Jackson
Jackson angrily kicked a rock and rubbed his eye. That had really fucking hurt. Where did she get off, hitting him after he'd confessed and kissed her?
Well if your kidnapper wanted to start a new life with you, you'd be angry, too, a little voice in his head told him. He shook it off to go looking for her.
Lisa
Lisa knew he was kissing her before it actually happened. She felt her heart soar in a giddy sort of highschool way.
For once, things were going great. Jim. He was in love with her. She loved him. And he was kissing her.
For once, she wasn't nervous, she was happy. This kiss didn't remind her of the parking lot incident. Jim was so sweet, and everything she wanted.
It seemed to last forever until Lisa finally broke away. Jim leaned his forehead against hers and smiled.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you to-" she began to murmur back, but stopped when she looked past Jim's shoulder.
Jackson, staring at Jim angrily. Jackson, who held a gun loosely in his hand. He raised it and Lisa jumped in front of Jim.
"No!" she cried. "Shoot me, not him."
"You're fucking mine, Lisa," Jackson sneered, tearing her away from Jim. She kicked him but he didn't relent. "This bastard isn't ever fucking touching you again. You're mine."
"No," Lisa moaned, trying to pull away from Jackson. Jim breathed heavily.
"Hold on, now," he said in a low voice.
Suddenly a flash of brown in the left of Lisa's vision announced Selena's presence. She yanked the gun from Jackson's hand before he even saw her.
"Do that again, and you're gone," she breathed heavily and held up her machete. Jackson stared at it, then Jim, then Lisa, and finally back to Jim. He curled his upper lip at him.
"Fine," he agreed in disgust, pocketing the weapon that Selena handed back to him.
Lisa pulled herself up and tried to run to Jim, but Jackson flung up a hand.
"If I can't have you, Leese, no one will."
Lisa didn't look at him. She looked instead at Selena, who's eyes looked rather watery. Then she knew that Jackson, the manipulator, had won again.