Chapter 8
Neither spoke to the other for the entire car journey home. He was pissed off, running about for her. She didn't deserve his help. She was pissed off because she wanted to be back in her body. And why was he the only one that could see her? She wondered if she was just in Hell, having her punishment being taken care of. Besides, if he didn't return her feelings, why should she show them to him? All the time, they continued to stab each other in the back silently.
He pulled up to their apartment. He sat there for a few moments, just to take in everything that had happened. At times like this, you don't get every little detail the first time around. She shot her head back to the headrest. Crossed arms, she looked out of her window and set off her volcano of hate. Well, it was like a volcano, because it certainly wasn't a bomb. An annoyed expression found its way to her face. She watched a couple walk past the car park. This just upset her even further (something that she didn't think was possible). Why couldn't life be simple for her? Opening his eyes, Jack looked at her. He liked an argument, so he decided to take it further;
'Well, aren't you getting out of the car?' he sneered, knowing full well that she couldn't do it herself.
She turned to him, saying the first thing that came to mind;
'Fuck you…'
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When they go in, the first thing that Lisa did was storm off to the roof. Jackson just sat down on the sofa and kicked back for a while. Unfortunately, this 'while' was cut short to only a few minutes. He felt like he should say sorry, but at the same time, didn't want to. The frustration of what he should do was just too much, so he went to see Lisa (if anything, apologise or taunt her some more). He found her standing like she was some sort of goddess; proud, tall and on the edge. He approached her slowly, and she seemed like she didn't know that she was there. He crept up on her…slowly… until he was right behind her. He grabbed her shoulders to make her jump and she screamed. She was so startled that she jumped and fell right out of his arms! He watched her fall down, down and down, until she was out of sight. She couldn't have…, could she? What she did was something that Jackson just couldn't bring himself to even think about.
He took a moment to regain himself. When he had come to, he ran straight down and out of the front door. When he looked around, she was gone. How could a woman, who had just fallen twelve stories down, just suddenly vanish? A fall like that would have made it impossible for her to get up and leave, and there hadn't been enough time for an ambulance to just come and take her to the hospital. Where was she?
He walked back into the building, took the elevator, and back into the apartment. Where was she? He kept asking himself this same question over and over again. It made his head hurt more than the make up/ break up question that he had been debating over with. He sat down again. When it was time for him to go to bed, he couldn't sleep. The amount of horrific endings that could have happened to her just came shooting his head over and over again. This was worse than work…
Just a short and sweet addition to the story. Sorry I haven't written in some time. I've been working on other things (like the Jack the Ripper fic, or the Doctor Who stuff). Anyways, bear with me and I promise; I will finish this. It's my baby…