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Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. I was kinda stuck…Hope you like it!
This world brings me down, again.
I know that I need you
To help me make it through at night.
And I know that you're the one
For me.
Kate lay on the cot staring up at the cracked cement ceiling. Rusty metal springs poked her back and she found it hard to fall asleep.
After three months in this place, you'd think that she'd have gotten used to it by now.
But the rusty springs weren't the only reason why sleep eluded her.
Whenever she closed her eyes, she saw Jack.
Of all the images of him her brain could remember, it had to remember this one.
The image of Jack the last time she had seen him.
He had a look of total helplessness on his face, his arm outstretched, trying in vain to pull her back to him.
And his eyes. His hazel eyes.
That's what was most vivid in her mind, his eyes.
They were so deep. They were endless pools she had constantly found herself getting lost in every time she looked at him, or when he looked at her. And they reflected so many emotions.
She had never seen so many emotions swirl in his eyes before that day at the hotel.
Fear.
Longing.
Desperation.
Confusion.
Love.
So many feelings expressed in such a small amount of time.
If she never saw Jack again, she would never know the depth of each emotion. What had he been afraid of? What did he long for? What had confused him? And the question that would not leave her alone, Did he really love her?
Kate liked to think he did, that one day he'd show up and get her out of this place. They'd get in his car and just drive.
To where? It didn't matter to her, as long as she had Jack.
Of course, he hadn't told her that he'd come and get her. And if he'd called or gone to the address she'd written, he would have found that she was not there.
Would it matter to him? Would he continue looking for her? Had he even been looking for her in the first place?
Every night her mind was plagued with all these questions. Questions she wanted, needed, answered.
Kate sighed and rolled on to her side. The bed creaked loudly beneath her. She looked at the wall.
Her first night here she had begun etching tallies into the stone wall for every day she had been in prison. Last time she checked, she was somewhere near 90.
Her eyes drifted downward to her more important tally.
This one had many more marks than her "Days Spent In a Living Hell" count.
It was her "Days Without Him" count.
She was at 158.
158 days without his smile, without his laugh, without his touch.
She didn't know how she had made it through 158 days; she had barely made it past Day 1.
Closing her eyes, she drifted off into a fitful sleep where she was haunted by the memory of that day.
The day they had taken her from Jack…
Well folks, hoped you liked that. I sense a Kate flashback coming up… Please review! And thanks to my first four reviewers:
ilovecherries123: I'm glad you like my story! Yours was THE FIRST review, and it made me feel good about the story! I'll try to update more! And I like your idea for more stories along this same line…
standardblack: First off, I have to say I absolutely LOVE your name! That is one of my favorite J/K moments of all time! And who doesn't like Jack/Kate? I can't say if Jack will call Kate, but he will call someone. Someone who can hopefully help him find her!
rain1657: Glad I could help you get a nice Jack/Kate visual. I never knew I was that good at descriptions! And you were right about the Joey's Pizza thing being related to ALIAS (love that show). All I can say is Kate isn't a secrets agent, but this gave me an idea of someone else in the story that will be…
blah-bloody-blah: I'm glad you heart my story! I heart your review! Sorry it's taken so long for me to update, I was having a bit of writer's block! But have no fear! The block is gone!