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Jackson's Weakness

Chapter 3


Someone was gently hitting her right cheek in order to wake her up. Jesse awoke to find herself still in the dark room wherein she had no idea how long she was in already. She looked up, it was still dark. She wanted to feel the place around her, then she felt a very heavy thing around her wrist and she couldn't really move her hands her hands were placed behind her. It hurt so much and she knew she already had wounds around it. All of a sudden, as if under interrogation, there was a very bright spot light directed on her. It pierced her eyes. It has been maybe hours or so that light entered her "dungeon." She was already closing her eyes very hard, hoping she was in a nightmare and when she woke up, everything would be back to normal. She would wake up in her apartment go to school, meet her boyfriend, study, go out and have a normal life. Suddenly, she heard a voice speak from behind her.

"Stan, be gentle. Light up the whole room already."

"Alright, sir."

Jesse was very frightened now. She didn't want to see any face and be able to recognize them, that would mean one thing-she can identify them and then they would have to harm her or worse, kill her.

The room was lit, and it was only now that Jesse recognized she was no longer in the dungeon looking place where she was held before. The voice was familiar, but she only heard it since she was held captive. It was no longer chains that held her wrists to a wall, but it was cuffs wrapped around her wrists and was placed behind her. She was in a bed, her ankles were also joined together by cuffs, and she was actually curled in a lying position on the bed. Jesse looked around, she wanted to speak, no voice came out. Again, she closed her eyes. Ten seconds have passed and she didn't open her eyes. Again, someone gently slapped her in the face.

"Hey!"

She looked directly at the face that was in front of her now. "You awake?"

She couldn't respond. Jesse had no idea why no voice came out of her mouth. She just looked directly at him. She had clear blue eyes just like Jackson, however, it had a darker shade than his. She was studying his features he was around late twenties to early thirties. He had brown eyes and they were deep set eyes. His hair was brown and he had a fair skin. This was Stan. He wasn't really buff, but really fit.

"We really underestimated you."

"What? What is all these? What are you doing? How long have I been here"

Finally, she could speak. As soon as she moved her lips it felt sore. She had a cut on her lip.

"Those are the same words you were telling us since you got here."

"How long have I been here?"

"Weeks. About two months. And most of the time, you were unconscious. It was either we gave you sleeping pills in your food, or our boss asked someone to beat you up."

"What do you want with me? I can see that this is not a simple kidnapping. You are keeping me alive. For what?"

"You are really smart, aren't you Jessica Porter?"

"Please, let me go..."

Her voice then broke. She was now crying. She felt her tears run down her face. Of all the time she was awake for the past weeks, this was the only time she cried. Maybe because it was the only time she really had an encounter with her captors.

"Please let me go..."

"No." The room was really silent, the only sounds that resonated the room was Jessica's sobbing and weeping.

"Do you know Jackson?"

She wasn't answering. And in order to make her focus, he grabbed her face and made her sit up. Her body tensed, wanting to fight, but she couldn't. Her whole body ached. She looked at Stan directly.

"Do you know Jackson?"

"No."

"Jackson Rippner?"

"I told you once, No."

Her voice was a little soft, yet it had this force that convinced Stan not to ask again.


Jackson directed Lisa to open the door. Unlike the unabiding Lisa he met on the plane, she quickly opened the door. He felt stronger than before, he knew he would recover easily. He has been through a lot like this before and he had a strong body that recovered easily, plus the epinephrine that was flowing through his body. Lisa was the first one to appear at the door when it opened, Jackson was holding the knife against her back. Joe immediately stood up and recognized the fear and warning in Lisa's eyes.

"Dad, don't do anything. Please."

"What? Anderson, Smith!"

The two men immediately drew their guns directed at Jackson and Lisa. However, Jackson was using Lisa as a shield. HE was really using her to get out.

"Jackson, put the knife down."

"Yeah right, Anderson."

More shock overcame Lisa's body. Why does Jackson know him?

"Jackson, don't harm the lady. Keefe just wants to have a word with you."

"This is something you will not and will never understand Smith. Just let me get out of here."

"You know each other?" Joe managed to ask, the same question that was boggling Lisa right now.

"Long story Joe, long story. Now, just let me borrow Lisa." Jackson managed to say to Joe even though it was very hard for him for him to speak. He was saying this as if to taunt him.

