Bad Things Happen

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Chapter Seven

Jackson drove in silence for about twenty minutes, taking them far away from downtown and the office building that they had just been attacked in. He pulled the silver car into a driveway on a quiet, deserted street. He parked the car and alighted. He walked over to the passenger side, where Lisa sat turned to face the window. He opened the door.

"I should have let him kill you," hissed Lisa as Jackson yanked her from the car.

"But you know you'd miss me, Leese," he smiled, propelling her towards the house. A nice, modern house—not one that you expect a killer to live in. That's what Jackson was…a killer.

Lisa tripped and went down, dragging Jackson with her. She jumped to her feet poised to run when she felt Jackson's long fingers seize her ankle in a tightening death grip.

"Don't make me pull you down, Lisa," he hissed in warning.

Lisa gasped as he dug his fingernails into her ankle. He used her distraction to his advantage, quickly leaping to his feet despite his injuries, and snagging her around the waist. She struggled until he pressed a pressure point in her delicate neck, knocking her out. Her body was limp in his arms. Jackson slung her over his shoulder and continued into the house.

Why did she have to be such a fighter? Why couldn't she see that she was only making things harder on herself?

He dumped her carefully onto his soft bed and brushed her hair out of her face. He smiled at her frail body before leaving the room to activate the security systems and gather weapons in case of an attack. He was going to protect her despite her unwillingness to trust him and cooperate at times.

Jackson grabbed the first aid kit for them both and saw to Lisa, rather than himself, first. She woke part of the way through his cleaning.

"What are you doing to me?" she asked groggily.

"Don't worry Leese, I wasn't peeking up your skirt," smirked Jackson from his position near her feet as he saw to her scratched legs and sore feet.

"Pervert," she hissed when she noticed where he was sitting on the bed. She knew that he had a full view of everything that she preferred to keep private.

"Sit still, Lisa, I'm almost done," he ordered as she sat up.

"Fuck you, Jackson."

Lisa disobeyed him and pulled her legs free of his grip in an attempt to leave the bed. She was not going to hang around and let Jackson act this way. He had no business seeing her this way or caring for her. He had no right to keep her there either.

Jackson tackled her to the bed, pressing his weight into her to keep her still and immobile underneath him.

In horror, she writhed under him, trying vainly to escape him. "That was not an invitation!" she cried as he ran a hand down her leg.

Cold blue eyes flickered towards her terror-filled face. "I'm not going to do that to you. I promise."

"I don't trust you."

"I know."

"Will you let me go?"

"No, I can't do that, Leese. I always keep my promises," he smirked at her.

"What promise? You never said anything…"

"I stole you, Lisa, like I said I would. You're mine now. And I protect what's mine," he rested a hand on her cheek. She flinched when he touched her.

"I'm not yours," she snarled, furious. "I don't belong to anyone."

"I'm saving your life, don't you see? You'd be dead if I hadn't been there."

"Anything is better than being stuck here with you," she retorted. She would rather be dead than have to deal with Jackson again for an unknown period of time. She wanted nothing more than to serious maim him or kill him at this moment.

"Lisa, Lisa," he shook his head at her. "You're not thinking clearly, now are you? Now, what would daddy dearest think if—"

"Don't you dare talk about my father!" she snapped, resuming her futile struggle against her captor, whom she had once found charming and attractive. "You have no right!"

Jackson smiled. She had no clue what she was doing to him. He wanted to take her then and mark her as his. He was filled with, what was it, lust? Love? He was not entirely sure. But he was stronger than human emotion. Plus, he did not want to hurt Lisa. He wanted her to want it too. He would never force her that way; that was not his style.

"Jeesh, Jack. Don't tell me you're just happy to see me!" Lisa said, growing uncomfortable in her helpless position under him.

"If I let you go, you have to promise not to run. I don't want to have to tie you up, but I will," Jackson offered, slowly lifting himself up from her, releasing her slightly.

"To what? The headboard? Get over yourself, Jackson."

"Lisa, I'm serious," he said, his voice growing cold.

"So am I."

Jackson rolled his eyes and pulled her into a sitting position at the same time he released her. "Now, let me finish looking at your cuts."

"Jackson, let go of me! I'm fine!" she cried, smacking his hand away.

His hand found her throat. "Indulge me, Leese. Let me make that determination."

Lisa gasped and choked for a few seconds before Jackson released her. Her green eyes glared at him as he return to inspecting her like she was a favorite pet, not a human being fully capable of looking after herself. Lisa hated him looking at her and she hated his touch. She wanted to be far, far away from him.

But Jackson would have none of that. He kept a firm hold on her at all times, preventing any escape attempts. She could tell that he was silently daring her to try, telling her that he would enjoy the chase. She did not feel like incurring his wrath yet again. She would recover some of her lost strength before fighting back again.

"Good," he said, nodding in approval once he finished.

"Thank you, now I'll just be on my way."

"Um, I think not, Lisa. I need your help to clean my wounds and you're staying here with me. You leave and they'll find you and they'll torture you for information about me—probably even rape you for the hell of it—and when they've had enough, they'll kill you. You're staying here."

"Since when were you appointed my protector?"

"Since you screwed the job," he replied matter-of-factly.

Green and blue eyes stared each other down for a few moments, until Lisa backed down with a sigh. "What do you want me to do?"

As much as she hated to admit it, Jackson was right. She was dead if she left him. They would have to help each other to escape the mess they had created.

Author's Notes:

I'm sure that Jackson enjoyed being on top of her. Sick-minded bastard… Anyways, next chapter will probably be up tomorrow.