"Don't touch me!" Lisa pressed her back against the door, eyes wild as if she had just seen Jackson for the first time that night.
"Leese-"
"No! Don't talk to me! I don't know what the hell is going on. You're a stalker. Ethan is a stalker. Why can't you people just leave me alone!"
Jackson grinned, shaking his head. Lisa would be fine entertainment. He could play with her head and act like he was driving her to her doom. But no, the complication with Ethan might be to much for her. He didn't want to break her...yet.
"Ethan was suppose to be a good guy. Someone I could-" Lisa dropped off, her stomach curling dreadfully over what she would have said.
"What? Someone you could have grown old with?" Jackson jeered.
A sob rose in Lisa's throat, but she swallowed before it could escape. She wasn't letting him get satifation from her misery. "He only wanted me because of you," she spat, venemously. "First you charm me then he does, and both of you turned out to be snakes in the grass. If I had a gun in my hand right now, I'd shoot you in the mouth."
"I'm not the one to be dishing out threats to, Leese. Ethan is the one you should be plotting murder against. I saved your lousy rear from him, and I'll be going back to prison because of it. I'm wondering if you were actually worth my freedom."
Lisa's bare foot connected with Jackson's jaw. The car swerved into the other lane. Jackson jerked the steering wheel, sending the car into a one-eighty. Lisa slammed into the dashboard, her shoulder popping loudly from the impact. Her stomach was still tumbling even though the car had come to a halt. A hand wrapped around the back of her neck, and Jackson pulled her to him as he leaned closer to her.
"You need to listen to me, Lisa, if you want to live. Ethan is dangerous. I've known him for many years, and know what he is capable of. You can either trust me to keep you safe, or I can bring you straight back to him. Your call."
A couple cars passed them on the highway as they stared at each other through the darkness. Lisa took a shuttering breath then asked, "Why are you doing this?"
"For some insane reason, I feel responsible for you. Will you stop the ranting or do I get the honor of delivering you back to Ethan?"
Lisa's face grew livid, but she finally complied. "I'll take my chances with you."
"Smart choice," Jackson replied, releasing the hold on her neck. "Now get the first-aid kit from underneath the seat and clean your leg before you stain my front seat."
Lisa did as she was told. With an anti-bacterial wipe, she cleaned the blood from her leg, hissing at the burning sting of the wipe touching the gashes.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, pulling another wipe from the pack.
A long moment passed. "To a safe house."