Chapter Two:

Debby was awake, but it hurt to open her eyes. She tried slowly, but it just hurt so badly. She thought over what just happened. She knew she was in a car. She knew that it was small. She finally opened her eyes. Debby noticed that her hands and feet were in handcuffs. She slowly got up and sat up straight.

"Rise and shine." Jackson said.

She looked around. It was one of those cars with no doors in the back. Debby cursed a little. She looked at the clock on radio. It was 6:00 p.m. Debby stared. How long was she truly out? Where was Aunt Kitty? Uncle Edward? That concert. They must know she was gone by now.

This was all in her head. It just had to be. No way could Debby be kidnapped.

"Were. . . . where am I?" Debby asked.

"Well, not in Seattle, I can tell you that." Jackson smirked.

"What's. . . . what's going on?"

"Well, I'm driving and you're in the back of the car against your will. I'm going to let you figure that one out." He said.

Debby wound have said something back, but she just couldn't get herself to do so.

"Why the hell are you kidnapping me?" She yelled.

"Ask nicer. I may be nice back."

Debby took a deep breath, and asked in a nice calm tone, "Why are you kidnapping me?"

He smirked, "Cause someone is paying big bucks for you to be a hostage."

"What?"

"Get some sleep." Jackson said.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Lay down and don't ask any more questions."

"Who are you!"

"Told you. Jackson. Jackson Rippner. How can you never hear of me." He joked coldfully.

"Please, why am I a hostage?"

"If you don't lie back down, I'll be force to put you in the trunk." Jackson said.

"Please." Debby said in barely a whisper. She was shaking. Tears damped her cheeks. She search up front to see what was there. She saw a picture of her. A cold chill went through her spine. Then she saw another picture of a woman with brown hair holding a small child in her hands. Then she saw Jackson in the picture. She took note on that. He didn't seem like the person to have a family.

There was a long silence between them. Jackson narrowed his blue eyes at her threw the review mirror. Then sighed.

"Look, don't cry. Just lie back down. We're going to stop in a few hours." He said trying to make her stop shaking.

Debby slowly lay back down. She buried her head in her arms.

"Don't worry Debby, it's going to ok." He sighed.

Debby whimpered a little and then closed her eyes.

No hope. The voice inside her said.

Debby opened her eyes. She was outside being carried by Jackson. Her arms were around his neck. She wanted to choke him. Choke him till he was blue and purple!

It took her a little bit to realize what was going on. She was too weak to try to fight him off. Where were they going? She could see a building. Then a sign that said Super 8. A motel?

They came across a door. Jackson managed to open it with her in his arms. To people, it just seem that she was his kid and that she was just too sleepy to walk, so the thoughtful dad just carried her in. Jackson locked the door when he closed it. He put Debby on the bed gently.

It took her a few minutes to wake up fully. She wasn't hand cuffed anymore. But her feet were. She looked around. It looked like a normal room. Then she noticed something.

"What do you think?" Jackson asked.

"There's only one bed." She pointed that out.

"Yeah? And?" he asked.

Debby looked to the ground. She didn't want to say anything to him.

"Not speaking? Fine." He said. Debby pulled in her legs and place her head in her knees. She didn't sob, but almost did. She heard the TV come on.

"It was around 10 am today that Debby McCooper was kidnapped from her own home." A voice said. Debby looked up. Jackson changed the channel.

"Go back!" Debby yelled without hesitation. Jackson raised an eyebrow and shrugged. He turned the channel back.

Aunt Kitty was on TV. The news person started to talk more.

"She was simply checking the mail. We can see from videos that she was carried out her own home, yet we cannot see the man's face. Kitten McCooper was out for the day and Edward McCooper was at work."

Jackson sat at the end of the bed on the floor. Debby was leaning closer to the TV as each word come out of the person on TV's mouth.

"If anyone has information on the kidnapper, please call this number." Debby crawled off the bed and got in front of the TV on her knees.

"I'm here!" she yelled, "Aunt Kitty! I'm here! Help me! Aunt Kitty! Look at me! Don't go away!" She yelled at the TV. Jackson, who was only a few feet away, lay a hand on Debby's shoulders and pushed her to the ground. He cupped his head over her mouth. He put a finger over his mouth.

"Now, we don't want to wake up everyone in town, now do we?" he said.

"Aunt Kitty! Uncle Edward! Help! Someone!" Debby yelled through his hand. She was starting to feel dizzy again. She passed out. Jackson picked up her body and placed her on the bed. She stared at her. She looked like Hope in a way. She was so peaceful in her sleep.

Jackson picked up his cell phone and made some calls.

"Yes, I have her right now. Just hold up, ok. This takes time. She's an easy one, she does what you say if you're nice to her. Yea, she really scared, but she doesnt know what to do."

"She comes from a rich family. We're going to get big bucks for this girl." The immature young co-worker said on the other end of the line. Jackson rolled his eyes and stared at Debby. He felt. . . . . . .guilt? Can't be. He never feels guiltly, but why did he feel that for her?

Thank you for staying with this story so far. This is my first ever story where people can read it. Please, tell me if there is anything that needs to be done to it. Thank you and have a wonderful day :D