Day-to-Day

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Chapter Fourteen

I can't tell him…I just can't. Not after last time. I won't risk it.

I love him, but I know that I can not tell him. If I do, he will hurt me again. He's done it before—he has no qualms with hurting me if it is to protect me. What am I going to do? He's going to find out one of these days.

He wants to protect me, but I need to be happy at the same time. I'm so lonely when he's gone. It would be nice to have someone around to keep my attention and remind me of him.

A baby…our baby…

Jackson always seemed to like the name Kyra, so if it is a girl, that will be her name. If it's a boy, then whether he likes it or not, his son will be named Jackson.

But he must not find out. He'll kill the baby again if he finds out. It's not my fault this time. I was on the pill, but apparently being 99.9 effective or whatever it is, is just not enough.

"Leese? Honey, I'm home!" Jackson called cheerfully as he entered her apartment. His joy was a sure sign of a successful, relatively easy job.

"In here!" Lisa yelled from the kitchen, where she was cooking herself some dinner. She was only maybe two months pregnant but already she was becoming very hungry. Eating for herself and the baby was hard work.

She heard his footsteps as he entered the kitchen. His arms locked around her waist and he bent down to kiss her neck. She giggled and absentmindedly stirred the spaghetti sauce.

"Hungry?" she asked him as his lips traced her skin.

"Only for you," was his reply. He spun her around and forcefully kissed her mouth. Lisa moaned pleasantly and returned the kiss. "Miss me much?"

"Just a little," she teased.

"I guess I've got to work on a few things then."

Jackson was smirking at her. She caught his meaning immediately. He meant for them to go to bed already and she had scarcely had anything to eat all day. She had been all worked up about finding out that she was pregnant that she had been neglecting herself.

"Aren't you hungry for food?" she offered, motioning towards her spaghetti, which was most likely beginning to stick to the bottom of the pot.

"Nope."

"Jackson, please," she moaned as his experienced hands roamed her body and he resumed kissing her; his lips trailing down her neck at the same time one of his hands was running up her skirt.

"Please what?" he rasped, already breathless from the excitement that he was feeling.

"I'm starving…let me eat first."

"That's an odd request," Jackson remarked, eyeing her carefully. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I feel fine, I'm just really hungry."

He sighed deeply and his rasp became more pronounced. "If you insist."

"Thank you, Jackson. I'll make it worth the wait," she whispered into his ear before playing nibbling on it. "I promise."

Lisa promptly turned back to her dinner as Jackson dejectedly stalked into the living room. She watched him plop down on the couch and flick on the TV.

What am I to him? A quick fuck? Lisa wondered. Or is there something more?

Lisa wolfed down her slightly burned food. As soon as she turned on the sink faucet, Jackson was back.

"You can do the dishes later," he mumbled.

"I want to do them now."

"Lisa, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you didn't want to see me."

The plate slipped out of her hand, making a loud crashing sound in the stainless steel sink. Luckily, the dish did not break or even crack. She spun around to face him and his accusing blue-eyed stare.

"What the hell makes you think that? Just because I don't want to crawl in bed with you the second you walk in my door makes me, what? What does that make me, Jackson?" she hissed angrily.

"Lisa…" His voice was sharp, holding a hint of a threat.

"Jackson!" she shot back. If he wanted a fight, she sure as hell would give him one.

"What is wrong with you? Huh?" he demanded, shoving her into the kitchen counter. "Did you finally decide you don't like waiting for me anymore? Did you become a slut while I was gone, Leese?"

"You bastard! How dare you say that!" Lisa raged, smacking him harshly across the face. "You're the only man I've been with since that creep raped me!"

Angered, Jackson struck her back. Lisa reeled backwards, striking her head on the wooden cabinet.

She brought her knee up into his chin, stunning him for a moment. She jumped down from the countertop and prepared to face him. He lunged at her and she feinted to the left, before dashing to the right. He collided with the refrigerator. Lisa could not help but smirk.

In the living room, tucked into a darkened corner, was her beloved field hockey stick. She picked up the weapon fondly and swung it at Jackson when his dark head appeared. There was no rhyme or reason behind her sudden fury. All she knew was that she wanted to hurt him and she wanted him out of her apartment.

"Get the fuck out of my house, Jack!" she screamed, slamming him into the hardwood floor with the fiberglass stick.

"Is that what you want, Lisa? Do you want me gone?"

"Yes! Get out!"

"If I leave now, I won't ever come back, Leese. Last chance," he warned her, sliding away from the poised field hockey stick above his head.

"GET OUT!"

"Fine!" he snapped and hopped up from the floor.

"I hope you get hit by a bus!" she shouted at his retreating form, throwing a nearby vase at him for good measure.

He flipped her off in response, before rattling all the pictures and glassware in the tiny apartment when he yanked the door shut behind himself.

What have I done? What have I done?

I love him and now he's gone. I sent him away and now he won't ever come back. He'll never know about his child now. He'll probably die without knowing. He'll never forgive me; never take me back now.

Jackson's gone and there's nothing I can do because it's all my damn fault.

Author's Notes:

Hormones—they really screw you up! The baby that Lisa is carrying now is Kyra. The next chapter will deal with Kyra's birth and the beginnings of the events that end in Lisa's death. Enjoy and please review! Major thanks once again to all my reviewers!