Day-to-Day

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Red Eye!

Chapter One

Lisa Reisert waited for him because she did not know what else to do. She had given up her job at the Lux Atlantic and was currently unemployed. She just hung around her apartment, moping somewhat, as she prayed that he would return.

She knew that he still had that horrible job. His note had pretty much stated that. When he returned, she would convince him somehow to give up being a manger. Lisa did not want to spend her entire life wondering about him and worried about someone coming after them. Just those few days on the run had been more than enough.

She knew that Jackson would never really settle down and she did not need him to. As long as he came back, she was not going to tie him down. She did not need a house with a stereotypical white picket fence and two kids. Lisa had no ambition to pursue the American Dream—all she wanted was Jackson.

When she had fallen in love the psychopath that she knew he was, Lisa had not the vaguest clue. Something about having to place her life in his hands must have helped seal the deal. She had been attracted to him before learning of his job and it was not until that he nearly killed her that she gave up on him.

Jackson lived in a world filled with shades of gray while Lisa lived in a world that was once only black and white. His logic had conflicted with her emotions.

Somehow, he had fallen in love with her, despite what had transpired between them. She had somewhat fallen in love with him as well, or maybe it was just lust. Lisa had not the slightest clue. All she knew as that for some unknown, perhaps unexplainable, reason she was waiting for Jackson to return.

And he did return, a few weeks following the attempts on their lives and his disappearance. Lisa had been staring at the TV mindlessly, not really watching it, when the front door had opened and in had limped Jackson.

"Lisa…" he whispered, his voice raspy and pained.

She had rolled off the couch and raced to his side, supporting him as he entered the tiny apartment. His once nice suit was ruined and stained with blood—his or a victim's, she knew not. His cold blue eyes had softened and he smirked at her.

"Let me guess," Lisa teased. "You were trying a new trick with your knife and it slipped?"

"Something like that."

"Nice try. Whose blood are you covered in?"

"Mine."

Lisa rolled her eyes. It was fun to tease him, even though she knew he was in severe pain. He hated admitting that he was hurt, so she was free to enjoy teasing him for some time.

"So, where are you hurt?" Lisa questioned and began poking him harshly and she kept her gaze on him and searched fro some flicker of emotion, some sign that he was a real human.

Jackson winced as she found a slice. Lisa frowned and helped him into the small bathroom. She yanked the first aid kit down and turned around to face him.

"Take your shirt off," she ordered.

Jackson smirked at her. "Geesh, Lisa, I never knew you were so frisky."

"Shut up and take your damn shirt off so I can see the wounds," Lisa snapped. Just because she had feelings for him did not mean that she had to listen to any of his bull shit.

He shrugged out of his ruined jacket and slowly unbuttoned his blood-smeared white shirt. The white undershirt was soaked as well; the blood stains increasing with each movement. Jackson was going to bleed to death if she did not help him.

"They're not very deep," he hissed as Lisa went to work cleaning his various wounds.

Lisa snorted as she ran her fingers over the slashes. "Sure they're not."

The slashes covering his chest were harsh, deep, and methodical. Someone had taken their time with harming him. She could sense the anger…the hatred of Jackson that this person must have had. Who had he pissed off? Sadly, she knew that if they had not needed to rely on each other, then she would have willingly tormented him this way.

"I messed up," Jackson sighed, then stiffened when she reached a particularly deep slash near his rapidly beating heart.

"I can tell."

"One would think I would have learned my lesson with you…" he chuckled slightly; an odd noise coming from Jackson.

"Still picking on women?"

"Oh, no. But I still haven't learned when to call it quits. I should have left when I finished the job, instead of hanging around."

"Who caught you?"

"Another former employer."

"You just make friends everywhere you go, don't you?" Lisa said with a smile.

"Just another one of my many charms," he smiled back as she reached for bandages.

"Hold still," Lisa ordered as she began to bind his many wounds.

It was strange to be caring for Jackson like this, but Lisa rather enjoyed it. It gave her power and control over him, instead of the other way around. She had no idea that this was only the first time that she would be cleaning up Jackson's wounds after pissing off a boss.

Author's Notes:

Since the prologue was so short, I thought I'd stick the first chapter with it as well. I unfortunately won't be able to update for a few days, but I'll still be able to write. The story is going to get better once I get it off the ground.