I'll Be Your #1 With a Bullet - Chapter 2
Lisa made a right turn, and there she was; home sweet home. She opened the car door and took the keys out of her pocket. She had a decent home. Its stucco walls were painted a warm yellow and altogether it had a Mexican feel to it. As she walked up the twisting brick path her dead flowers welcomed her. Lisa never had time to care for a garden.
She entered the house to find everything in their right place. The giant windows were shut tight, the newspapers were scattered on the coffee table, and the toss pillows were stationed on the white couches. Lisa sighed to herself as she began collecting the newspapers, their destination the recycling bin. But all the organizing halted to a stop when she heard a thud in the hallway. Alarmed, the newspapers held in her arms came crashing on the floor. She looked for some weapon of some sort and all she could get was a mere remote. She cautiously made her way up to the hall and into her bedroom.
"Oh god," she said as she tried to slow down her beating heart. The window was open and the wind blew all of her paper documents off the desk. She must have forgotton to close the window, although that was rather odd of her. Right before work she always made sure everything was bolted up. Exasperated, she went back to the living room to clean up the mess.
"What Leese, something scared you?"
'No it couldn't be. He's dead, he's dead.'
She turned her head towards the front door, her eyes widening as she saw whom it was. It was Jackson.
"What, surprised to see me?"
Lisa froze, her mind still trying to guess if what she was seeing was nothing but an apparition. "You're dead."
"Oh no," said the demon closing in on her. He still had a slight rasp to his voice. "I am very much alive."
"Why are you here?" She stepped back, clutching the leg of an antique chair.
"Gee, Lisa, I don't know. Perhaps to get revenge?"
As he reached three feet from her, she finally regained her senses and threw the old chair at him. He simply blocked it, as if it was nothing but a mere ball.
Into the kitchen Lisa ran, trying to get through the back door. She could hear his angry voice grow louder.
"You know how much suffering you put me though?" Apparently Jackson had been to her house quite a few times, studying the ins and outs of it. He knew where she was heading, and he quickly caught up with her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from the doorknob. He drove her against the refrigerator. "First you stab me with a pen…" she could feel his heavy breathing. "Then you get your heel stuck in my leg, and after you shoot me with a gun."
Struggling wasn't going to work. His body was too heavy for her to handle. She even tried to kick him, but his leg was against hers. "Let go of me Jackson!"
He ignored her cry for help. "But that wasn't enough, was it? You had to get your damn father into it too! Do you have any idea what I've been through? Three friggin' months in a hospital!" His piercing blue eyes glared into hers. At first she was rather charmed by those eyes. But now, oh how scared she was to look straight into them again. They were eyes that belonged to the devil.
"And do you know what I thought of all through those agonizing days? You, and all the ways I could kill you."
"What do you expect!" she cried. "You were trying to kill me!"
"You were supposed to listen to me! But you didn't. You just had to get all smart on me. I hate failing Leese."
Jackson threw her down on the floor and quickly got on top of her. He got out a gun from his pocket. "I hate losing my job and I hate you." His finger made its way to the trigger.
Author's Note: I don't live down south so I have no idea if the house I discribed are the typical houses down in Florida ( Although I have been to Florida once, but all I could remember was Disneyland ) Well I'll put up my next chappie soon.
