Last Call for Sin Chapter 2: The Crash, a red eye fanfic

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"What was that about?"

"I have no idea. Oh there it is. Thank you Irene."

"You want me to go in with you?"

"Oh. You know what? Sure."

"Okay. Let me park."

Okay. Now he could be worried. Was she drunk? What the hell is she thinking? He should have foreseen this. He should have taken a bus. Now, he is trapped here and the only one with a car is gonna want something in return. Where's the vodka? He knew it was gonna be a long day, and he knew he wanted to be perfectly drunk for the first half.

He walked into the room, and went straight for the bed. He lied down, and closed his brilliant blue eyes. He decided that maybe she was here just to take him home. But then why did she come inside? He thought It's raining. He argued. She would have stayed in her car. This mental argument was not going to have a positive outcome so he stopped. Just then she walked in.

"Jack?"

"Yes Irene"

"How did we get here?"

"You promised to take me home. You thought I was too drunk to drive."

"You know what Jack?"

"What Irene?"

"I could use a drink. You?"

"Irene where do I work?"

"You worked-- "

And then she fell.

"Irene? Irene!"

Wow. This has turned out to be quite a day, huh Jack? Jackson picked up Irene and put her down on the bed. She really didn't look that bad. She was nice. He didn't know why he was so hesitant earlier. He'd make it up to her.

Lisa got back home early-ish. Joe was still asleep on the couch. she quietly closed the door and crept through the room. Then she felt her foot hit something hard. It hurt so badly. She wanted to scream aloud, fall on the floor, and cry. However the crashing of the flower pot made her jump and stop moving. It was so dark. She couldn't see a thing.

"Hello, Leese."

This made her turn around.

Oh, crap. "Hello Dad. Sorry I woke you up. I can't see a thing in here."

Joe handed her a flashlight.

"Thank you."

"Where'd you go?"

"The bar."

She could see his face suddenly darken.

"This late? I wouldn't think that they would be open this late."

"I found one that was."

"And then they let you drive home?"

"Yeah."

"Anything else you want to tell me?"

She fought the urge to tell Joe about the man in the bar.

"Um…" She paused. "No."

"You sure?"

She hated it hen he gave her that stare.

"Yes, Dad."

"Okay then. The sun'll be up soon. So you'd better get as much rest as you can."

"Okay Dad."

As she walked up the stairs, Joe gave her that look one more time. She could feel his stare peering into her soul. She didn't dare look at him. Instead, she quickened her pace as she ascended up the stairs. She just wanted to get rid of all of these memories. What are the odds of someone having to endure what she has? No doubt, she was very strong, but all she needed was just that small push to send her careening over the edge. She was glad being here with her dad, Cynthia, and the few nice people. Maybe that guy in the bar, was just a guy in a bar. He seemed nice, going through a hard time. Maybe she would call him later in the morning. She didn't know.

As she entered her room, she quickly changed, and got into her bed. Tomorrow will be a better day. She thought as she fell asleep.

Irene woke up on the bed next to Jackson. She suddenly started crying. Why are women so completely unreasonable and emotional? They always start crying. They think it's cute. It's not. It doesn't make any sense whatsoever. It puts us in an awkward situation. He looked away and rolled his eyes as she put her head to his shoulder. He then wrapped his arms around her.

"What's the matter, Irene?"

"Jack, my father died a year ago and my mother is gravely ill. If she goes… If she goes, I have no one else," she said in between sobs.

Well, what do you want me to do about it?

"Shush, shush. How old is your mother?"

"62"

"What does she have?"

"She smoked. Lung cancer."

"It's okay," he repeated as he started to rock her back and forth.

"Jack?"

"Yes, Irene?"

"What happened?"

"You fainted."

"I did? All I remember is blacking out, then waking up on this bed. Where are we?"

"Still at the motel."

"Oh. What time is it?"

"It is 5:36 am. The sun hasn't come up yet."

"What time do you have to get to work?"

"Um. I'm unemployed remember?"

"I'm sorry."

"I do need to get my car however."

"Oh my god! Of course!"

"No it's okay. What time do you need to be at work?"

"Not 'til 8pm. I should really get your car."

"You're not driving."

"Just let me get up."

"Have you had anything to eat?"

"Not since, um, Breakfast. About 6am yesterday."

"I will take your car to the store and I will make you breakfast. Now, to find an oven."

Irene laughed.

"I'll take you to my place. Then you can make me breakfast."

"How do eggs sound?"

"Eggs sound great."

"Okay then. Let's go."

So, he was going to hang out with this lady he knew until it was his time to leave. When he got his next orders to deal with Lisa, he'd simply leave. That was reasonable enough.

They both got into the car. As they got to the stoplight, they slowed down. They were at a complete stop and they waited. When the light changed, they crossed the street. Just then a car came down the crossing street at a tremendous speed. It impacted the car on the passenger side. The airbags deployed. His first thought was,

"Irene!"

She sat with her head buried in the air bag. Her body was a bloody mess. The passenger side of the car was completely destroyed.

"Oh, Irene! Please get up."

"I'm okay, Jack" she panted as she slowly opened her eyes.

She turned her face toward him. The window shattering cut her face. But the thing that caught Jackson's eye was a piece of aluminum protruding from her stomach.

"Irene! Irene!"

Now he was shaking her.

"Irene!"

No answer.

"Irene! Stay with me!"

Still, nothing. Jackson looked at the car that hit them. He saw the driver quickly got out and took her child out of the back seat. He also realized that the cars could explode and that he and Irene should get out of the car. He opened his door, unbuckled both seat belts, and proceeded to take Irene's limp body out of the car. Her stomach was bleeding badly, so he tried to put as much pressure on the wound as he could, all the while trying to get her out of the car.

"Come on Irene. Say something Irene."

Now several people had called for an ambulance and police. Jackson had finally managed to get Irene out of the car, and onto the pavement a few meters away.

"Come on Irene! Wake up! Somebody help me!" he shouted.

A few witnesses stood by and watched this man trying to resuscitate this dead woman.

"Sir, Sir! You need to step away from the woman." The paramedic said.

"Irene!"

"Sir!" the paramedic repeated, prying Jackson away from Irene.

"Sir, come over here please. We need you to come over here. We need to check you. Sir?"

"Yes, yes. You need to check me,"

All of a sudden he felt really calm

"Sir, over here please"

"Oh, of course. Irene will be fine?"

The paramedic paused.

"Yes. Please sir. Sit down."

"Um--. We were going to the grocery store. It's just down the street"

The paramedic checked Jackson.

"You seem to be fine. If you feel dizzy or lightheaded go to your doctor, and call this number."

"Yes. Will Irene be alright?"

"It's too early to tell. You may go, sir"

"Thank you."

Jackson stood up, walked a few paces and crumpled onto the cement.

"Sir? Sir!"

This one may be a bit choppier than the other. All comments are welcome!