The pulse of Jackson Rippner quickened as he dragged the body of the innocent driver he just killed to a place in hiding. He was closer to Lisa Reisert by every action he made, over 2 years had passed and it was time to make his revenge.
Lisa and all the people involved in that fateful day are under the conception he is dead. The ambulance drivers that picked him up worked for his boss, bringing him to a private hospital where he rehabilitated for the next two years. Though retired, he still has the skills and cunning he needs to exact his revenge on Lisa Reisert.
The driver Jackson had killed belonged to a 43-year-old female that by the sight of her wallet was not married and had no children. Her death was painless, mess less, and could in no way, lead back to him. The women would not be missed.
The car he stole was an old Volvo. With precise and quick movement, he removed both license plates and any evidence that the women was ever there. Lisa Reisert lived in her newly deceased father's home, just about ten miles away. Her father died in the following months of my destruction of a heart attack. Jackson felt pity he couldn't kill him himself. After that, Lisa then became an empty shell, her best friend Cynthia the only person to cope with. She had a hard two years, and he would top it off. No, death wouldn't be in store for her, though she would beg for it everyday after he captured her.
Jackson's obsession for Lisa was out of the ordinary for him. She ruined him, humiliated him, and wounded him. Though the feeling for her was not all hate or loathing, he felt something more. He wanted her with a passion, she would one day love him or she would pay. This, this would be her awakening.
Lisa Reisert had become vulnerable, more than she had been in the past 3 years. With her father dead, she had broken off from the world. Her life was her job, no matter how Cynthia had tried to get her out of the house.
Another day of work, with a recent visit from Bob and Marriane Taylor, work had become exhausting for her. The car ride home was uneventful, the lights of the freeway the only thing to guide her this dark night. She called Cynthia's cell phone to see if she could handle the all-nighter she was pulling at the Lux Atlantic.
It made her sad how hard Cynthia tried to make her happy. From the day of that horrible nightmare on, everything went downhill. She tried to forget Jackson Rippner, but every night she would wake up from her horrible nightmare to her terrible screams.
When she arrived home, everything looked normal. She never forgot to check her house, though she knew there was no need. She took a long, hot shower, the pounding of the water releasing the tenseness from her body.
As she got out and put a robe on, she headed toward the kitchen for some water. Dinner wasn't an option for her that night, she got home too late. As she arrived to the kitchen, she was surprised to find a tall, cold Sea Breeze sitting on the table. Lisa froze.
"Hey Leese," said the voice of her nightmares, of Jackson Rippner, standing behind her in her kitchen.