I FINALLY have internet back! So excited about that! So here's chapter 7. :)

I actually started writing my own short story. I put it on here, but it was deleted. I didn't realize you couldn't put original works of fiction on here, so it's on FictionPress if you want to read it! And it's under the same pen name. :) ENJOY!

When I woke up the next morning, I had hoped the night before was just a dream. When I sat up, I was unfortunately brought down to reality. Instantly I gasped at seeing Jackson tied to the only chair in my room. Looking around to see if anyone else was in the room, I cautiously walked over to Jackson to hopefully untie him. Once I was close enough to him, I noticed all the bruises and cuts on his face. "Jackson, what the hell happened to you?"

I tried to reach for his face, but he pulled his face away. Tears welled up in my eyes. Why were they doing this to him? He didn't deserve it. If this was how he was going to be treated because of me, I would do something about it. I know it sounds absurd, but I had really fallen for Jackson by this time. How could I let him get beaten to death because of me. Just then, my door opened. There was Alice with two of her bodyguards flanking her. Instantly I stood up. "It's nice to see you awake. Now we can get down to business." She walked closer to me, sending her bodyguards over to Jackson. "While he's still conscious and alive, I'm going to have him watch me torture you and then kill you. Slowly." She stated with such malice. "You would have been a lovely asset to our Agency, but you had to become problematic."

"You're going to kill Jackson because of me?" I blurted out without thinking.

Alice looked at me like I was stupid, and that this whole situation was quite obvious. Like I should know what was going to happen. "Of course. I told you to stay away. You didn't listen. This is the price you both will pay."

Jackson started fidgeting around in the chair. Tryiing to get out of his restraints. "So then kill me. Not him. I'm willing to die, as long as you let him go!" I hadn't felt this brave, since the day I met Jackson on the plane. I shook those thoughts away. There was no need to be remembering them at this time. That was the past and this was now. I should have died then, so really, I was lucky to even still be alive. So giving up my life for him was alright to me. It didn't bother me at all.

Alice laughed and walked over to Jackson kneeling down in front of him. "Regardless if you give your life for his, he still has to pay the price for falling for the mark. That's not allowed in this business."

"I wasn't a mark when he fell for me! I was locked in this stupid room! He was training me to become your newest killing machine." Of course, I knew that Jackson and I had felt something right away, but she definitely didn't have to know that. Especially if she didn't already know.

"I know for a fact that he had fallen for you during the time he spent following you. With you staying up all night watching your old movies and eating scrambled eggs at three in the morning. Do you really think I didn't have him followed? I make sure my work is thoroughly done." She turned to face me. "If your work isn't thoroughly done, you have problems. Unfortunately, you became a problem after the fact." She turned back to Jackson and grabbed his face. "See, Jackson here has fallen for a mark before, but he let his job win over. He disposed of her as soon as the mission was over. You're the first one he has actually let get the best of him. It's sad really. Our best employee being bested by an idiotic, stupid, ugly, girl."

The fact that she called me ugly was not a problem. I've been called that before. The problem I had, was being called idiotic and stupid. "If I'm so stupid and idiotic, how the hell did I defeat Jackson and get away? Stupid and idiotic girls can't do such things." I said with a smile on my face. I knew that it would tick her off, which is exactly why I did it. Luckily, she rose to her feet and walked over to me. I narrowed my eyes and smirked at her. Not something I would usually do, but the opportunity presented itself, so I did it. Of course, it wasn't such a good idea, because she smacked me across the face.

"How dare you talk to me like that!"

This was just too much fun. I don't know if it was me being locked in this room for so long, or the fact that I was spending too much time with Jackson, but I just couldn't help myself with my next sentence. "Would you prefer that I talk to you like a little girl? Because that's what you're acting like. You do realize that right? You're acting like a jealous little school girl. And I'm talking about a school girl who doesn't even have a chance with the guy she's obsessed with." I could see the anger flaring in her eyes, but I didn't care. Maybe I was asking for a death wish, but at this point I didn't care. "You do realize he doesn't want you." I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "He wants me."

