bread?” Madison pulled herself up onto the bed, brushing her feet over the carpet in a sweeping motion.
“What are the options?”
“Fruits? Veg? Cereals?” Madison chewed the inside of her lip, thinking. She rolled her shoulders.
“Bananas, watermelon, any fruit, chicken nuggets. That’s it really.” Jase nodded slowly.
“Alright, I’ll see what I can get.” He went to walk out, but Madison stopped him.
“Jase?” he looked over his shoulder, his hand on the side of the door, “Can you get me something sweet?” He raised his brows slightly, letting go of the door, almost surprised at her boldness.
“Are you taking the piss?” Madison pouted, tilting her head.
“Come on, I’ve been good.” He looked her up and down slowly, running his tongue along his upper teeth, unable to keep his lips from curving slightly. He sighed, shaking his head.
“I’ll think about it.”
Madison’s eyes shot open from her nap when Jase’s voice boomed through the house.
“Sam, where the fuck is the first aid kit?!” Her heart rate increased tenfold. She heard Sam come out of Janine’s bedroom.
“What the fuck happened?” he asked. She jumped off the bed, rushing to see what the commotion was about. Jase had blood all over his white t-shirt and was holding his hand clutched to his chest.
“Some cunt tried to stab me,” he seethed, clearly in pain. Madison rolled her eyes, pushing past Sam at the bottom of the stairs.
“Well don’t just bloody stand there, get a cloth!” she ordered, heading straight to Jase’s aid. Sam came back with a tea towel. “Move your hand.” he did and she pressed the material down on the laceration. He growled, gritting his teeth in agony, holding his wrist tight to keep himself from pulling his hand away. “Put pressure on that. Sam, is there a first aid kit anywhere?” Sam nodded, disappearing out into the kitchen again. Tommy, Kieran and Adam were coming out of the living room.
“Who stabs someone in the hand?” Tommy asked.
“He didn’t, I grabbed the knife,” Jase replied, tipping his head back.
“You need to run it under the tap,” Madison said. His eyes flew open.
“Why the fuck did you grab the knife?” Tommy continued. Jase snapped his head around,
“Well obviously I didn’t fucking intend on slicing my hand open, dickhead. I just wasn’t looking to get a puncture wound.”
“Sink. Now,” Madison cut off the bickering. She lifted the towel off and followed him to the kitchen sink, turning the tap on and pulling his hand under it.
“Jesus, fuck,” Jase hissed, she raised her eyebrows at him, trying to hide the amusement behind seeing him whine about the pain. Not in a cruel way, it just seemed so out of character. Once all the blood was rinsed away, she could see the cut properly.
“You need to go to A&E.”
“No,” Jase replied.
“You’ll need stitches,” she replied sternly, pulling his hand out and applying pressure with the dry part of the towel. He winced and turned around, leaning his lower back up against the kitchen side.
“I’m not going A&E.”