Lisa looked out the window at the unfamiliar fields and farmhouses, Where are we? Lisa was turned completely facing the window so she would not have to look at Jackson's face. She silently stared and felt her, until now, hidden trembling overtake her; her hands started jerking and she clutched at her tweed business skirt to control it and she felt the forbidden tickle of a hot tear running down her cheek. No! Not here, not now. She quickly wiped her tear away.
Lisa suddenly remembered something; she had taken her cell phone out of her briefcase earlier in the day and put it in her pocket. She hopefully put her hand on her breast pocket. The next feeling she felt was like someone had put a funnel in her and drained out every bit of hope out of her. She let out a soft shuddering cry, she felt Jackson's eyes look at her but even though it made her look weak, she didn't allow herself to return his gaze.
She searched the car for something to make her look busy, because Jackson's eyes were still looking. She couldn't help feeling so naked beneath his probing eyes. Finally he returned his gaze to the road, and Lisa looked up at him through the mirror.
She spotted the tip of her cell phone sticking out of his blue jean pocket and next to it was her ivory pen a client gave to her. Well at least he knows and still remembers what incapable of. She looked up at the medicinal white strip of gauze wrapped around his neck. She felt herself smirk, too bad he did take that pen, she thought with hatred.
She went to look back out the windows but her eyes didn't move she kept staring at this Jackson Rippner. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was resting comfortably on his stomach, the fingers were mindlessly fiddling with the black T-shirt he was wearing. His left foot was bent up slightly as it rested on the crevice between the door and the car floor.
His strickingly blue eyes were dully looking out the winsheild, and she continued to stare. Jackson's eyes rooled over and met hers in the mirror and he raised his eye brows. Lisa quickly looked away, "So where are you taking me, we must be out of the state by now."
He chuckled, "Lisa we've been in the car for 12 minutes," she felt her face redden, twelve minutes, she thought in disbelief. It had fet like hours. I need to get out of here. Lisa looked franticly at the dashboard in front of Jackson, and was relived when she saw it read "3 mile to empty." Thank god.
As if he read her mind, Jackson pulled into a old run-down gas station, "Quick stop," he said smoothly, he got out of the car, walked around, and pulled Lisa out of the car. He put the gas pump in the car and walked in side, as he opened the door of the store his hand slipped from her arm down into her hand, Lisa looked at him, he returned her stare with, "Come one honey," he smiled devilishly and dragged her inside.
"Hi!" said a cheery voice from behind the counter.
"Hello, pump number two please." Jackson said handing the woman some cash.
"Allrighty."
"I have to go to the bathroom," muttered Lisa.
"Later," Jackson said.
"No, I have to go to the bathroom."
Jackson squeezed Lisa hand so hard the almost cried out. He looked at the worried lady and smiled lovingly, "Be right back."
They walked back to the cruddy bathroom and after Jackson looked in it to make sure it was secure he shoved Lisa inside.
He stood outside the door and waited, with a heavy sigh he leaned against the door and watched a man with a stack of papers walk in.
"Hey Marge."
"Hiya Lenny."
"Some criminal has escaped from Milton Hospital and the big guy says we have to put these posters up on all of the doors." Jackson froze. He watched the man set them on the ground, he turned and knocked on the door, "Come on, sweetheart." He said with an extra sarcastic twinge on the word sweetheart. He nervously looked over as the man pulled out a paper from the stack. Lisa walked out. The man handed the paper to the woman as Jackson and Lisa walked by.
"Your change sir."
"Keep it." Jackson muttered with his head down.
"Hey," yelled the man, "That's the guy!."
"What?" cried the woman, but Jackson was already at the door, the man ran after him, but Jackson slammed the door in his face and he bounced back on to the fllor with a bloody shriek.
"Help Meeee!" Lisa screamed and wrenched away from Jackson back to the door, "Please HELPP!"
She continued to scream as Jackson pulled her away, she fought with him, but it was useless he was pulling her to the car with incredible speed and they were already in it and driving away by the tim the man had even gotten off the floor.
While they were pulling out of the lot they heard som gunshots fired by the woman behind the counter, but Jackson and Lisa were long gone.
As they continued driving it was silent except for Lisa muffled sobs.