Sometimes…

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Chapter Seven

A scant few minutes later, a frazzled Jackson limped full speed into the hospital room. He froze as his gaze fell on her, still huddled in a ball and tears flowing down her cheeks. She looked up as she heard the distinct rasping sound that belonged to his throat. Amy raced from the bed and to his side, throwing her arms around him and her tears soaking his scrub top.

Jackson was unsure of what to do at first and stiffly wrapped his arms around her. Once he felt more comfortable, he started to slowly rub her back and tried to calm her with his voice. He said nonsensical phrases that he had picked up from bad romantic movies on cable TV. The words seemed to do the trick and the sobs became less frequent.

"I'm…sorry…" she choked out.

"About what?" Jackson inquired.

"Leaving…I never should have left!"

"Hey, hey," he soothed, sensing an emotional breakdown coming. "That was in the past. It's okay now. You're back. It's okay."

"No, no it's not. He hurt me, Jackson, he hurt me…" more tears were streaking down her pale face, staining it.

"Who hurt you Amy? Who?" he managed to force out, as his heart stopped. Did she know? Could she possible have remembered him?

"It was in a parking lot…he raped me!" Amy cried, breaking down in his arms, clinging to him tightly. Jackson tried to support her weight and his and keep them both standing.

"Amy…I had no idea," he lied and guided her towards his bed, which was the closest. He sat down and helped her up.

"I could see it all, Jackson… It was like it was happening all over again."

Amy curled against him and he wrapped his arms around her as comforting as he could think they would be. It was a strange experience for him, having his former captive come crying to him and then clinging to him. He had always avoided crying women, yet it was somehow different this time. He felt honestly bad for her and wanted to help her rather than say something particularly nasty or run the other way.

Jackson had never been so confused in his whole life. He was supposed to be enjoying this torture, not wanting to end it.

"He left a scar—the knife slipped," Amy continued, grabbing his hand and placing it on the scar. Jackson could not help but stare at the ugly mark that marred her perfect body.

Anger welled up inside him. Fury directed at the man who had marked her as his when she belonged to Jackson. No one could touch her. She was his property.

"I swear, I'll never let anyone hurt you again," he whispered in her ear.

"Jackson, stay, stay with me," Amy whimpered.

"I won't leave you," he promised, smoothing her curly hair as she relaxed against him, her frail body wracked only by the occasional sob. Her eyelids drooped and she fell into a fitful sleep.

Things were working out better than to plan…except for her father. Joe Reisert could not seem to leave well enough alone. The older man had insisted upon seeing him and accused him outright of murdering Lisa. He told Jackson all about the bombing that had occurred that afternoon and led him to his prize.

Everyone believed that Lisa Reisert was dead, not curled up in bed with him. He smirked widely, and pulled a blanket over his sleeping victim. Amy mumbled and snuggled in closer to him, her fingers entwined in his shirt. She was so close to him, closer than she had ever been—even in the bathroom.

It would only be too easy now. Amy was addicted to him and she was not likely to question him. But she was regaining memories…which meant he had to work fast. She was not going to get away from him again. He would have his revenge and his fun.

Author's Notes:

Kind of a short chapter, but oh well! Jackson's torn now with his feelings. Part of him loves her, part of him wants to hurt her. Thanks again for the reviews! Enjoy!