Sometimes…
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Chapter Ten
Amy was exhausted when she returned to the empty hospital room that she shared with Jackson Rippner. The nurse had given her new scrubs, which were blue this time around. She had taken a shower and somehow managed to avoid looking at her scar. It disgusted her and she preferred to forget about it. She tried to relax in the hot water and willed a memory, any memory, to return to her.
Finally, when she was ready to give up and leave the nice, warm water, a memory returned. But this memory, like the one before it, was unpleasant.
She was hiding in a pale green bathroom. There was some loud noises come from the other side of the locked white door. She could feel fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins as she looked around the small room. She slipped out of the bathroom through another door and hurried into a bedroom with a decidedly pink spread.
This was her childhood room. Her turf and this was were the fight for her very life was taking place. She grabbed a nearly forgotten black and yellow field hockey stick from the back of her closet; the fiberglass heavy and reassuring in her tight grip. She was ready to fight whoever was in her house and she was prepared to win.
The memory ended suddenly and Amy was left breathless and with her heart racing. Someone had been stalking her and trying to kill her. Was that part of the reason for her memory loss? Had she nearly been murdered?
Amy dressed quickly and padded softly into the room. Jackson was still gone and she was all alone and vulnerable. She yawned and looked between the two beds, realizing how exhausted she was. She climbed into Jackson's, relieved that his scent still lingered around it, relaxing her and promising her that she was safe. She allowed her green eyes to close in slumber.
She awoke a few hours later to find Jackson standing beside her, stroking her hair, untangling the tight curls with his slim fingers.
"Hey," she whispered in greeting.
"Did you have a nice nap?" he asked, curiosity showing in his crystal blue eyes as well a hint of happiness.
"Yeah. I really needed it."
"Any more memories come back while I was gone?" he wanted to know.
"Just one—I'm in a green bathroom and someone's trying to break down the door. I slip out of the room and into my childhood bedroom. I find a field hockey stick in the closet. I feel scared—I know I'm fighting for my life—and determined…" her face fell and her grew softer with every word. Jackson looked worried.
"Amy, no one's gonna hurt you again. I'm here now," Jackson whispered, bending down to kiss her forehead.
The kiss was light and warm and Amy's heart jumped in joy. Jackson had finally kissed her. It was not on the lips, but a kiss was a kiss.
Amy smiled and Jackson looked somewhat embarrassed. "Thanks," she whispered.
"For?" he looked confused yet his voice had a teasing tone at same time.
"Caring. You could have pretended not to know me and tried to move on…"
"No, I couldn't do that Amy. I…I still love you. I'm not letting you get away ever again."
Amy's jaw dropped at his declaration. She was pleased—she was sure that she loved him too, but it was still unexpected. He was after all very attractive and could have moved on. Yet he had not. All these years he had spent waiting for her to wander back into his life.
"Jackson…I love you too…"
A cocky grin came across his face. A hand reached out to hers and he slipped something cool into it. Amy looked down and gasped. Jackson grinned and bent down on one knee.
"Amy Adams, will you marry me—actually marry me this time?" Jackson asked, his eyes boring into hers, trying to gauge her reaction. Had his proposal come too soon?
"Yes…" she stammered breathlessly as Jackson slipped the simple diamond ring on left-handed ring finger. "Yes, I'll marry you."
A wide smile crossed Jackson's face as once he stood up, Amy flung herself at him, hugging him tightly.
Jackson Rippner was pleased. She was willingly his. She had consented of her own free will. Lisa Reisert had given in to him and his charms.
He could tell how happy she was and he could not resist the pull any longer. He kissed her on the lips forcefully, and with what she would see as passion. He told himself that it was nothing more than lust. He had longed to kiss her since shortly after revealing himself. Just to prove that he could.
Much to his uncontainable joy and pride, Amy kissed him back.
Author's Notes:
Sorry that I was a little slow updating today. Next chapter should be up tomorrow! Enjoy!
