Endings
What happened after Jackson was shot? A one shot.
Author's Note: I don't own any of this. Please R&R.
P.S: I could not remember some of the exact dialogue and scenes so I did the best I could with what I did remember.
Lisa let out a long sigh of relief. She released her father's comforting hand and took a step towards Jackson. It was really over.
Jackson stared up at her with his cold blue eyes, his expression unreadable. He took several raspy breaths and opened his mouth to speak.
In a moment of pity, Lisa cut him off by speaking in a soothing voice. "An ambulance will be here soon to help you."
The wail of the siren was right outside of the house now. She heard voices and running footsteps.
Police officers flooded the house, quickly taking things under control. The paramedics came and loaded Jackson onto a stretcher.
Lisa could not tear her eyes away from Jackson's icy gaze. Adrenaline was still surging through her along with feelings of terror and something that she was too afraid to admit to herself or anyone else. She held his gaze as the paramedics loaded him into the ambulance.
The doors to the ambulance shut causing her to lose sight of him. Two police cars followed behind as the ambulance sped down the road towards the nearest hospital.
A hand touched her shoulder. Lisa flinched and looked up to see her father by her side. She knew he was about to ask her, 'Are you okay?' before he began to speak
Lisa gave him a half-hearted smile and said, "Don't ask."
He gave her a knowing smile. "The police want you to give a statement before you go to the hotel. Apparently, even the F.B.I has been looking for this man quite some time."
Lisa nodded. He led her back inside where she recounted every painstaking detail of her ordeal. Her father sat beside her the entire time with a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Lisa finished giving her statement and was given permission to leave. She gave her father a long hug, promising him that she was fine. Cynthia was probably wondering where she was by now.
She borrowed her father's Jeep Cherokee and drove to the hotel.
Cynthia stood inside with a stunned look on her face. Her eyes flickered as they spotted Lisa.
Lisa gave Cynthia a warm hug. "Cynthia, you did such a good job."
"Ladies," a voice interrupted. Lisa and Cynthia both turned to see Mr. Keef alive and well. He looked to Lisa. "Let's talk." The Secret Service ushered him away.
A nasally voice shouted. "Lisa!" Lisa looked back to see Mr. and Mrs. Taylor both glaring in her direction.
Mrs. Taylor immediately began shouting. "There you are! This was the worst stay ever! I woke up with plaster falling down on me!" She took a deep breath and continued. "I could get asthma!"
Lisa took a long breath and forced a polite smile. "I am sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Taylor. Is there anything that I can do?"
Mrs. Taylor barely let her finish asking before yelling again. "Yes! You can start by firing her!"
She shot an icy glare towards Cynthia. Lisa shot Cynthia a sympathetic glanced and turned back to the Mr. and Mrs. Taylor. "Okay, here's what you can do. You can fill out a comment card."
Anger flashed across Mrs. Taylor's face. "A comment card!"
Lisa continued. "Yes, and when you're finished you can shove them up your asses."
"Yeah!" Cynthia exclaimed. Lisa hooked her arm through Cynthia's and led her away.
"You are my hero!" Cynthia exclaimed.
"Let's see if the bar is open."
"How about champagne?"
Lisa chuckled. "Anything but a bay breeze."
