Chapter 28: 28. Nothing To Lose.

After Jason left, Jessie grabbed the blanket and threw it off her. This house had nothing at all, it was so boring. If only she had her phone, but after considering it that might be for the best she wasn't mentally stable enough to endure all that harsh feedback.

She stood up and adjusted the shirt, she took a collared shirt and tried to fold one of the sleeves but gave up almost immediately. Allowing the sleeves drape around the tip of her fingers she limped into the kitchen. Following her nose and the amazing mouthwatering scent that wafted out of there.​​

She knew Jason hired a chef but she hadn't met him officially yet. She walked in and sat on a stool around the island.

The chef was backing her so he didn't know she was there yet.

She leaned against the counter and watched him cook, he definitely had a lot of skill, but why did she feel like she knew him. 'Maybe I'm imagining it, but he does feel familiar.'

"Oh my gosh!" He jerked when he saw her, bumping into the stove and hitting down the pot of soup he just made.

"Oh no!" Jessie exclaimed. "I'm so sorry" she said limping around the island to go help him.

"No!" He yelled as she tried to come towards him. "That is very hot liquid, you'll get a burn if you step on it." He cautioned her.

"I'm truly sorry, I really am, I didn't mean to startle you like that." She said.

"It's Okay. Not my first ruined pot of soup." He smiled at her and it clicked.

"Don't I know you?" She asked.

He looked up at her, for the first time really focusing on her face. "I knew it, it's you. Jessie!"

"I do know you!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah, I was the winner of top chef, you were the host. It's me Han Chase." He said extending his hands, Jessie took them with a smile.

"But I'm sorry pardon my rudeness aren't you supposed to be dead?" He asked.

"Well apparently I'm not." She said.

Chases' brows furrowed. "Then you didn't kill that man?"

"No, I didn't!" She snapped. "And what man did I kill?" She asked.

"You haven't seen the news?" He asked and she shook her head.

He lead her back to the stool surrounding the island and sat her down, taking into consideration her bad ankle. He removed his phone from his apron pocket and went online.

He handed her the phone. Jessie scrolled through the phone and tears pooled in her eyes as she saw all the comments and messages. Remembering the horrible way her driver had died.

'Why do they think I did it?" Jessie asked.

"Um... they said they found your fingerprints on the murder weapon. And there was a witnesses testimony." Chase answered.

"A witness?" She asked.

Chase took the phone and went on YouTube, searching her name he saw a video posted from a news channel. He clicked on it and handed it back to Jessie.

Jessie watched the video unable to stop the tear from rolling down her cheek. Ofcourse her fans would be mad, they had every right to do what they did to her last night.

She continued to watched but as soon as she heard Patricia name everything clicked.

"Wait are you saying that Patricia Lee is the witness?" She asked.

"Well that's what all the channels say, they say that you sent her your suicide note in form of a call." Chase said.

His phone slipped from her hand and fell to the floor, Chase wanted to bend and pick it but a scream from Jessie stopped him.

She grabbed her hair and screamed again.

"Jessie? Jessie are you okay?" Chase asked panicked.

"It was Patricia! It was fucking Patricia. Patricia Lee did this to me! I just know it." She cried, angry tears falling down freely. She got up ignoring the searing pain in her ankle.

"I swear I'm going to kill that bitch! I'm gonna kill heeeerrrrr!!!!" she screamed. "Ahhhhhhh!!!!!"

"Wait Jessie calm down, just wait." Chase tried to convince her but he might have as well being talking to a brick wall.

"I'm gonna kill her, I'm gonna kiiiiillll heeerrr!!!" She screamed again.

Abigail and Nancy rushed out to see what was going on and Chase motioned for them to stay away at the moment.

"She did this to me, she did this I know it. When did I call her? Why is she lying?" Jessie asked sobs shaking her body, but her rage was what really had her vibrating down to her core.

"When did I commit suicide? I'm alive, I'm here. I'm alive, you can see that I'm alive right?" she turned to ask Chase and they all nodded and smiled.

