Chapter 1 of Misunderstandings

I own nothing related to Red Eye.

Summary: Story takes place two weeks after Jackson threatened Lisa.

I sat down at my computer in the office in the back of the lobby, and powered it on. I sipped my coffee and looked at the clock.

The day had just begun, and I already wanted to get out of the office, which is not like me at all.

Ever since Jackson had threatened me, I had begun wearing flats, and slacks to work, in case I needed to run. I had begun to take self defense classes, and I also carried a legal knife in my purse.

I opened my e-mail and looked through the junk mail, seeking out the important things.

Bill reminder…

Sale at the furniture store…

Jackson…

My body stiffened and I opened the email.

20 off on all tattoos and piercings!

My mind must be playing tricks on me, Jackson is in the hospital, and he won't be coming out for a long time.

I walked out into the lobby and sat down on the chair, waiting for people to help. Cynthia was unfortunately sick that day, so I got to work the place, all by myself.

Whoopee.

Not that I couldn't handle it, it was just that everyone was so bossy, with their, "special needs".

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I looked out the window of my high security hospital bed, willing my broken body to heal.

I smiled as I read the Dr, Phil book that Lisa had sent me.

"Everyday, I am becoming a new and better man…"

Ha. Like that would ever happen. Two men from the company had already come to make sure I was still ready to get back on the job, well, when I was released.

It was a grey and cloudy day, as I sat in my white hospital room, my pink, of all color, scrubs on.

The nurse came in with my lunch tray, and she took the lid of the plastic plate off, revealing a chickin finger looking steak, and some Jell-O, with a side of purple lettuce.

Purple?

I flashed a smile at the nurse and I asked, "Are you sure that this is the best food I can get?"

The seventy four year old nurse frowned at my request, but she looked into my eyes, for it seemed five seconds, and she slowly nodded, and took the food tray away, returning, with some quality junk food from McDonalds.

I thought to myself... "Great, they take their sweet time healing me, and they want to get me fat too…"

I shrugged the thought off, and ate the calories up. I would end up exercising later anyways.

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Later that night, as I could feel my stomach growing larger from the self-induced calories, I also heard a tappity tap tap on my window.

I heaved myself up off the bed, and using my good leg, hopped to the window, to see my associate, Erik at the window.

Erik was practically a brother to me, and we had met when he was just a kid, me a teen.

He took a crowbar out, and loudly pried the bars off the window, strangely reminding me of Harry Potter.

I could already hear the nurses and the guards running down the hall.

I jumped out of the window, and into a bush, Erik picked me up, making me feel very feminine, and dropped me in the passenger seat of his black beamer.

I was free.