It had been two months since her... encounter with Jonathan. Since then she hadn't attempted to escape, afraid of what might happen if she did. Two weeks after the Presidents death Jonathan became the Vice President and Lisa became use to having Jonathan close to her despite what he had done to her.
They had moved out of the apartment and they were now living in what seemed to be a large manner. Jackson lived with them here and so did the bodyguards that followed them everywhere. She knew that all of them either worked for Jackson and Jonathan or were convinced that she was mentally ill and couldn't be left alone.
It was a bright Tuesday morning and Lisa and Jackson were sitting down watching TV. Jonathan had been called away to the White House the night before leaving Lisa and Jackson alone... together... alone... Lisa and Jackson!
As much as Lisa hated to admit it she preferred Jacksons company to Jonathans any day. Jackson had decided to take pitty on Lisa and didn't make her watch the news like he had wanted to; instead they were watching a specail of 'Jack The Ripper' on TV. Jackson would wince every time they said Jack The Ripper resulting in a smirk from Lisa; they had been watching it for about an hour when Lisa jumped from her chair and bolted for the bathroom.
Jackson followed behind her a little slower though; he got to the bathroom just in time to see Lisa heave into the tiolet. She collapsed to the ground and Jackson reached out and flushed the tiolet; he looked down at Lisa for a moment. She looked like she just been through hell, she was sweaty and her hair was a mess. Though she looked like she had been through hell she seemed to have a glow coming from her face.
"Leese, I think we should get you a doctor," Jackson said picking her up and carrying her to the couch. She groaned but nodded her agreement and soon was asleep on the couch.
I know, I know. I skipped a lot of time there, but I can tell you that you didn't want to know what happened inbetween. Well not yet anyway.
