I awoke to the sound of Jack's voice. I opened my
eyes and saw him looking down at me.
" How do you
feel?" he asked truely and utterly concerned. I shook my head
slowly-
" I hurt." My eyes never strayed from his
eyes- I kept staring. Tears formed in my eyes, my baby was gone!
Died! Because of somebody that had obviously tried to kill me! Jack
sat down beside me and had a serious look on his face.
"
Think please- do you know who did this to you? Did you see any part
of him- hear his voice?" His voice was pleading with me to give
him something to work with. I thought back- but couldn't remember
anything significant. All I knew was it was someone that knew how to
hurt someone very badly. With a good punch... Eathan! I gasped, "
What! What's wrong?"
" Eathan!" I pratically
shouted.
" That son of a bitch." Jack muttered. I
tried to sit up- but a shooting pain ran up my stomach- back- and
head. I groaned with pain and laid myself gently back down. "
I'm sorry." he whispered. I looked up at him startled.
"
Why?"
" That fight- I saw you and Sawyer making
out. I freaked out. I feel responsible for what happened to you. If
you hadn't stalked away mad- he wouldn't have got to you." He
bowed his head. I reached out and touched his cheek.
"
I agree, not about the responsiable part but about over reacting.
You're right I was making out with him. He came onto me though. I
know how hard that is to watch..." My hand fell from his face as
a flash back of the horriable memory came rushing back. Jack shook
his head,
" I guess at this moment it doesn't matter."
And he was right of course. We had much more pressing issues like who
tried to kill me, and if it was Eathen how do we find him? This whole
damn air plane crash on some mysterious island sounds like some dumb
tv show. But this was real- someone was after me, and I didn't even
know it. But one reason I keep asking myself is... why me? Out of
everyone else what was so importnant that he kill me? I bet it's some
weird phyco issue he has. " Want some pain killers?" Jack
asked. I nodded- some of those bad boys would be good right now. I
watched him bend over and rummage through the bag. I saw his muscles
flex beneath his shirt, and the sexy way his muscles looked when he
was using them and... " Kate?" he called me back to
reality.
" Ya? Oh." He helped me lift up my head
to down the pill. My head was swimming and it hurt like hell. My
stomach felt like someone had shot me a hundred times, my hip felt
like some was burning me. And all the bruises were almost no pain
compared to all the others. I laid back down and sighed. This is as
bad as it got for me at least. " Jack." I whispered.
"
Yeah?"
" I'm sorry." With that I closed my
eyes and fell asleep.
It had been
only 5 days after my injuries and Ethan had managed to show up 3
times. Jack gave me a gun to keep next to me incase he showed up in
the infirmerary. It was a little weird seeing Jack hand me a gun
right in front of my face- I thought he'd never trust me with one
again.
That night it was dark and I was a lone. Usually
Jack's with me- but he was going around making his nightly rounds to
check on people. I heard someone walk into the caves, " Jack!"
I called out. " Jack is that you!" But the only thing I
could here were foot steps coming closer and closer.
"
Sorry doll it's me." Came a voice in the darkness. Then I
realized who it was. Ethan! I grabbed for the gun but I could reach
it. My head started to spin, and a knot of anxiety was forming in the
pit of my stomach. " You know, your not the easiet person to
kill." He drawled. Stay cool. I kept remiding myself. But I was
at a total disadvantage. I was hurt, my side was wrapped up in gaz,
and every part of my body hurt like hell.
" Really?"
my voice was shaking and I hoped he didn't hear it.
"
Yea." I kept reaching, searching for my gun- I could feel
alittle part of it- I just couldn't get at it though! When he finally
came into the light part of the cave I saw how horriable he looked.
The left side of his face was scraped up- and bloody, as if someone
had just hit him. I looked lower and saw a 9 mil. in his tight grasp.
My breath hitched in my throat.
I'm
dead.
