The man pulled the gag out of Natalie's mouth and she immediately tried to scream. But the man was quick and put his hand over her mouth. "Not that anyone is going to hear you out here, but I don't want you to scream any more then you have to, not to mention I have a terrible hangover."
"W…what do you want with me?" Natalie asked in a trebling voice
"I have a grudge against your family."
"I they died when I was little. I don't remember anything about them! Why do you want me?" Natalie asked, tears running down her face.
"All will be known in due time. Don't worry, I will tell you before I kill you," Natalie gasped and the man smiled. "But I want to get to know a little about you first."
Natalie shrunk back in her chair and screamed for help, but no one heard.
Lisa was shaken awake by a sudden jolt of movement. Wait, she thought. My bed doesn't move… Her eyes shot open and she sat up fast, which she immediately regretted. The world started to spin and she heard a familiar voice,
"That wasn't the smartest thing to do, Leese. You have one hell of a head injury; you need to take it slow." She felt a hand on her chest push her back down onto the seat she had been in and met the cold blue eyes of Jackson.
Her brain told her that she needed to get up and out from under his touch as fast as possible, but something made her stop. "Where are we?"
"We are currently heading for one of my hide outs so you can get changed and I can get the proper tools."
Lisa looked around and finally noticed that she was in a car. She looked down and saw she was still in her nightgown. "I knew," said Jackson. "That if I had changed you into different set of clothes you would be pissed at me."
Lisa sat up slowly and smiled ever so slightly. Then the terrible words rang through her head like a gun shot to her fragile mental state; "You are lucky that Rippner wants his revenge." She tried her hardest to suppress her sobs, but tears came regardless. For a moment, she had forgotten what he had done to her, and what he had threatened to do to her and her family. For a moment she had forgotten he was a ruthless killer with a bad aim.
"What are you crying for now?" Jackson asked. "I have always hated it when women cry."
"You are a murderer and you just kidnapped me, what do you think I am going to do, laugh?" she spit viscously
Jackson sighed and said, "You said you would do anything to get Natalie back and this is that anything. I had to make it look like I kidnapped you so you could help me find her."
She turned towards the window. She couldn't seem to get the phrase 'Are you going to kill me?' out of her mouth so she asked, "Did you wreck my house?"
"What?"
"You said that you had to make it look like you really kidnapped me, so did you wreck my house?"
"No. That is really unprofessional. I didn't even wreck your bed getting you out. I left everything the way it was."
"What about my father?" she turned her tearstained face towards him, looking him in the eyes.
"Come again?"
She knew that even if Jackson had told her father that he was going to fake kidnap her to get Natalie back, he would still worry, but for lack of the courage to ask if he was going to kill her, she mumbled out, "My father. Does he know that I wasn't really kidnapped?"
"Of course not. If he knew, he would tell the police." For the next half an hour, they sat in silence. Jackson broke it by saying, "I am sorry, you know."
"For which one of the terrible memories you gave me?" Lisa retorted back, wiping the tears off of her mascara streaked face.
"I sorry that Natalie was taken from you. I know how hard that is."
Lisa whipped her body around to face Jackson and said hatefully, "You know nothing of the pain I have gone through in these past few days. You have never lost someone and not known where they are. You have not had these dreams and premonitions and feelings that she is dead in a ditch somewhere or she is in so much pain and there is nothing you can do to save her. So don't talk to me about pain, Jackson. Don't tell me that you know what I am going through. You have never lost someone before."
I lost you. He thought, his heart breaking because of Lisa's pain. And for the last fifteen minutes of the trip to the hide out, Jackson and Lisa sat in a sad, thick silence; the only thing breaking the sound was the soft tap of Lisa's tears hitting the floor of the car.
Sorry for the delay. Terrible writers block and school. But I am sick today and stayed home from school, so I had a chance to bring you the next chapter in this installment. Thanks to all who read and reviewed! Thank you all for sticking with me and not giving up on me!
Love,
Celia
