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Chapter 4:
Tears began to stream down Emma's face silently, as soon as Jackson left her sight. The pain in her head mixed with fear to overpower her panic, filling her instead with nausea and dizziness. Maria, she reminded herself picturing the little blue eyed girl in her thin white nightgown. She was so little and fragile. Emma had no choice but to protect her. She laid back down, resting her head on the arm of couch, and pulling her knees up to her chest. Her arms wrapped around her body as if she could physically hold herself together. It took everything she had to stop the tears as Jackson returned with a first aid kit and a wet cloth.
"How you feeling, Em?" She didn't trust her voice to be steady so she just glanced over in his direction. What did he think? He was the one who gave her a concussion.
"Don't look at me like that Em. Its your own fault. I told you to stay put, but you wouldn't."
"You put a knife to my stomach, and forced yourself inside. Forgive me for trying to protect myself and Maria."
"I did. Which is why you got knocked out instead of shot." he said with honesty and a hint of warning. Emma quickly fell silent.
"Now, lets see." Jackson placed his finger under her chin, moving her head gently so he could reach the cut. Emma fought back a shiver as he brushed her hair back with the other hand.
"Have you been working with the Martens long?" he pressed the wet cloth to her forehead cleaning off the blood.
"No." Emma muttered.
"Now Em, I thought we agreed to be honest with each other." he pressed harder down on her cut, causing her to whimper slightly. "Now, 5 years right?"
"4" She corrected pulling away from him. "But you already knew that yet."
"Sit still. I'm almost finished." Jackson ordered as he started opening a bandage. "And your right. I did. Its my job to know. Or well it was. Old habits die hard." Emma gazed of into the distance trying to appear like she wasn't paying attention though she hung on his every word. Maybe he would revel something that could help her get away. He talked as if he was bitter or angry about something. What was his job before this. Assassin? FBI? CSI?. Emma groaned slightly passing it of as pain, instead of frustration. Truth was, he knew everything about her, and she knew nothing of him.
"Done" he said sealing the bandage. "Now don't you feel better." he asked.
"Bunches. Thank you for your sweet kindness." she said with dramatic sarcasm, causing Jackson to chuckle slightly.
"Glad to know your not as boring as the others." Others Emma thought. How long had he been kidnapping people. How many made it out alive. She forced herself to swallow back the fear.
"I need to see Maria" she muttered standing up.
"No." Jackson pushed her back down on the couch absentmindedly.
"Why not? Its not like I plan on jumping out of the upstairs window" Jackson returned an amused smirk.
"Can't say no one has tried it." his continued smirk made her wonder if he was serious. Part of her believed he wasn't.
"How do I know you didn't hurt her while I was passed out?"
"I wouldn't without orders."
"I have to see for myself." Emma persisted. I don't care what you say. I will run out of here screaming unless I know she is up there sound asleep and okay.
"I said no." Jackson said his voice becoming more threatening.
"I get it. You have orders, but Maria is mine. If you won't let me see her, then I have to assume the worst. Meaning nothing will hold me back from getting out of here."
"Fine." Jackson said after several moments of thought. "But thats it. One peek, nothing more."
"I can handle that." Emma said standing up.