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She walked to the cabinets and opened them pulling them all the way out causing such a commotion in kitchen. Wiping her eyes she looked for the knives.

"Where are the knives?" She asked Chase.

"Huh?" He walked over to her realising the red light. She was absolutely hysterical right now, giving her a knife would mean giving a gun to a child. "Jessie, calm down." Chase said as he approached her slowly. "Breathe, calm down you don't need knives okay."

"What do you mean I don't need knives? How am I supposed to kill that fucking bitch?" She asked, her tone eerily calm.

"Jessie you're not a killer Hmmm, you don't need knives." He said soothingly.

Jessie's eyes darted around the kitchen and her eyes caught the rack and she looked at Chase. "What do I care anymore? Everyone already thinks I'm a dead killer" she said with so much disgust. "If I have to be dead, then I'm taking that bitch with me."

"Jessie." Chase said in a warning tone. He followed the direction of her eyes and saw what she was looking at, the knives.

But he wasn't quick enough. He should have gone for her body instead, she reached the knives and pulled one out and held it in front of her.

"Don't come close to me, don't you dare." She said.

"Jessie, Jessie listen to me. You're better than this. Don't do this. This is not you." Chase said slowly.

"Aaaahhhhhhh!!!' She started to scream again. "I don't fucking care!!!" She screamed. "Get out of my way, Get out!"

"Jessie."

"You won't move? You won't move. Fine don't move and I'll kill myself." She said placing the knife on her wrist. "And don't you dare think I'm joking, what else do I have to lose?"

Chase saw the determination in her rage crazed eyes and stepped back, backing away slowly as Jessie walked out of the kitchen.

Chase continued to try and coo her but she wasn't having any of it. Abigail and Nancy stood in front of the door reluctant to let her go. But they stepped away when she pressed the knife into her wrist and blood seapped out.

She grabbed the door handle but before she opened it it swung open and she stood face to face with Jason. The three staff members sighed in relief at the sight of their boss.

"Jessie what the hell are you doing?!" He asked.

"Get out of my way!" She said firmly.

"No, put down the knife." He said.

"No! Get out of my way, Jason! Get out of my way!"

"No! I won't go anywhere." He said firmly.

"I'll kill myself if you don't move." She warned raising her slightly bloodied wrist.

Jason clenched his jaw when he saw the blood but stood his ground. "Fine then, do it."

"I'm not joking Jason!" She said.

"Well neither am I." Jason said.

Jessie knew she wouldn't win with this so she let her wrist fall limp by her side.

"I need to go prove my innocence, I need to go kill that bitch Patricia Lee, she has to pay. Why can't you understand!!!" She screamed. "I'm not dead, I'm not a killer and I'm being framed!!"

"Let me go! Let me go, let me go now!" She said holding the knife to him, in her rage she left herself open and vulnerable. Jason easily smacked the knife out of her grasp and the both watched as it fell to the side.

She looked at Jason, she leaned forward and began to pound on his chest, screaming crying for him to let her go.

"Jessie!" he shook her. "Where will you go? You are accused for murdering someone, if you suddenly appear and you're alive what do you think will happen to you? They have solid evidence against you. You'll be put in prison." Jason said trying to talk some sense into the crazed woman banging on his chest and yelling.

"Then I'll go kill that bitch then." She said.

"How will you get to her, you forget Patricia is still a Lee." He said.

Jessie slowly coming out of her murderous rage looked at Jason like a broken and lost puppy.

The tears she wiped off flooding her cheeks again. "So what now? Is that it? What can I do? I need my life back, please please." She cried.

"I don't deserve this, please Jason please." She sobbed.

Jason bit his lip in anger, seeing her cry like that this made him extremely angry and sad. He quickly picked her up as her feet gave way, the adrenaline fading off.

He walked over with her to the couch and placed her on it as she clutched his shirt and cried into it.

Looking at her small defeated frame shake with heart wrenching sobs he swore to himself. He was going to destroy the person that put her through this pain.

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