Jesse sat on the park bench, her legs crossed and her arms folded over her chest. She had long brown tight curled hair that gave her the look of an angel. Her crystal blue eyes roamed the park before falling on another pair of crystal blue eyes.
She could see that he was a sharp dresser, with his black suit. She was nearly shocked to see his eyes, how many people have those eyes?
That was when he started to walk toward her. "You Ripner?" he asked lifting his chin slightly in acknowledgement.
"That depends, who wants to know?" she asked sizing him up. Looking at his muscular frame compared to her tiny one she doubted that she could take him in hand-to-hand.
"I'm a friend of your fathers; I'm returning a favor for him."
"My father doesn't have any friends," she said narrowing her eyes.
"Alright you caught me; I'm looking for tour dad." Her eyes were now narrow slits as she glared at this man, 'Why does he look so much like him?'
"I haven't seen my dad since I was twelve," she said sitting up from the bench. The Ripner girl was just barely sixteen, and even with her petite body she could hold her own in a fight. Though she knew she wouldn't be able to take this man if he was anything like her father.
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Jessica was out of breath as she walked up the steps of her white house; she looked behind her to see if they were still following her. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that they weren't. Ten year old little 'Ripper Girl' unlocked the door to her house and walked inside feeling relieved. That was until she heard the floor crack.
"You know Ripper; there are way too many short cuts to your house," she whirled around to come face-to-face with Bradley. Some annoying eighteen year-old boy who had a thing for younger girls.
"Please, Bradley, just go," she begged flattening herself against the wall to get as far away from him as possible. Most girls her age would be tripping over themselves for this guy to look her way, but she just didn't have a thing for the blonde movie-star guys. He closed the space between them with prideful strides until he was pressing her against the wall.
"You have gorgeous eyes, you know that?" he asked tucking her hair behind her ear. "Please, don't do this," she begged him again. He smirked then moved to kiss her when a voice made him go rigid.
"You so much as touch her and I and I will make sure that you never have children." Bradley turned around, still holding his grip on Jesse's shoulder, to find her father in the ready fight position.
"Oh! Big old tough dad! Ooh I'm scared now," he said taunting him, "Not the wisest thing you've ever said." Jesse barely had time to say that before Jackson lunged at him, knocking him away from his daughter. Jesse stood and watched as the two tussled for a few moments before her father pinned Bradley to the ground.
"If you ever! EVER! Even think of touching her like that again you should know first hand that the chief of police is my wife's cousin!" Jesse felt her heart soar as her father gave him a head-but to the head and knocked him out.
"Jesse, are you okay? Did he……….?"
"No, he didn't get the chance before you came in," she said walking over to him and he pulled her into a tight possessive hug.
"I swear as long as I live I will never let anything happen to you kiddo."
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"I'm sorry I just thought that maybe you could help me," he said then to her surprise he turned around and walked away.
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"So, you visited your mother in the hospital today?" Joe asked handing her a cup of hot-chocolate with coffee cream mixed in.
"Yeah, I really wish I could see her eyes, Dad used to always say that she had pretty eyes." She said taking a sip; she remembered her father showing her a picture of her mother. "See that Kiddo? You got my eyes and your mother's hair." She smiled at the thought of the fond memory.
"Jesse, what are you smiling about?" he grandfather asked with a gleam in his eye.
"I was just thinking……." "You miss Jackson, don't you?"
"Why did he have to leave? The least he could have done was say goodbye or maybe leave a simple note."
"I know Jackson, and when he does something it's never simple," he said giving her a knowing glance. Jesse smiled at him; she knew that he didn't really know. And she loved him for that.
"Well my Female-Driven-Fact-Based Logic is telling me I should hit the hay. Good night Grandpa Joe."
!#$&()
Jessica Sea breeze Ripner! How the heck did I get a stupid name like that? Who would name their child after a drink? My Dad the genius manager would obviously! I mean c'mon!
Jackson smirked and threw Jesse's diary back into the box on the floor. Then using his foot he slid the box back under her bed. Sighing he looked down at her sleeping form on the bed; she seemed so calm, so peaceful. "Just like her mother," he muttered running his hand through his hair. Reaching down her brushed some hair away from her face; she stirred slightly in her sleep before rolling over.
"You know you used to wake me up in the middle of the night because you thought it was your fault." He said to her sleeping form that was now facing him. "I would hold you, and rock you. You would whimper and cry as I stroked your hair and assured you that it wasn't your fault; it wasn't your fault Jessica. I remember when the doctor came and told me that your mother had fallen into a coma; I remember thinking, 'My Leese, my beautiful Lisa?' And when I went to go see her, she just laid there not moving. It wasn't your fault Jesse, and don't let anyone or anything tell you otherwise."
"Jackson?" Joe asked popping his head in the door; he could see Jackson standing in front of Jessica's bed. He could have sworn that he saw a tear in his eye, but Jackson quickly whipped it away.
"You should probably go now."
"Yeah," Jackson let Joe lead him to the front door, "Jackie, I don't mean to pry, but sooner or later you're gonna have to face her." Jackson only nodded before he walked out the door. Jackson would face her. Soon. But first he had a little problem to fix.
Well I hope y'all liked the first chappy.
