Do My Part
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Chapter Nine
A while later, Lisa whispered to him, "I need to go to the bathroom."
"Don't get cute. I can still have your father killed if you're any trouble," he told her, slowly allowing her up from her seat.
"I know," she said softly, her head down. Stop with the pity party already, Lisa. It really doesn't suit you.
He watched her head down the aisle. She was beaten and broken — lifeless. Aw, we never got to have any fun…
She was gone for an unsettling amount of time. What is she doing in there? Drowning herself in the sink?
Jackson left his seat and calmly wandered down the aisle to wait for her. Whatever she was doing in there could not be too good. Apparently, he should have refused to let her go on her own. She would get what was coming to her if she had disobeyed his direct order.
The bathroom door slid open and Lisa came into view. She jumped at the sight of him and he quickly shoved her back inside and shut the door. The lights came on as he locked the door and she struggled against him. He clamped a hand down on her mouth, muffling her words.
"What took you so long, huh? What'd you do in here?" he hissed, glancing around the tiny bathroom.
He watched her green eyes worriedly flick towards the mirror and he spun around and chuckled. "Think you're clever, huh?"
18 F HAS BOMB — How unoriginal, Leese. Surely you could've come up with something better to write in soap. Oh well…
He released her mouth, waiting for her answer.
"I—I didn't--" she stammered, unsure of what to say.
"Didn't what?" he teased, his anger barely concealed.
"Didn't mean to…"
"Sure you didn't. You thought it was smart at the time. But it was stupid, Lisa, very stupid. This little stunt would have cost your father his life. Is that what you want?"
"No…" Lisa protested sadly, shaking her head.
"Why'd you write that nasty little lie then?"
"Please, just let me go. I did what you wanted…"
"No, I can't do that," Jackson said, shaking his head as he pressed her back into the wall. "I can't ever let you go."
"But you said—"
"I never said I'd let you go. I said I'd let you live."
"But—"
"No 'buts' about it, Leese. You're mine. You'll never leave me." He moved in closer to her, his face right in front of hers. She squirmed beneath him, trying in vain to escape him. Naughty, naughty Lisa…
"Please… let me go. If you have any humanity in you—"
"I don't, Leese. Don't think I'm something that I'm not. What you see is what you get."
"No one could be that…cruel," she said, shaking her head courageously.
He smirked. "Oh, but I am."
"Well, then you're just fucked."
He placed his hands on her throat and squeezed tightly. She gasped and clawed desperately at his grip. Jackson smiled at her. Bad girls get punished, Lisa. You've been a bad girl… Don't think I won't kill you, 'cause I will.
He tightened his hold, pressing on her throat until she passed out. He released her then and allowed her to drop to the floor in a heap. Jackson bent down beside his prey and touched her throat, checking her pulse. Slow, yet steady…Lisa was still alive.
Good, maybe you'll learn your lesson. I can always do this again. I can head-butt you too, sweetheart. Now, it's time to wake up.
Jackson struck her harshly across the face. Sometimes a stinging slap would bring a person back. She flinched and groaned. He had not pushed her very deep into unconsciousness—just enough to force her to pass out.
"Well, Lisa, what do you think now? Any new-found clarity?" Jackson grinned at her.
She glared openly at him. He shrugged and yanked her up from the floor and shoved her into the wall beside the mirror. Resistance is futile and you need to learn it. You're mine despite what you might believe.
"Why me?" Lisa croaked, rubbing her throat as best she could.
"It's simple. I just spent the last eight weeks of my life tracking you. I know you better than you know yourself. I invested my life in yours."
"Why would you do that?"
"It's my job, Lisa. I was doing my part of the job."
"And kidnapping is part of it?" She stared at him in utter disbelief and disappointment.
"Would you prefer that I killed you?"
"My life's over anyways…"
"Still dwelling on your husband's death? That was four years ago; you've already cried a river, so now build a bridge and fucking get over it," Jackson snarled. "You never even loved him."
She bit her lip and tears welled in her eyes once more. Great, here comes the waterworks…
"Let it out, Lisa."
Someone was banging on the bathroom door. "Hey, what are you doing in there? Other people have to use the bathroom too!"
Jackson shot Lisa a withering look as she started to breakdown. He quickly turned to the mirror and began furiously whipping it. "I'm sorry," Jackson called out to the impatient person outside. "My wife isn't feeling very good and she didn't want to make a scene in front of everyone, so I thought we'd be better off in the bathroom. Very sorry about the wait." Not!
"I'm not your wife!" Lisa hissed in his ear, trying to strike him. Jackson grabbed her left hand and fished an object out of his pocket. He quickly jammed it on her ring finger.
"Now you are," he smirked in reply. Lisa glanced at her hand in horror. It was her wedding ring, the one she had hidden away in her house. "Come along, Leese; let's go back to our seats."
Dejectedly, she followed him wordlessly from the bathroom. Jackson politely held the door open for the anxious person and apologized in person as Lisa headed back towards her seat. That went rather well, I think.
The plane was beginning its descent and Lisa was still sitting numbly in her seat. He would glance over at her occasionally and smile. She refused to look at him and he would sometimes catch her glaring at the band on her finger. That's right, Lisa, blame the ring…God knows that it was out to get you for keeping it in a drawer.
"I was thinking that maybe we could stop at Starbucks after the plane lands… sound good?" Jackson questioned her.
No response.
"Lisa, answer me."
Still nothing.
Stop pissing me off…
He grabbed her chin and forced her to face him. "Answer me, Lisa, or daddy dearest gets his head bashed in."
A painful look crossed her face, but she acquiesced. "Sure…" she sighed.
"Peachy," he said, patting her cheek.
She tried to spin her head away from him, but he was quicker. He clenched his hand around her jaw and hissed into her ear, his lips pressed against the soft skin. "Stop playing hard to get. You're gonna have to learn to deal. I'm not going anywhere, Leese."
"I know," Lisa responded quietly.
"Glad to see that you finally understand how things work. Good for you."
Silence once more.
He released her and straightened his jacket. He could feel her eyes on him, but he ignored her. Two can play this game, Leese.
The plane landed semi-smoothly and Jackson clapped. Lisa remained frozen in her seat.
A loud PING filled the air and he glanced up at the seatbelt sign. A sudden pain pierced his throat and Lisa was climbing over him. He reached towards the pain and felt a pen?
She stabbed me with a fucking pen? What the hell is wrong with her?
Author's Notes:
Lisa's really weak in Jackson's eyes, and that's why she's portrayed as such a weak person in this story. The chase bit will be in the next chapter, which should be up tomorrow along with the possible epilogue. We'll see. Enjoy and thanks so much for the reviews!