Chapter 3
The next day came. Lisa had kept watch over Jackson for the entire night, making sure that he didn't go back on his word. As she had seen him sleep, she kept asking herself why the silent and peaceful creature beside her could be so malicious and bloodthirsty. If she hadn't have known better, she could have said that he was a normal person. Obviously, he wasn't though. He had tried to kill her father, her best clients, and even herself! Why would she have feelings for him? Besides, he was the one that had bought her house; he was now living under her roof, so he would have to live under her rules.
When he had woken up, it was about 6 AM. He didn't have to work that day, so he made a beeline to keep his promise. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his clock. He sat up and slid his legs off the side of the bed. He took a few minutes to gain consciousness. When he had done, he wondered where Lisa was. He finally found her in the kitchen. He stood in the doorway and watched her.
'What are doing?' he asked, seeing that she was trying to pick up an egg.
'What does it look like?' she growled. She was a little frustrated that she could have her 'scrambled eggs at 3 in the morning'.
He looked at her with a smile, shaking his head. He finally walked towards her, showing a bit of compassion. He went behind her and looked over her shoulder. Whenever she went to pick something up, her hand just went straight through it.
'You know, if you can't even make the stuff, how are you going to pick the fork up, or even keep the eggs inside you?' he asked, his cold smile painted on his lips.
She turned around, stomping off right through him and through the door. He watched her leave, feeling a bit of sympathy for her. Poor girl. How was she ever going to get back to normal life? When he followed her, he found that she was standing near a large window. She was watching the world go by, wondering why she couldn't be like them all down there. She missed being normal. He came up behind her again and joined her. From up where they were standing, everyone looked so happy, unlike Lisa. Jackson saw the look on her face.
'Look, I said that I would help you, so try and be happy, okay?' he said.
After that, he went to take a shower, leaving her to go off into her own little world.
When he was ready for the day, he and she decided that the best place to start was in the town, finding her friends and asking them what had happened. Jackson remembered Cynthia, unlike Lisa. She seemed to have amnesia. So they made their way to the Lux Atlantic hotel. When they got there, they made their way to the front desk.
'Hi, I'm looking for Cynthia Mayes. Do you know if she's about?' Jackson asked the woman at the desk.
'I'm sorry. She's away on business'
'Do you know when she'll be back?' he asked.
'Yes, later this week. I'll tell her that you asked for her'
'Thanks' he said, giving her his details.
Jackson and Lisa walked out.
'Well, that was weird…' she said, when they had come out of the doors.
'How is it?' he asked.
'Well, she's just a secretary. Secretaries never go away on business. Or, at least she never does…'
After they had visited every friend of hers that Jackson knew, they decided to go home. They had got no further than knowing that Cynthia would be back in the week. They sat down and relaxed for a moment. Neither spoke to the other. They only looked at each other having their eyes closed. They didn't find anything else out for the continuation of that week.