So...I've been incredibly busy lately and haven't had much time to keep up my three million FF on the computer, though I've been writing them down on paper, so it's all good. :)
In regards to the authors note I've received messages from some people saying sorry and all, but I just want you to know that if you were one of the people who posted in the reviews then I wasn't targeting you in my little rant. I also got several private messages. So I'm sorry if I started anything with that.
Anyway..back to the story I guess!
Lisa yawned and rolled over in her bed. She looked at Sarah's face, still placidly sleeping, and dragged herself out of bed. Despite how comfortable she'd felt the night before with Jackson, she hadn't felt ready yet to sleep in the same bed as him. That was, after all, a huge step, especially for Lisa.
Lisa walked into the bathroom and, leaving the door open, examined her reflection in the mirror. Her face looked tired but in a way...natural, void of any makeup. Her hair, gone for several days without any curling or extra management, had begun to fall somewhat straight, but in a good way. Lisa sighed. She was changing so much, so quickly, inside and out.
"Good morning, Leese."
Jackson's voice behind her startled her and she jumped about a foot in the air, her ankle once again bending horribly. She shrieked as she began to fall but Jackson caught her in his arms.
"Sorry," he laughed. "Thought you saw me."
"No," Lisa gasped. "I didn't."
He laughed again and they hobbled over to sit at the table.
"I-need to talk to you about something, Lisa," Jackson said cautiously.
"Um...okay," Lisa replied hesitantly.
"We're meeting with Keefe today," Jackson said simply.
Lisa looked up at him, her expression pained. "Jackson, please, don't do this."
"Lisa, it's my job," Jackson sighed, irritated.
"What about your 'job' as a human?" she cried. "How can you live with yourself after this?"
"I've learned to deal with it," he sighed.
"What am I supposed to do?" she snapped. "How do I move on after assisting in a murder?"
"I don't know," he snapped. "You'll think of something. Be creative."
"I don't want to fucking do this!" she screamed, trying to stand up from the table. She weakly tried to walk back to the bathroom but Jackson took her arm. "I'm not doing this! I'm not doing this goddamn job and I'm not going to be with you!"
"Lisa," Jackson began to reply angrily as Lisa tried to squirm away. He pushed her against the wall and she continued to struggle. "Lisa."
"No," she moaned, still attempting to wriggle her arm away. "Let go of me!"
Jackson finally lost it. His hand flew up and smacked Lisa hard in the face and ceased her struggling. She gasped as the hand hit her cheek and her eyes looked as shocked as his. Then they looked hurt. How dare he, how dare he, after all that...
"Lisa," he began to say as she pushed past him into the bathroom. At the doorway she turned back to him.
"Go to hell," she spat.