Author's Note-Well, the last chapter. sobs Um, it was fun writing this. Actually like the last five chapters. See, I sat down after school and wrote a good solid chunk of about twenty pages and here we are! So go me, super updater, and please review! I am thinking of writing a prequel and later a sequel to this story but let me know what you think. Oh, and by the way, the interviews and commentary provided by the characters in this story do no way reflect the opinions of me or affiliated. Cheers, all, cheers!
"Jackson Rippner, you are hereby charged with various counts of rape, battery, and kidnapping..."
"What?" Lisa cried. Luke still held her arm as they cuffed Jackson.
"Leese, sweetie, its okay," Joe consoled her. "Luke told me everything, how Rippner kidnapped you, claimed you since he...raped...you and got you pregnant with Kat-"
Lisa finally ripped her arm away. "He didn't rape me or kidnap me! Now let him go!"
The cop with Jackson paused as Lisa continued on, Kat joined her.
"He didn't kidnap me," Kat explained. "Well, okay, at first I thought he kidnapped me, but it really wasn't technically kidnapping since he's my dad. I just didn't know that yet. Mom and Adella came here of their own wills."
"And he didn't rape me," Lisa added in a hushed voice. "Or Katie."
Joe shook his head as Luke flew up.
"That's not ture!" he cried, shaking his fist at Jackson. "He's obviously brainwashed them!"
"Mr. Rippner, can you attest to Mrs. Michaels and Ms. Michaels-"
"Rippner," Kat corrected firmly.
"-Rippner's, statements?"
"Yes."
"Then I'm sorry, Mr. Michaels, but legally we have nothing to charge him with," the cop shrugged and uncuffed Jackson. Lisa and Katie ran to him and all three embraced. Luke looked outraged.
"Get away from them, Rippner! They're my family!"
"Not anymore, Michaels. Ask them. They want to be with me, not some lying sniveling little murderer."
"Murderer?" the cop looked at Luke.
"No," he said quickly. Too quickly.
"Yeah, Luke, tell them all about your little killing spree in Santa Monica."
"The Carlos'?" the cop asked, wide-eyed. "We've been searching for that bastard for years!"
"I have no idea what you're-"
"That's why you were fired from the company, isn't it Luke?" Jackson sneered. Lisa and Kat looked horrified. They'd been living with a crazed murderer for years? "For killing without purpose? I wasn't going to tell Leese and Kat, but since you think accusations are all the rage, I thought I'd give it a go. I'm quite trendy, you see."
"No, I didn't-"
"Mr. Michaels, we're going to have to take you in for questioning," the cop cuffed a very engraged Luke. Lisa talked to him one last time.
"I'm sorry, Luke," she said simply. "But I don't like being lied to. And I love Jackson, so does Kat. So, um...if you don't like it you can go..."
"Fuck you," Luke snarled.
"Don't worry, buddy, you'll be getting plenty of that in prison," Jackson said, patting Lisa's shoulders. "Bye now."
"Bye, Luke," Kat said solemnly. By not calling him her father, she knew she'd made her point.
"Dad, can you take Adella home?" Lisa asked once the police had left.
"Sure," Joe nodded. "Where are you guys going?"
"Home," Lisa nodded also. "To get our things. And then we're going to...where is it, Jackson?"
"North Carolina."
"Yeah. To our new house. With Jackson. Where we should be."
"And want to be," Kat added. Lisa and Jackson smiled at her.
"This is all pretty mind-boggling, isn't it?" Joe shook his head. "Unbelievable."
"Yeah," Jackson agreed, looking down at his family. He held their hands as they walked to the door, the rising sun silhouetting their faces. "But its right."
Author's Note-Well, that's all, folks! Thanks again for the awesome reviews, I really appreciate them. Please deposit your empty popcorn bins and soda in the nearest trash receptacle, and as always, don't drive drunk or have unsafe sex. This message brought to you by the Nuns Film Association of America. And me.
