Chapter Nine
Sitting on the desk, next to the window, Lisa looked over the fields of flowers. Her hair still wet from the shower she had just emerged from. Bags created from her sobs, showed under Lisa's green eyes, along with scabs, that covered her hands from the day before, when she had been pounding them uncontrollably against the door. The pain had left a long time ago, but the memories were embeded in the red cuts on her flesh forever.
Jackson had not yet unlocked the door for her to come out, or for him to come in. Lisa began to wondered if he would actually open the door at all. Last night she had heard Rupert get into his car and leave. And this morning, she had been awakened by the noise of Jackson at work in the kitchen. She could hear him turn on the kitchen sink, and the clattering of pans. Getting out of bed, she had decided to take a shower to try and tame the masive headache pounding at her skull. Also to try and ease the throbing pain of her sore body.
She had been slightly disturbed to find that Jackson had provided her with many of her favorite bathroom supplies. Such as her favorite shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and even her favorite type of razor. The thought of how he knew what she liked to use, made her sick to her stomach, but it passed quickly. After her hot shower, she had dug through her suit case and pulled out a pair of black sweats and a white tank top.
Seeing all the flowers in the field, put her mind at rest for a moment. Though, it did not last long before she began to think about the events of the day before. She wished she could go back and do things differently.
"Leese."Jackson said, standing a few feet in the room. Startled by his presence, Lisa had jumped up a little too quickly and fell off the top of the desk, landing on the wood floor. Rubbing her back, Jackson chuckled at her clumsiness and started back out the door."Breakfast is on the table."
Damnit! He thinks he can just sneak in here, then laugh at me when I fall?! Lisa was furious, but got over her anger quickly. Glad that Jackson was finally allowing her out of her prison.
Downstairs in the kitchen, two plates rested on the mahogony table. Jackson was pouring orange juice into two glasses. Lisa sat at a chair in front of one of the plates of food. The whole time studying Jackson as he put away the juice and joined her, handing her a glass.
"Thank you."Lisa whispered, looking at her plate of food. There was pancakes in the middle, smoothered in maple syrup. Surrounding it was two strips of bacon, and an assortment of fruits.
"You're welcome."Jackson returned, glancing at Lisa. Who picked up her fork and began to stuff her mouth. He knew she was mad with him, and knew that she probably was not in any mood to talk to him, but he had to know."Lisa...do you love Adam?"
A little surprised by the question, Lisa almost choked on the orange juice she had been drinking to wash down the food. Finally clearing her throat, she looked back at Jackson, who had not touched any of his food.
"What?"She asked, but she had heard him very clearly the first time.
"Do you love him?"Jackson sounded a little irritated with having to repeat his question which had been hard enough to ask the first time."Adam, do you love him?"
"No...I don't love him."Lisa assured him, starring at her food than back up at Jackson."I only went to dinner with him, because...he seemed lonely."
"Lonely?"Jackson asked, then laughed a little at himself when Lisa nodded at him."You went out with him because he seemed lonely?"
"Yes. What more do you want me to say?"She was becoming iritated herself.
"Nothing, I just don't get how you work..."He took a sip of his juice in front of him.
"Look, I would think that you would know exactly how I think considering the time you spent watching me!"She hissed, angry at the way he was acting.
"Lisa, I didn't mean to offend you."He was stopped by Lisa.
"Offend me! Jack, I am hurt and would think that you would know better then anyone else why I went to dinner with Adam!"Her whole body was turned to Jackson, and tears threatened to surface once more.
He looked at her, seeing the pain in her eyes. Realizing why she had gone to dinner, and he felt sorry for her. Lisa was lonely just like Adam, and she had noticed that in Adam. Ever since Lisa had been raped, she had never been in a serious relationship. Then came along him. Changing her whole life, without her coming willingly.
"I'm...i'm sorry."Jackson took Lisa's hand in between both his, stroking the top of it. He examined it, and saw the scabs on her hand. Knowing he had caused it, just like all the other bruises that outlined her fragile body.
"I have never loved anyone in my life."Lisa's bottom lip quivered a little."So many...people have hurt me."
Seeing a tear escape from her green eyes, Jackson wiped it away with his thumb, then wrapped his arms around Lisa's small figure. His nose buried in her hair, breathing in her beautiful scent."I know, Lisa. And you have been so strong."
He held her tightly for a long time, letting her weap in his arms. She was exhausted from having to fight constantly for who she stood for, and he could feel her strength drain from her. Jackson picked her up by the legs and back, her holding on to his neck, her face against his chest, and carried her into her room, gently lying her on her bed. Turning to leave, Jackson felt Lisa's hand take him by the arm.
"Jack, please stay with me."Jackson grasped her hand and layed down next to her, holding her to his chest.
