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Lisa awoke early that morning, wondering why she felt stiff and achy. She turned to roll over, when she realised something was holding her down. An arm. A strong arm. A strong arm holding her to a chest.
No way.
She looked down to see Jackson, sleeping peacefully below her, eyes shut, breathing subtly. Lisa clapped a hand to her mouth to stop gasping.
Heat of the moment, remember Leese? Wait?! You've started calling yourself Leese?!
Lisa slowly moved his arm away and got up, pulling the blanket over him and tucking him in on the floor. He moved slightly and sighed. Lisa looked down at his sleeping form and decided not to wake him. Instead she smoothed his hair back and kissed his forehead. The she got up and wandered down the corridor into her room.
After a quick shower she pulled on some sweats and a t-shirt and waltzed back into the living room, where Jackson was curled up in the blanket on the sofa, looking dazed.
"Morning sunshine!" she called brightly at him. He glared at her as she sat down in the armchair, and raked his hair back.
"God Leese. What have we done?" he said, wearily.
Lisa shook her head and looked at her feet.
"We're royal fuckups." He mumbled, pulling on his boxers and sweats. Lisa nodded in agreement. Then there was that awful silence as Jackson pulled on his remaining clothes. Then he slumped back into the sofa and put his head in his hands. "I brought you here to hurt you, to punish you but we've already had sex twice!" he said, annoyance in his tone.
Lisa looked up and tears formed in her eyes. "Are you still going to-?"
"No Leese. Well, maybe a little." He said, his eyes gleaming. Lisa scowled.
"You Jackson are an arsehole."
Jackson leapt forwards and put his hands on the armrests, trapping her down under him.
"What's with you Leese? Are you looking to get hurt? I haven't forgiven you for that little punch-up last night!" he shouted. Lisa trembled beneath him and he grinned. "The fear's still there. That's good."
Lisa hissed. "If you keep hurting me, I'll…I'll…I'll…"she stammered. Jackson smirked and patted her cheek, mockingly.
"You have nothing to offer me Leese." He said turning the gentle pat into a hard slap. Lisa recoiled into the chair and Jackson stood up, smiling at her. Lisa got up off the chair quickly and stormed away into the kitchen. She slammed the door and walked to the center of the room, next to the island in the middle of the kitchen. Lisa looked out of the window.
I've messed things up so bad. Get your head straight Lisa. He's horrid, he hurts you. He enjoys it? Maybe…The path seemed to twist into nothing outside. She couldn't try escaping. If only I could get out of this house, escape from him, and then maybe I could get my head straight. He's twisting my sanity. Bastard. I need to find a car, a bike, anything. I need to get out. Never again Lisa. Never fuck that bastard again.
"Never fuck the bastard again." she said, aloud.
Lisa crossed her fingers into a scouts promise and smiled at her childish gesture.
Next thing she knew she was slammed down on the island countertop, a glass full of water smashed against her shoulder and pieces wormed their way into her skin. She screamed as her right arm was wretched behind her back and twisted, so she couldn't move. Her chest was pressed flat against the top, but she tried to pull her shoulder away, so the glass wouldn't cut into her anymore, she whimpered as he pushed her down so her shoulder pressed into the top.
"Bastard?!" he shouted. He pulled her hair backwards so she was right next to his face, his cheek resting on hers. "You will fuck me whenever I damn well please."
Lisa hissed in pain and laughed slightly at him, mocking him through her clenched teeth. "I think you'll find that you won't!"
Jackson pushed her head down onto the top and released her head. His hand smoothed over her body before roughly grasping her waistband. Lisa screeched and kicked her legs in frustration. She used her free arm to try and push herself up.
"STOP!" she yelled, desperately. Jackson paused in his movements and rested his hand on her hip.
"What's up Leese? Feeling a bit nervous?" he said, laughing at her struggles. His hold was too strong, so Lisa collapsed onto the top, her head crunching in the glass.
"Please Jackson. Don't. I feel bad enough for last night anyway. I'm going out of my mind being with you. Pain, pleasure. It's too much." She said, quietly.
Jackson released his grip on her hip and moved it back to her hair, bringing her up to him again, drawing another hiss from Lisa.
"Okay Leese, you have my sympathy, but did you not realise that YOU instigated last night?" he replied. Lisa went quiet and a tear silently ran down her face. Jackson grew annoyed and slammed her head down onto the glass again.
"SPEAK!" he commanded.
"What the fuck is wrong with you Jackson?!" she yelled at him. He brought her back up, his cold cheek pressed against her hot one. "Do you enjoy hurting me or something?"