That's when she hit me again, and this time I hit back. I wasn't afraid of anything anymore. I was going to die anyways, so I was going to go out with a fight. A bang. She probably shouldn't have had me trained as a killer. As we were fighting, basically her slapping me, and me punching her, I could hear Jackson trying to get over to us. He was screaming things I couldn't hear because I was too busy rearranging Alice's face. Once I got Alice onto the floor and was beating her unconsious, her bodyguards came over and dragged me off of her and over to my bed and tied my hands to the bed. If I wasn't tied down, I was certain I was going to kill her. But now that I was tied down, I was certain that I was going to die. She was going to take the cowards way out and kill me while I couldn't fight back.

She walked over to me with the help of her bodyguards and stood over my heavy breathing chest. "I will get you back for this. I might not want to kill you anymore, but only because your skills are far better than I thought they were." She turned to look at Jackson. "That doesn't mean that I won't kill him though." She smirked then laughed. "I'll give you a couple of hours to calm down and I'll even let him stay in here so you two can have a final chat." She finally looked up at the camera. "I'll even turn the camera off and the microphones so you can talk in private." I went to say something to her, but she covered my mouth with her hand. "I know what you're thinking. 'Why would she leave us alone in here with no monitoring us?' The answer is simple. You're both bound to the very spots you're in and I know that you won't get out of them. We made sure of it."

Alice laughed as she walked out with her bodyguards in tow.

About five minutes after Alice left, Jackson flipped out. "Lisa! What the fuck do you think you were doing?" He only called me Lisa when he was extremely mad. "You could have gotten yourself killed!"

Why the hell was he getting mad at me? I was only defending myself. "Excuse me?" I lifted myself up and sat up. "How dare you snap at me, Jack. I was defending myself. She hit me first. And more than once may I add!"

"Do you see what you've done? You just signed my death certificate."

This was not the turn of events I wanted. I wanted him to tell me he was proud of my amazing fighting skills, but instead he was completely pissed off. "Okay Jackson, next time I'll just let her kill me. How does that sound? I mean, it would solve all of your problems wouldn't it? You wouldn't have me around and you could have your precious job back." For some stupid reason, tears started forming in my eyes. "Is that what you want? If it is, let me know! I'll tell her when she gets back in here that she wins and you can both run off into the sunset together."

I refused to let him see me cry again. Especially when he was the reason for my tears yet again. "Leese, you know that's not what I want. But there is no us. You know there never could be an us." That probably hurt more than it should have. I looked down at the floor and closed my eyes, willing myself not to cry about it. He was just a guy. He was definitely not worth my tears. Not after that. "Leese, look at me." I definitely didn't. I looked everywhere but at him. If I did, I was sure the tears would come out. "Leese, I'm not the man for you. my lifestyle doesn't suit you."

This time I shot my head up and stared into his eyes. "Then why the fuck did you bring me here?" I was screaming, but it didn't matter anymore. He was just making excuses. "Weren't you the one who said the day that you grabbed me that 'The agency could use someone like me'?" He was silent. "Exactly. Your lifestyle has apparently become mine. By force. By you, Zach, and Alice."

He still sat there as quiet as a mouse. It was unbelievable that I was in this position. I had watched my father die and now I was going to have to watch Jackson die? No. I couldn't do it. I wouldn't do it. In the heat of the moment, I started rubbing my wrists against the ropes, I thought that maybe if I rubbed against them enough, they would start to wear down. Blood started dripping down my wrists. Jackson started yelling at me. I didn't care what he had to say anymore. He really didn't care about me. He only cared about himself. "Lisa, stop." He said in a calm voice. "Please stop? You're going to bleed out."

I laughed at him. "Are you serious right now? I don't fucking care. I'm not going to sit here and watch them kill the man I've sadly fallen in love with. I'm going to get out of here. One way or another."

"Fallen in love with?"

I stopped for a minute and stared at him. "God Jackson! How stupid are you? I was falling for you the night of the red eye. Why do you think I actually fought her? It was for you." I instantly went back to rubbing my wrists.

The rope on my right wrist fell off. Using my right hand, I untied the left one. Luckily, the rope was thin rope, or else I don't think it would have worked so well. Jackson was wrong about bleeding out, but I was bleeding a lot. I ran to the bathroom and cleaned up, hoping that Alice really had turned the camera and microphone off. If not, things would get very messy. "Leese?"

I heard Jackson call me and I walked out of the bathroom. Leaning on the wall of the of the bathroom entrance, I stared at him with my arms folded over my chest. "Yes Jackson?"

"Are you going to let me out?"

I smiled. "I was thinking you could stay there considering you don't care about anything but yourself."