He slowly got in the elevator dragging Lisa with him. He got out of the hospital, which was very peculiar because no one really took notice of him and Lisa.

"Lisa, where's your car?"

Lisa walked towards it. She pulled the keys out of her pocket and gave it to Jackson. As soon as they got inside the car, Jackson on the driver's seat, he head butted Lisa, knocking her unconscious. HE didn't drive off immediately. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror and then looked around to see if Anderson and Smith followed. No sign of them. He took a deep breathe and whispered to himself,

"What now Michael? What now?"


"What was that all about? Why didn't you stop him? How did he know you?"

Anderson managed to hold Joe and kept him from making a commotion. He was breaking down and he could understand that, Joe just lost his daughter. Meanwhile, Smith was already on the phone with Mr. Keefe.

"He got away, Sir"

"Let him go away, he might lead us to whoever tried to kill me."

"Sir, why would Jackson ever betray you?"

"I have no idea, Smith, this is really not like Jackson."

"What would you have us do, sir?"

"Let him go away, just for now. I'm sure we can track him down. We'll start tomorrow morning, I need to be with my family for now."

"Okay, Sir. We'll be following him."

"You do that. I'm still a little shaken up from all of these. Especially with one of my best and loyal men. Call me again when there are developments alright?"

"Yes, Sir."

Smith ended the call and replaced his phone in his pocket.

"Anderson, we need to go."

"Okay. But I have a question?"

"Go" Smith said this while raising an eyebrow. They shouldn't be "asking questions right now, they should be already moving.

"Is that really Jackson we are dealing here?"

"Yes, I believe so. I don't know what happened, but orders are to follow him. Just to follow and not do anything more. You understand?"

"Affirmative."

Smith was speaking this way and unprofessionally like they have to but he had to use this type, Joe was listening to them.

"Mr. Reisert, this is the place where you have to go for questioning, and you can also go now to that Mike Burns guy." They handed him a piece of paper where an address and a number was written.

"What? That's it?"

But the two men's backs were already facing him.


Jackson placed the key in and turned the ignition. With that, he was driving. His thoughts were really mixed up. He had to focus. Jesse. Jesse. Jesse. He had to get her back.
Half an hour later, Lisa was coming to. Her head felt heavy. It felt the same way it had felt that previous night. She felt as if her world was moving. Well, in fact she was really moving, she was in a vehicle. She managed to make a slight noise while she was coming to. It was really painful. She felt her head to check if it was wet with blood, and there was none. Good! She looked around her car and saw that Jackson was driving. She was startled at first to see him there, but then she remembered what happened.

"Why are you doing this?"

"You will never understand Lisa."

"Try me."

"I already did on the flight and you wouldn't."

"What? You didn't even tell me a thing. All you told me was you were doing it because someone wanted to send a brash message."

Jackson did not reply. Lisa was feeling very impatient. She wanted to run away but a part of her, a very big part of her told her not to.

"Why did you take me?"

"You are my hostage, my ticket out of the hospital and surely, in other upcoming incidents."

"No."

"You are here, you are not struggling. You are not even fighting me. What do you want?"

"The truth. You don't have to do this, any of this."

"You can't handle the truth and if I don't do this, you have no idea what the consequences are." Jackson was becoming irritated. Those last statements came out in a form a shout.

Lisa looked out the window, trying hard to keep the conversation going to know more, but she couldn't ask anything else. Suddenly, a reasonable question popped to her mind.

"Is Jackson Rippner even your real name?"

"Yes." He answered it immediately and still calmly.

"You never lie, but I think this time you are lying. Didn't you just use the name to be the same as JR of my dad?"

"No." And he looked directly at her like he did in the flight when she was faking the call with Cynthia.

"What's your real name?"

"Jackson Rippner."

With that, he accelerated the car and they were driving in the highway. Jackson really needed to get some new clothes. He was still wearing the patient's gown from the hospital.


Stan showed Jessica a picture and he saw she easily recognized it. She whispered the name.

"Michael..."

Again, Jesse broke down to a sob, seeing that face and those clear blue eyes. She was thinking, maybe they have killed him.


Author's Note:

I reread the chapters, and I just had to change one little detail

Anyway, Thanks for reading