Jackson smirked against her cheek and she began breathing angrily at his blatant amusement.
"This is who I really am Leese. I don't enjoy it. I love it. Adore it. Just hearing your small gasps, hisses, moans or full screams, mmmmm. It gets me going Leese. And when you beg me. It makes me smile. But I love it when you fight back. A woman with spirit is better than one who is like a wet rag. And you've got spirit." Jackson's hand trailed down her thigh and rested midway, where he tightly squeezed her thigh.
Lisa's eyes were wide open with fear during this speech or Jackson's and she didn't even notice his hand until he gripped her. She whimpered and kicked her leg. He slapped her thigh and leant his body forwards, so he was on top of her, leant over the top with her. He moved her body with his, crushing her into the glass.
"You're despicable." She whispered.
"You love it."
"Fuck you."
"Ok."
"No, wait. I meant, oh you know you prick."
"Aw Leese, is someone getting tetchy?"
"Tetchy?! You're crushing the top half of my body into glass!"
"Oh, the top half?" Jackson smirked and grabbed her waist, pulling them both upright. He spun her around, so she was facing him.
He saw the right side of her face was bloody, from the crushed glass and her t-shirt was stained with red, with flecks of glass pressed into parts of it. She had her lip curled, aggressively, flinching as he touched her hips. He smiled at her fear and placed both hands on her hips. He hoisted her up, so she was sitting on the top. She screamed as the glass penetrated the skin on her thighs. She kicked her legs to move, but he placed his hands on her thighs and she couldn't move.
"Now Leese, lets talk."
"Let me the hell off Jack!" Smack. His hand collided with her face.
"My name is Jackson."
"Well done!"
"Leese, you seriously need to start taking more care of yourself, have you considered seeing a counsellor?"
"Have you? You freaking psychopath. Let me go!"
He released her legs and she jumped down, glass falling from her thighs. She brushed herself off and hissed as parts tore from her skin.
"Now, would you like to sit in a comfy chair, or would you like me to back you up against a wall?" he asked, gesturing to a wall.
Lisa sniffed and waltzed past him to the living room. He followed, giving a little breathy laugh.
He enjoys it. Good God.
"So Jackson?" she said, taking a seat in the armchair and wincing as she landed on her cut legs.
"Yes Lisa?" he replied, throwing himself onto the sofa. He stretched out and switched the TV on, not looking at her.
"Is there anyway that you could stop possibly hurting me? It's getting a little….much." she said, shifting her feet. He turned his head to her, some of his hair flopped into his eyes.
"You could agree to stop escaping, hurting me, trying to escape, trying to hurt me and provoking me generally."
"So I can't really talk to you then?!" she replied angrily.
"Tell you what Leese. If you agree to something, I'll stop hurting you." He said, flicking the channel.
"Depends what it is."
"You have to promise to do the dinner from now on, try not to hurt me or my house with the cooking please; and you have to kiss me once a day. That's not much to ask." He replied.
That's not too bad.
"Oh, and you have to sleep in my room from now on." He added, smiling. Lisa frowned.
"No funny business Jackson?"
"None at all. Not even an ounce of comedy." He said, turning back to the TV.
Lisa considered the offer. "Ok. No funny business and we have a deal." She smiled at him. He smiled back.
"In which case, I would like my kiss now." he said, beckoning to her.
Lisa sighed and got up, moving to the sofa. She bent over towards him and placed her lips on his. His lips moved gently with hers and a spark ignited, sending Lisa's emotions wild.
Oh goodness. He is a good kisser. He's probably experienced or something.
Finally, Jackson pulled away and smiled at her.
"Very good Leese." He said, one of the sides of his mouth pulled up into a lopsided grin that Lisa admitted made him look even more handsome.
She straightened up and felt his arm around her waist, pulling her onto the sofa. The lights dimmed with a switch on the remote. He was already reclined on the sofa, lying sideways with his feet on the other end of the sofa, propped up on an elbow to look at the TV. Lisa looked down at him and he nodded, looking deep into her eyes, making her shiver slightly.
She turned and lay down on her side, bringing her legs up onto the sofa with his. She lay back down against his chest and he reclined back, un-propping his elbow and resting against the pillows behind him. His arm rested over her shoulder and she reached up to touch his hand. He flinched at her touch, but relaxed when she took his hand into hers. She traced the lines of his palm and ran her fingers over the scars on his hand. His hand enclosed hers and their fingers entwined. Lisa sighed and relaxed against his toned chest. He kissed the top of her head and flipped to the movie channel. 'Pans Labyrinth' was the film playing, so they watched that. Lisa jumped at certain parts and let out gasps and Jackson laughed at her. She giggled back and playfully slapped his chest. They laid like this for hours, after the sun set, until they had watched three different films on the TV.
