Ok – Thanx 4 all the reviews Guys – hope you like the next chapter.
Another hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her.
"Did you think I'd just leave you here Lise? Did you think that I'd run off without staying to see if you were ok? Or were you hoping I would, so you could call up that cop friend of yours, and cry into his arms and tell him how scary it was. And then when you were done crying into Cop Friend's arms, you'd send them all out looking for me?" Jackson's voice sent shivers down her spine, as Lisa struggled desperately to release the grip he had on her. This only made him laugh and tighten his grip on her arm, causing her to wince in pain.
He took his hand away from her mouth. "Don't you have anything you want to say to me, Lise? 'How have you been Jackson?' Or how about 'Is your throat any better?'. Come one Lise, I know you were worried about me"
"Just let me go Jack" she pleaded, using the childhood nickname he hated so much.
"I can't do that Lisa. We have unfinished business to deal with first" he whispered into her ear, before releasing his grip on her. Instead of running, however, she slowly turned to face him. "Unfinished business?" Lisa asked, sounding tired and confused. "What unfinished business would that be?"
"Unfinished business…with Keefe. Did you think that we'd leave it at your ruining out plans and putting me in hospital? Use your brains Lisa, I know there are some in there" He spat out these words, his eyes searing right through her.
"Which of my parents are you threatening to kill this time?" Lisa's voice cracked as she remembered how close her father had been to being brutally murdered.
"Oh no, Lise. Mommy and Daddy are safe this time. Keep guessing"
"Is it Michael?" Michael, her 'Cop Friend' as Jackson called him, was a member of the Miami Police Department. He had become her rock over the past two months. He'd held her when she'd cried, had had abuse screamed at him when he'd broken the news to her that his superiors weren't interested in finding Jackson. He'd listened when she had needed to talk. He'd become her best friend.
"No, it's not Michael. While that would be tempting, it'd make things to difficult. Threatening to kill a member of Miami PD is too risky. Keep using those little grey cells, Lise"
Jackson paced up and down while Lisa racked her brains to come up with an answer. Jackson was getting impatient. Time was ticking.
"I can't think if anyone else Jackson. Just tell me" He walked over to the door, closed it and locked it, before turning back to face Lisa.
"Before I tell you Lise, we're going to have a little…fun" As he said these last words, he saw the horror in her eyes as she arrived at the only possible meaning of those words. "Wh…what do you mean…fun?" she asked, silent tears tracking their way down her face, as that horrible event two years previously sprung into her mind.
Ok – there's chapter 2. Its pants I know – please don't be too harsh in your reviews.