1"You're just like your father."

Jackson kicked the door shut and instantly was at her throat.

"What did you say?" he growled. His eyes flashed.

"You heard me," she whispered. Jackson's temper raged and he squeezed Lisa's neck so hard she collapsed to the floor.

"Yes, I did," he whispered as he picked up her unconscious body and carried her from the bathroom.

"Few too many to drink, I'm afraid," he chuckled to the other passengers as he gently set Lisa in her seat.

Lisa awoke with an incredibly sore throat two hours later. The plane was jolting around as they made their landing.

"Morning, sunshine," Jackson adjusted his suit as the plan rolled to a stop. "Sleep well? Hope so. You'll need your strength."

Lisa didn't answer him, just moved to unbuckle the children.

"So, what, after all this you're going to give me the silent treatment?" Jackson muttered. "Leese, I'm surprised, that's not like you."

Lisa still didn't answer this remark, just took the twins' hands and began to guide them down the aisle. Jackson followed with the bags.

As they entered the terminal, Jackson lost his temper and roughly took hold of her arm. Lisa resisted the strong urge to slap him.

"We don't need the drama," he threatened her by squeezing her arm tightly. Lisa cried out and held her children. They made a sound somewhat like a whimper and Jacob spoke, his voice meek and afraid.

"Daddy, why did you hurt Mommy?" he whispered. Jackson glared at him.

"Let it be a lesson," he said curtly. "I'm in charge, now, not Mommy. You do what I say, or suffer the punishment." The twins nodded tearfully.

"Don't you dare discipline my kids," Lisa snarled at him as he steered her to the car.

"My kids, too, Leese," he shot back.

"The only thing they share with you is genes," she responded, holding them tightly in her other arm.

"Oh, that hurts," he held a hand over his heart in mock pain as they were seated in the Trailblazer. Lisa buckled in the kids and herself.

"I swear to God, Jack, if you touch them-"

"You'll what?" Jackson mocked her, taking off down the highway. "Stab a pen in my throat, a heel in my leg? I'm scared."

"Yeah, but I won," she whispered.

They soon arrived at the beach house where an unfamiliar black Sedan was parked out front. Jackson entered the house without unlocking it and Lisa saw a man sitting at the table.

"Lisa, kids," Jackson said, gesturing to the man. "This is my friend, Dougan. Kids, you're going to stay with him for the next two weeks."

The twins didn't even bother asking why, just huddled against their mother.

"Time to go, Leese," Jackson snarled, seizing her arm. The children still clung to her knees. Dougan rolled his eyes.

"No," she whispered tearfully.

"What was that, Lisa?" Jackson asked her, eyes flashing.

"I'm not leaving them," she said defiantly.

"Lisa, your children will benefit more from your obedience," Jackson snarled, once again roughly grabbing her arm.

Lisa reached out, trying to hold her children, but Jackson was pulling her out the door. They cried out to her and Lisa kicked at Jackson.

"You bastard!" she screamed frantically at him when he shut the door behind him. She punched at his chest, at his head, anywhere. "I hate you, you fucking asshole! Go to hell!"

Her frantic cries didn't diminish as Jackson sighed and pushed her in the backseat of the car. Lisa's screams turned to gasping sobs as he began to drive. By the time they'd left Miami, her sobs had turned to tearfully muttered prayer.

"Holy Mary, Mother of God..." she finally dozed off as the sun set behind them.