On Your Mind
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Chapter One
I fixed myself only so that he could break me again… will it ever end? Will he ever leave me alone?
Lisa Reisert was still stunned by the horrible events that had occurred in her life courtesy of one Jackson Rippner. His sole purpose in life seemed to be to destroy hers.
He's doing a mighty fine job of it. Self-righteous bastard…
The birth of her child, even if she had been conceived because of Jackson's decision to rape her, should have been a joyous occasion. Instead, it had only filled her with sorrow. She had not even been allowed a chance to see her brand-new daughter or to hold her. She still had yet to name her daughter as well.
It was all Jackson's fault. He had been there–-in her room–-when she gave birth. He had been 'helping' the doctor. He had snatched her baby away from her. She had begged to see her child and he had cruelly threatened the infant's life. He was using their daughter to control her.
He'll never control me. I'll get my daughter back. I'll win this time.
"Miss Reisert?" a kindly doctor called, entering her hospital room. "I'm sorry, but your daughter, she didn't make it. Her heart failed shortly after birth. She's gone."
Tears filled Lisa's saddened green eyes. "Dead? Are you sure?" she asked quietly.
"Yes. I'm sorry."
"He did it then? He killed my baby!" Lisa sobbed, distraught by the news. How could you, Jackson
"Miss Reisert, what are you talking about?"
"He said he would do it. He threatened to kill her. He took her away," she babbled, her voice and words becoming incoherent.
"No one killed your baby. She died of heart failure. There was nothing we could do. No one killed her," the doctor said softly.
"He killed her! He killed his own daughter! He did it! He did it!"
"Miss Reisert, please calm down."
"Calm down? Calm down? I can't calm down! It's bad enough that he raped me, but he had to kill her! He killed her! He killed my baby!"
What kind of heartless bastard kills an innocent baby? Who can kill their own child?
"Miss Reisert, relax," the doctor was urging her; her calming words falling on deaf ears.
Lisa sobbed openly and her frail body shook. Her heart was breaking open once more. What more could he possibly do to me? How could he hurt me in any more ways than he already has?
A hypodermic needle was injected into her IV without her noticing, and her eyelids suddenly began to droop. No, I have to stay awake…
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"Frankly, I'm more worried about her harming herself than anyone else," a women's voice was saying.
"Understandable," agreed the man.
"She just lost her child. She's been screaming that 'he' killed her baby. She has yet to name any names, but it was enough for me to call you in."
"I thank you for that. I only wish to help Miss Reisert."
"No, thank you," replied the grateful woman.
Where am I? Lisa wondered as light flooded her vision.
"Ah, you're awake. Good."
"Who are you?" she asked quietly, glancing at the stranger warily. Jackson had made her cagey when it came to men.
"Miss Reisert, my name is Philippe Carter. I'm a psychiatrist. I'm here to help you cope with the loss of your baby—"
"I don't need your help! You work for him, don't you? Don't you!"
"Who?"
" Jackson," she whispered softly, her anger dissipating as quickly as it had appeared.
"I don't know any Jacksons."
Could I possibly safe here? Is he finally going to leave me alone now that he has destroyed everything once again?
"Where's my daughter? Where's my baby?"
"Miss Reisert, your baby didn't make it. She died of heart failure shortly after birth," the psychiatrist explained patiently.
"No, no…"
Why Jackson? Why did you do this to me?
"I'm sorry."
"No, you're not," Lisa protested, shaking her head. "You don't know the hell that I went through. You can't be sorry. Only he can be sorry and he's not."
"Why don't you tell me about it?" he questioned.
Lisa turned her razor-sharp gaze on the tall man as he settled into a chair beside her bed. He actually seemed interested in what she had to say. Sincerity showed upon his face. He does seem to care… What could it hurt?
"It all began over a year ago," she started with a loud sigh. "I met him in the Dallas Airport – Flight 1019 – and we chatted on the plane. He seemed nice enough, but his true colors showed once we were in the air. He had ordered my grandmother's death in order to get me in his clutches.
"He wanted—no, needed—me to make a phone call. He was arranging an assassination at the hotel where I worked. I refused and he threatened to kill my father and me. I gave in to his demands. He nearly strangled me in the bathroom.
"To retaliate, I stabbed him in the windpipe with a pen. I called my hotel and then raced to my father's house. He followed me and there was a fight. He ended up in the hospital for a long time.
"I thought I was safe. But I wasn't."
"Did he come after you again?" Philippe asked.
"Yes. He was going to kill me this time. He shattered my kneecaps with a hammer so that I couldn't run. He was going to murder me in my house and make it look like an accident. He even went as far as ra-raping me…" Lisa's voice trailed off into a whisper.
"Is the man that hurt you dead?"
"I thought he was, but I saw him today. He was here. He took my baby from me."
"What was his name?"
"Jackson… Jackson Rippner."
Author's Notes:
It only took me a week to write this chapter! I kept starting and stopping, but finally it's up. The next chapter will be from Jackson's POV because I decided to switch on-and-off. Enjoy and hopefully the next chapter will be up quickly. I should get back to working on my paper for psych class. Thanks for reading!