"…Wrong With Me…"
She said she's had enough; well it sounds to me like you're straight out of luck.
Opening the large walk in closet, Jessica proceeded in picking her outfit for the evening.
And she said you weren't true, and life's not blowing her kisses thanks to you.
Spinning around, she looked herself up and down in the mirror trying to decide if she should wear the hip hugger jeans and poncho. Taking it off, she went looking for something else.
I wanna know, wanna know what you were thinking, I can't imagine why you didn't even sink in. they say you never know what you've got 'til it's gone.
Pulling the dark blue long-sleeved-skin-tight shirt over her head, she again checked herself out in the mirror. She decided to keep the short jean skirt but lose the shirt.
She said she's had enough, well it sounds like you're still out of luck.
Buttoning up the black silk blouse she tried to decide whether she should change into the white silk blouse instead. Finally she decided to go with the white one.
And she said you still weren't true, and life's not blowing her kisses thanks to you.
I wanna know, wanna know what you were thinking, I can't imagine why you didn't even sink in, they say you never know what you've got 'til it's gone.
Jessica spun around as she let her body move with the music. She really needed something to calm her nerves down and this seemed to work. For the moment.
And she said, it's gonna be alright, because God made a way through the pain and he opened her eyes. And she said, you came calling back, you came calling back, but after what you did to her she wouldn't have any of that.
Suddenly the music stopped and Jesse found herself looking into the face of the very amused Michael. "I was listening to that," she growled grabbing a pair of high heels off ofthe shelf next to her.
"Unfortunately, so was I," he sneered. Jesse slid the shoes on and began to fiddling with the ends of her hair trying to decide what to do with it.
"It wasn't that bad, goodness you sound just like Grandpa Joe," she sighed. She missed Joe more than anything, did he know what had happened to her? maybe he thought that she had ran away from home as she had threatened to do on a regular basis.
"Are you ready, or should I sit here and wait?" he asked looking around the room.
"I have to do something with my hair," she reached for a clip, "I'll only be a second." He slapped her hand away and straightened the collar of his suit.
"Leave it down, I like it like that," she shuddered as what he said sunk in. What he had said didn't help her any, in fact it only made her want to put her hair up more. Anything that Michael liked had to be bad.
"What is the point of this diner, thing anyway?"
"You, my dear, are a business interest, many of our partners are interested in the famous Jackson Ripner's daughter. You're like a celebrity here," he said ushering her from the room.
"Yeah, I'll bet a lot of celebrities take lessons on how to kill people," she murmured under her breath.
Rodney hated Saturday's. he never had anything to do, and all his friends were either out with their girlfriends or grounded. Why couldn't he be the one with the girlfriend for once? Then he could at least have some fun when his friends were gone. Suddenly his cell phone rang breaking him from his thoughts.
"Rodney," he answered it.
"Rodney, I don't know if you remember me, my name is Jackson Ripner, we saw each other the other night when I went to go get Jesse." The cool, calm voice came over the phone and Rodney found himself feeling very calm and relaxed. Almost.
"Yes, Mister Ripner I've heard a lot about you, not a lot of it good," he said evenly.
"Listen closely, because I'm going to ask you something that has nothing to do with the reason to which I am calling you, how old are you?" Rodney paused for a moment before answering.
"Seventeen, why?"
"Because if my daughter is going to go out with someone then it better not be someone who's to old for her." He paused to let it sink in, "But now for the real reason that I am calling, we think that we may know where to find Jessica." He let it sink in for a moment. "The only problem is that Jessica doesn't trust me, she trusts you even if I don't."
"You don't trust me?" there was a long, awkward pause before Jackson spoke again.
"My daughter has a hard time trusting anyone, even herself, and for some reason she trusts you after only knowing you for a few days. For this reason I know that I should trust you, seeing as there seems to be some hidden reason, but I just don't, it's not a matter of something you did. I am not naive in any way, and it could take a lifetime for me to trust you enough not to growl at you when I see you with my daughter." He said hoping he got the message across.
"I see, Jack, now what can I do to help you? If she doesn't trust you right now she will after you get her back," Rodney said.
"My daughter is as hard headed as me, she wouldn't trust me if I pulled a bullet out of her and saved her life." Jackson growled, "And don't call me 'Jack'," his tone was clipped and left no room for question.
"Okay, don't call you Jack right now, don't really get it, but okay."
"Never Jack, you don't ever want to call me Jack, You will not like it if you do," his voice was cold as if he was punishing a child.
The song that I used is called 'Gone' by Toby Mac. Please Review!