"This is all I wanted Leese. Just time for us." He said, stroking her hair.
What am I doing? Nothing. Nothing is wrong. I feel…happy. For the first time in ages, I feel genuinely happy.
Lisa and Jackson's legs entwined and Lisa began to feel sleepy. She yawned and Jackson ran a hand through his hair.
"It's quite late Leese. Do you want to go to bed?" he asked, looking at his watch.
"If that's alright. It's been quite a tiring day, and I haven't had much sleep lately." She said, laughing.
He nodded and she moved first, to let him off the couch. He turned off all the power with his remote and she followed him down the hallway, to his room.
It was black and white with dashes of red ornaments, pictures and pillows. All very clean and proper. Very Jackson. The bed was huge, four poster, double king sized. He tossed a pair of pyjamas at her and pointed to another door.
"There's the bathroom, don't forget to clean your teeth Leese," he smirked. Lisa smiled back sarcastically and went into the bathroom to change. She cleaned her teeth with a fresh toothbrush from a packet on the side and rinsed her mouth with Jackson's (surprisingly) bubblegum flavoured mouthwash.
When she walked back in, he had changed. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of full-length cotton, dark green and black checked pyjama bottoms. His torso was covered in scars; Lisa recognised some which she had caused. He pushed past her, and into the bathroom.
"Do you have a side of the bed?" she called to him.
"No, go for it." He replied from the bathroom, his voice muffled from the toothbrush.
Lisa smiled and jumped into the side nearest the window, turning towards it. Through the window she could see rain pelting down outside. The noise rattled the house and it calmed Lisa down. She felt Jackson slip into bed bedside her, and the light switched off with a flick of the remote. She turned onto the side away from him, and he did the same to her.
"Goodnight Jackson." She whispered, pulling the covers under her chin.
"Night Leese." He replied, pulling more covers over his side. Lisa gasped slightly as the cold air hit her as the covers left. She yanked the covers back, annoyed. Jackson smirked and pulled back. They tugged harder until Jackson let go and Lisa went flying backwards onto the floor.
"OW!" she shouted, hitting the wall. Jackson laughed and held out a hand to her. She batted it away and sauntered to the door. He sprung forwards and pressed her against the closed door, her chest colliding with the wood. His body pressed against her back and his hand ran up her spine and yanked her hair down, she whimpered as her neck was exposed.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his lips brushing the back of her neck.
"Back to my room!" she said, shaking her head. Jackson's head curled around her shoulder and his lips rested on the base of her neck.
"You're not going anywhere sweetness." He said, pulling back and throwing Lisa back onto the bed. She scrambled backwards and immediately pulled the covers over her.
"Stop it Jackson. Ruin the freaking' moment!" she shouted, slamming her head onto the pillows and turning away from him.
Jackson jumped back onto his side, making the bed bounce. Lisa groaned and moved to the very edge of the bed. Jackson got back under the covers and grabbed Lisa's waist, pulling her into the middle of the bed.
"Let me go!"
"Shut up and go to sleep Lisa."
"How can I when you are touching me!?" she shouted, clawing at his hands.
"I'm not. God, calm the fuck down Leese, I'm going to do anything to you!" He yelled back, releasing her.
Lisa moved away from him again, and he did the same to her. Lisa's eyes welled up and she struggled to keep in her sobs.
Why won't he let me go? What's happen to Dad? What's he planning?
A tiny sob escaped her lips and Jackson turned his head, slightly.
"Leese? Are you crying?" he asked.
"No." She said, through her teeth.
Jackson's hand touched her shoulder and she flinched. It began rubbing gentle circles on her back, comfortingly.
Lisa turned over, to find his blue eyes right in her face, visible even in the semi-darkness.
"What's going to happen Jackson?" she asked, sobbing freely. "We can't stay here forever."
Jackson touched her face gently, wiping away the tears. He placed his hands on either side of her face, and looked at her.
"We'll see what happens. Just go with the flow. We may have to leave soon anyway." He replied. He let her head go and shut his eyes. "I do have to work sometimes, but you may just come in handy. Now, goodnight Lisa. See you in the morning."
With that he turned his face into the pillow slightly and his breathing slowed. Lisa turned over, her eyes wide open.
I do have to work sometimes.
But his work was murder.
You may just come in handy.
Oh God.
