Lisa froze when she saw Jonathan unable to move until the pilot came on the overhead announcing that the seat belt sign had been turned off and they were free to move about the cabin. Her eyes had never strayed from Jonathan, but he seemed preoccupied with a book in his lap.
"What are you doing here?" she asked harshly. Raising his eyebrows, he looked from the book he had been concentrating on to her.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, why are you here?" he let out a sigh.
"My presence here should already be self explanatory." he asked, "I'm here for you."
"Yes, but why? Why can't you just leave me alone?" He simply blinked at her, gazing at her coldly and returned his attention to his book. Fixing her gaze on the seat in front of her, she tried to ignore everything that was going on around her. Thirty minutes passed before Jonathan spoke again.
"You still wear it," he stated fiddling with the ring on her finger, "Why?" she didn't initially notice that he had his hand on hers, but when as he closed his hand around hers, she attempted to yank it from his grasp. He pinned her wrist to the arm rest and she sighed heavily.
"It wouldn't come off," she stated still not looking at him. She refused to give him the satisfaction. Once again she tried to pull her hand away from him, but he only tightened his grip. "How's your neck? Did it scar?" she asked derisively looking at the empty seat next to her. Gently taking her chin, he forced her to look at him. Using his other hand he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, pulling it down to reveal a three inch mark that had healed leaving only the faint trace of marred skin. "Pretty." She muttered.
"I like yours better though," he said lacing his fingers behind his head.
"I'm sure you do," she looked away once again. Silently, she unbuckled and began to stand up when Jonathan caught her arm.
"May I inquire as to where you think your going?"
"Bathroom genius," she snapped yanking her arm away from him and continued to the lavatory. Glancing around, she found that there was barely anyone on the plane with them. She could feel Jonathan's eyes on her as she stepped through the door and into the small bathroom.
Slamming the lock into place she collapsed against the door sobbing.
Why me? She thought. Why can't they just stay out of my life for good? Is it really so hard?
She desperately wanted help, but she couldn't stand the thought of going back to Logan. Not after what had happened over the last two days. She slid to the floor and remained there for almost five minutes when she heard a knock on the door. Giving one last helpless sob she used the counter to help climb to her feet. Splashing water on her face she slid the lock out of place and opened the door only to be met with Jonathan's penetrating gaze.
"Have I succeeded in breaking you already, Lisa?" He asked before shoving himself into the small room smothering her mouth with his hand. She tried to struggle out of his grasp, but he already had her pinned to the wall with one hand holding her neck so she couldn't turning her head. "Already given in to your fear, Lisa?" he smirked as she shook her head vigorously, "Dishonesty is not a trait I particularly admire. Doesn't this environment seem familiar?"
"Get. Away. Now." She whispered harshly.
"For what reason, Lisa? Ah, yes. You have a particular phobia about small spaces such as this one. Perhaps you would be well to admit your fear rather then denying its existence." she trembled slightly but said nothing. "Tell the truth and shame the devil, Lisa. If you confess, I'll release you." He offered grinning at her. "Are you frightened?" She hesitated but finally she nodded reluctantly. Instead of freeing her, he simply chuckled, "No, Lisa, I want to hear you say it."
Looking at the ground, she shuddered as she tried to get the words to come out of her mouth. "I-I'm s-s-scared," she stammered.
"That wasn't so difficult, now was it?" and with that Jonathan grabbed her by the shoulder and slammed her head into the wall. The last thing she saw before she slipped into blackness was Jonathan flipping open his cell phone.
Logan tried desperately not to storm through the halls as he walked into the library. He froze upon seeing J.J. and Steven sitting at the center table flipping through a children's book. A muscle in his lips twitched and he glared at the two of them.
Lisa had been his and she had trusted him. For a brief moment she had let him in. She had belonged to him and him alone. Why couldn't Steven have seen that? He had saved her in her time of need when she didn't even know who he was or remember his efforts the next day. He had managed to protect her as best as he could from Jonathan and Jackson. And then Steven came to visit and Logan lost control of his emotions. He had thought that when he lost Jean that his heart wouldn't be open to deal with these kinds of emotions. But then Lisa showed up and he found himself struggling to keep his raging emotions under control. His feelings had expanded to such a depth that he couldn't succeed in that endeavor.
Why couldn't the professor have stayed out of this? If he had then he wouldn't have someone trying to steal Lisa away from him. She belonged to him and only him, no matter what Jackson or Jonathan said.
He would never let anyone hurt Lisa again. She belonged to him and the next time someone laid a hand on his property, they would pay dearly.
Lisa was jolted awake by the viscous turbulence on the plane. It took her a second to realize where she was and had happened, and when she remembered, all she wanted to do was close her eyes to slip back into the unfeeling darkness that had enveloped her mind for the last two hours. Not wanting to look at Jonathan, she focused her gaze on the back of the seat in front of her hoping that he wouldn't realize she was awake.
Suddenly, she felt him grab her wrist and pull her closer to him. Gasping, she looked over at him to see that he hadn't even lifted his eyes from his book, "Are you going to behave for me, Lisa?"
She glared at him, "What did I do this time?" He glanced up at her, smiling darkly.
"I must insist that you put this on," he said digging through his pockets before he produced a large black bracelet. Without saying a word, she slipped it onto her slim wrist without a word of protest.
"You didn't answer me," she stated after he turned his attention back to his book.
"Excuse me?"
"When I asked you why you couldn't just leave me alone, you didn't answer me."
"You'll know soon enough," he said with a sigh before they heard the flight attendant announcing that they needed to buckle their seat belts. As Lisa did so, she felt a wave of fear as she noticed something that almost escaped her initial observation.
Her belt was unbuckled hanging is a discordant manner from her pants and her shirt was visibly not tucked into her pants as she remembered doing that morning.
Jackson didn't let his gaze divert from the road in front of him as he sped to his house.
"You can't just kill some one because they gave you a stupid name! Be reasonable!" Lisa shouted from the back seat of the van as she tried to grab Jackson's arm.
"Why are you so against it, Lisa?" Mark said leaning into her personal space causing Jonathan's eyes to flutter as he watched Lisa wither in fear. "A cute girl like you could get away with murder, no problem,"
"And that makes it right?" Lisa was on the verge of tears as Mark tackled her to the ground trying to pin her.
" Jackson, hand me the duct tape. Jonathan, grab her wrists," Without taking his eyes off of the road, Jackson handed back a roll of silver duct tape. Jonathan grabbed Lisa wrists as Mark taped them together, her legs were next and then her mouth was taped shut. Mark climbed into the front passenger seat as Jonathan placed Lisa's head in his lap and gently pushed her hair out of her face.
"How long before we get there?" Jonathan asked.
"Should be there in the next half hour," Jackson called back.
Lisa's eyes began to droop as the rock of the car lulled her to sleep
"God, help me. This burden is too heavy for me to bear on my own," she prayed silently as the darkness began to engulf her mind.
"My soul is bleeding, but I'm not dying." Her eyes closed and she allowed the darkness to allow her peace for the moment.
"I'm waiting to dieā¦"
Huge thanks to empty voices, please review.
