I May Have To Steal You
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Chapter Twenty-seven
Joe called 911 and two ambulances came—one for the body and the other for the protesting Jackson to be cared for in. He gave his statement to the police while Lisa dealt with the unruly Jackson who was still vehemently protesting against the stitches.
"I don't need stitches!" he insisted, even though he had previously given in to getting stitches.
"Do you have any really long needles?" Lisa asked the EMT standing beside her, waiting patiently to stitch Jackson up.
"What do you want one of those for?" the EMT asked, suspiciously.
"To shove it up his ass and try to knock some sense into his thick head," Lisa said with a polite smile to Jackson.
"Yes, I do. And after you finish, you can go ahead and just shove it up your ass," said Lisa to Bob and Mary Ann Taylor after the explosion at the Lux Atlantic.
Jackson narrowed his eyes and Lisa pretended to not know why.
"I'm sorry miss, but I can't let you do that. I can stitch him up, though," said the EMT, wondering what the hell was going on between the two.
"Jackson?" Lisa asked sweetly.
"What?" he mumbled, trying his best not to snap at her.
"Stitches now or should I find a needle?"
"Stitches," he said, relenting again and the EMT moved to clean his wound and stitch it up.
"You know I hate you sometimes," Jackson said, glaring at Lisa who was smiling brightly. "Like now!" he hissed through clenched teeth.
"Aww, I love you too. If you're good, the nice EMT might give you a popsicle," she said, letting his pain-induced comment fly over her head.
"Leese?" Joe said, sticking his head in the ambulance. "The police want to speak to you."
"Behave," Lisa told Jackson, before jumping down from the ambulance.
Jackson shot her a dark look, still clenching his teeth. He looked like a lunatic, similar to how he had looked before tossing Lisa down the flight of stairs.
"You're pathetic," Lisa said to him and he shot her a menacing, evil Jackson look before flipping her over the rail and down the stairs.
"Miss Reisert?" asked a police officer, notepad at the ready.
"Yes," she said, pleasantly. "How can I help you?"
"Would you mind tell me what happened inside?" he asked, jerking his head towards the house.
"We came back from the airport and I went upstairs to go to sleep. I was unable to sleep and I heard voices downstairs. I came downstairs, called out to my dad and before I could reply, there was a knife at my throat. Jackson came flying into the hallway and attacked the man, getting hurt in the process. At some point my dad grabbed a gun and shot the man twice."
"Thank you. Now who is Jackson?"
"Jackson is my fiancée. He's being treated in that ambulance," she informed the officer, pointing towards Jackson's ambulance.
He nodded his talks and headed over to talk to Jackson.
"How are you holding up?" Joe asked, concerned as he came over to speak with her.
"Good. Jackson's being a difficult pain in the ass though."
"Not a surprise," said Joe. It seemed to fit Jackson's character and personality. "By the way, Jackson asked me if I wouldn't object to you marrying him."
"When was this?" asked Lisa suspiciously. This was news to her.
"Not long after you disappeared. He called me and I said I wasn't sure yet. He understood. But after tonight, I'm sure."
"Sure of what?"
"Sure that Jackson loves you and you love him. I want you to marry him. He'll take good care of you," admitted Joe with a sigh.
"Thanks, daddy!" she cried as she hugged Joe.
"No problem, sweetheart. Now go and deal with him," he said with a smile.
Lisa bounced over to the ambulance and climbed inside. A sour-faced Jackson sat on the stretcher, EMT nowhere in sight. His dulled blue eyes lit up when he noticed her.
"Did you behave?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, and I still didn't get a popsicle," said Jackson grumpily. He knew that Lisa had only been joking, but he enjoyed playing along with her.
"Aww, poor baby. I'll make it up to you," she whispered as she sat down on his lap and began to kiss him.
Jackson smirked as best he could with the kissing and lay back on the stretcher. Lisa rested upon him before he rolled over on top of her and deepened the kiss.
"Hey! Get a room!" called the EMT, shooing the happy couple from her ambulance.
"Dad said yes!" remarked Lisa as her and Jackson exited the ambulance, disappointed. Jackson raised a questioning eyebrow. "We can get married."
"When do you want to be married?" he asked, pulling her close to him. Lisa was going to be legally his.
"As soon as possible. I just want to be able to have my parents and Cynthia attend."
"Not a problem, Leese," Jackson said before attacking her with his lips and tongue, amid the crowd of police officers and EMTs.
"Let's go," she whispered when he broke the kiss and they carefully slipped inside the house and crept up the stairs to Lisa's bedroom.
Lisa shivered slightly and Jackson whispered in her ear, "No evil memories, Leese."
She looked deep into his icy blue eyes, which had softened, and quickly forgot the nightmare that had kept her awake. Roberts was dead and could torment her no longer. Besides, Jackson was with her.
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