Bad Things Happen
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Chapter Ten
Lisa helped Jackson clean the bullet wounds upon his chest and she had tried not to stare at him too long. She had drawn the line there—she was not going to clean the wound on his thigh. He could surely handle that one on his own.
"Come," Jackson ordered once she had finished, standing up and limping away from his bedroom. Lisa followed obediently, unwilling to fight anymore. She was exhausted.
He led the way to the room beside his, which was another bedroom and decorated in a far more feminine style than his bedroom. Light, bright colors filled the room, lifting her spirits. She whirled around to face him, a questioning look showing clearly.
"This is your room," he said softly.
"How—when?"
"I told you I was going to steal you. I planned in advance. The clothes in the closet should fit and your favorite stuff is in the bathroom," he said, pointing out the closet and the door to the adjoining bathroom.
She shivered. He had been planning to keep her all along. He had never been planning to let her go after the flight. She was supposed to have been his prisoner. The bastard.
"It's nice," she muttered, trying her best to be polite. She did not want to deal with another one of his violent mood swings.
"I trust that you won't leave the house. As long as you stay inside, you're safe," he said and limped out of the room, leaving her alone.
He trusted her! He trusted her enough to leave her alone in her own room, with the door unlocked! She was free to roam about the entire house and explore! Could Jackson possibly know what this freedom meant to her? Had he considered her feelings before deciding?
No, this was Jackson. He would not have been thinking about that.
Lisa sighed and flopped down onto the neatly made bed. To think that Jackson had gone to all this trouble just for her… She wanted to laugh just at the idea of the assassination manager worrying over what she would want. And he had probably painted it as well. Jackson covered in paint…that was a mental image.
She really liked the room though. Jackson had excellent taste and it seemed oddly enough that he knew exactly wanted she wanted. It was creepy yet reassuring. After all, how many killers go to all this trouble to make their victim comfortable, only to kill them?
No, no! Stop it!
Jackson was dangerous and she could not let her guard down. He had tried to kill her the day before! He would kill her, if he were given half the chance.
The confusion did not fade as she locked the bedroom door and slipped into the luxurious bathroom. She turned on the hot water in the shower and proceeded to make herself at him and admired all the trouble that Jackson had gone to. Sure enough, every little item that she could have wanted or needed had been thoughtfully provided by Jackson. The closet was same—all of the clothes were her size and the styles that she would wear, plus some casual clothes that she was sure that she would have never thought to find to time to wear as the busy hotel manager. She no longer had a job, so there was no excuse to not dress casually. Plus, then she would not have to worry about Jackson sneaking peeks up her skirt.
After a long shower, Lisa slipped into a pair of light colored jeans and a deep red tee with a rounded neck. She was not about to let her hated scar show around Jackson. The last thing she needed was him bringing it up.
Feeling much more relax and comfortable, Lisa lay down on the soft bed, and snuggled in between the fluffy pillows and the full bedspread, she fell asleep.
The sound of a woman screaming jarred Jackson from his recuperative sleep. His first thought was that someone had found them and was torturing Lisa. He jumped to his feet, ignoring the soreness in his left leg and snagged a knife from his bedside table. He ran into the room next door after deftly picking the lock.
Lisa lay on the bed clutched in the throes of a terrible nightmare. She thrashed about, tangling herself in the spread and screaming nonsensical words and phrases. Jackson allowed the knife in his hand to clatter to the floor as he climbed onto the bed beside the distraught and dreaming Lisa.
"No! No!" she cried, struggling harder as Jackson grabbed her in an attempt to hold her still and calm her down. She clawed at him and smacked him, fighting to free herself.
"Lisa! Calm down!" he yelled back at her.
Her fingernails scrapped across his face and he yelped in pain. Jackson backhanded her and then pinned her to the bed, his left hand holding her wrists together and his right hand resting upon her throat.
"Jackson?" she mumbled, the slap having ended the nightmare. He released her and backed away.
"Go back to sleep, Leese," he whispered, stroking her hair and straightening the covers slightly.
Lisa started to say something, but he pressed another pressure point, sending her back to sleep. Sleep was the best thing for her at the moment.
"Night, Leese," he whispered, kissing her forehead before picking up his knife and relocking the door before leaving.
It was best if she never knew that he had visited her. It was for the best...
Author's Notes:
Just a quickie! Well, quick compared to the recent chapters. Time's passing faster now and the pace should pick up again soon. Enjoy!