Day-to-Day

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Chapter Nine

She had never once met her father. He was the reason behind her unfortunate name though. Well, her first name anyways. Since they had never married, her mother had the bright idea of naming her after her father to remember him. Lisa had been convinced that Jackson was dead when she was born, according to Joe.

She was Jacqueline Kyra Reisert. But no one ever called her that.

Her name was Kyra, not Jacqueline, not Jackie, and never Jack.

"Kyra, you're a little spacey today," remarked one of her so-called 'friends', Michelle, a stereotypical blonde as she passed Kyra, following the ringing of the bell.

"Well, there's a lot going on…since my grandfather died," Kyra said, sniffling slightly.

"I heard about it. A heart attack, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Let me know if there's anything I can do," Michelle said sincerely, before joining her clique and wandering off down the hall.

Kyra sighed deeply and spun around before hurrying down the hallway to her next class. Her black high-heeled boots clacked loudly on the tile floor. As uncomfortable as the boots could be, she felt safer when she was wearing them. Stiletto heels to the face and other areas packed an added punch. Plus, they hid the knife in the top of her right boot which she had nearly slit Lara's throat with.

"Lookin' hot today, Kyra. I'm sure your mommy'd be proud…" teased a passing guy as he looked her over.

She stuck out her foot, causing him to trip and fall flat upon his face. She smirked and kept walking. One would think that they had learned their lesson by now. Apparently not.

A figure brushed past her and she felt a hand touch her jean pocket. When she whirled around to give this person a piece of her mind, he was already gone, having faded into the swift-moving crowd. She cursed and noticed a piece of paper sticking out of her pocket. He had not been touching her, but giving her a note.

Kyra ripped the paper from her pocket and scowling, opened it. Neat, precise writing filled her vision as she concentrated on the words.

End of the day. Your locker.

She shivered. Who had given her the note? What did he want with her?

The bell rang and she was officially late for next period. Damn…

The threatening notes had been increasing over the weeks; both in number and in violence. Whoever was hounding her was escalating.

Her life was on the line and it was all her father's fault.

I'm watching you. That had been the first note that she had received over a month ago, shortly before Joe's sudden death. Well, not that sudden. Her mysterious stalker had threatened to kill her grandfather.

Where's your father? Tell Rippner to show his face or you die like your mother. The second note had been a threat.

You're prettier than your mother. I'm going to enjoy killing you much more than her.

Kyra had kept the notes hidden from Joe. He was already edgy enough as the anniversary of Lisa's death approached. Learning about the threats would have caused him to snap. She could handle whatever came about. She was always armed and Joe had dragged her to defense classes ever since she was a little girl. She was no one's victim.

What makes you scream at night? Is it the thought of your impending death? Will you scream when I torture you? Or will you cry as your mother did; the pathetic wimp that she was? You can't escape me, Jack.

Jack was what he had called her on the fourth note. Her father's name. Her nickname. Jack Rippner…both her and her father's name, had she taken on his last name. Technically, her last name was Rippner—which was the name that Lisa had written on her birth certificate. Jacqueline Kyra Reisert Rippner was her birth name, but Joe had deliberately ignored the Rippner aspect.

No one knew her first name. No one was supposed to know. It was a secret. So how had her stalker known?

Convince your father to crawl out from whatever rock he's living under. You're running out of time and there's nowhere to run. If you don't find Rippner, someone close to you will die. No one is safe…

Her father was not behind the notes. She had known that for some time. But why did this person want to see him so badly? What had Jackson Rippner done to affect her life even more?

There's no one to protect you now. You're next, Jack.

Joe's death had been suspicious, though it was ruled as a heart attack. Joe Reisert had been perfectly healthy and there was no reason for him to be buried in the ground beside her mother.

Are you unafraid to die, Jack? You'll beg for death before the end. You'll want to die before I'm done with you. Do you know what I'm gonna do to you?

The day following Joe's death, the threats turned vicious. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to end up in the ground with him soon. Unless she figured out who was stalking her and why. All she knew was that it had to do with her parents and her mother's death.

I'll make you bleed. Have you ever been tortured before, Jack? I'll rip your fingernails off first, one-by-one, and then I'll slowly chop your fingers off. And I'll save them, like I did your mother's. Your finger pieces will be a nice present for Rippner, won't they?

Every day she had received a note. Every day for the two weeks leading up to the funeral. But now, the notes had changed. The handwriting and tone was different. Who was this new note from?

She would find out as soon as the final bell rung. And she would kill them.

Author's Notes:

Three guess as to who the new note's from? Anyone, anyone? Enjoy! Next chapter will continue on with Jackson and Lisa. And thanks to poodlepup for the review! I'd reply, but I couldn't get through your e-mail the last time I tried. Sorry! Actually, big thanks to all my reviewers! You guys really know how to make my day!