"You just need some rest."He comforted her, running his hand through her silky, auburn hair. She slid her legs under the covers, holding tightly onto Jackson's grey t-shirt, afraid to let him go.
"Promise me you will be here when I wake up."Lisa stared up into his blue eyes. Jackson hugged her tighter, and closed his them, thinking about all he had done to her.
"I promise you."He assured her, pulling her head back, and landing a soft, tender kiss on Lisa's lips."Now just get some sleep."
It didn't take long for Lisa to give in to the overwelming sensation of sleep. For a few minutes, Jackson watched Lisa sleep. Wishing he hadn't ruined her life, and never had hurt her. Eventually, Jackson joined Lisa in sleep. Still holding her in his arms. He would keep his promise to her.
Hours passed, and neither Lisa or Jackson moved. Still clinging to each other. Lisa was claimed by the memories of her haunting past.
It was bright and very warm outside, Lisa had decided to get off early from her shift at the Lux Atlantic. Just earlier, her father, had called her asking if she wanted to go to lunch with him.
She got to her car and fished through her pocket for her keys. Lisa was wearing a short sleeve jacket, which covered her white tanktop. She had a skirt that went half way down her thighs. For work, she had to wear something that made her look professional, but she also wanted something that wouldn't be to hot.
A man walked up behind her, and she hadn't noticed until she could feel his breath on her neck. Spinning around, Lisa met face to face with a young man a little older than she was at the time. She let out a small, startled scream. Who the hell is this? She thought, not thinking twice about what danger she might be in.
"Excuse me?"Lisa tried to get around the man, only when he kept blocking her did fear set in. She kicked him hard in the shin, then tried to run back towards the hotel. She wished she had parked closer to the entrance.
The man snagged her by the waist and brought a hand up to her mouth, preventing her from screaming.He forced her into the backseat of a black car. Closing the door behind him as he joined her. Franticlly, Lisa reached for the other door, trying to free herself. She was ripped away just as she found the handle, and found herself pinned under the mans weight.
"No! Stop! Let me go! Please I'll do anything!"Lisa begged through a blanket of tears. She watched as the man ignored her pleas and unzipped his blue jeans.Lisa screamed, kicking her legs all over, trying to get out from under him. She got her hand free from his grasp, and punched the man hard in the face.
Angered, he quickly pulled out a knife, placing it on Lisa's flesh, just above her left breast. Pressing it hard into her skin, dragging it a few inches. Blood trickled down her bare chest, and Lisa screamed in pain. She could feel her own blood escape from her body, and the fear of him killing her sank in.
"Look what you've made me do."He teased, moving the knife away from her skin and back up against her neck. He peeled off her bloody jacket and shirt, tossing them to the floor of the car. Then he slipped off her skirt along with her underwear. And he started to kiss roughly at her neck and face.
"Please! Don't do this!"Lisa tried again, but he just took off her bra, continuing kissing her flesh. Then kissing her on the lips.
"Lisa!"Jackson screamed, shaking her awake. Her eyes opened, tears flowing from them. A pair of worried blue eyes peered back into hers. Her clothes clung to her damply from her sweat. He brushed her wet hair back from her face. She put a hand to her scar, holding it like it was still bleeding.
"Jack."She whispered, her body tembled violently. Feeling safe again, Lisa rested her face on Jackson's shoulder, still holding her scar. He embraced her tightly, rocking her back and forth in his arms, trying to calm her fierce sobs.
"It's ok Lisa, you're safe."He comforted her, pressing his lips against her forehead. Lisa shook in his arms, and he tried hard to steady her.
For several minutes, neither one talked. Just sat there on the bed. Lisa finally managed to stop crying, and she felt more drained then ever. It felt so right, to be held in Jackson's arms. And she knew that she shouldn't feel this way about him. The sun was still hung high in the sky, indicating it was around noon. You could feel the Miami heat rushing into the bedroom.
Pulling back from Lisa, just enough to look her in the eyes, Jackson cupped her face in both of his hands. She closed her eyes for a little longer than a standard blink, then reopened them, staring back at Jackson. Her face was flushed from crying, and the bags under her eyes were very defiant. For the first time since Jackson had kidnapped her, he saw a Lisa he did not recognize. She was skinnier then he remebered from the flight, and you could see some of her bones poking out just a little. Those green eyes that use to show so much strength and power, now showed weakness and depression. He had done this to her. He was the reason that Lisa could no longer depend on just herself.
Jackson ran a hand down her arm, then pulled her back into his own arms. Squeezing her tight."Are you ok?"He asked, looking back into her eyes.
"Yeah. I'm ok."She exhaustedly said to him, then layed her head down onto her pillow. Jackson proped himself up on the bed with one elbow, holding up his head. He combed his fingers through her hair.
"What was it about?"He cautiously continued. Jackson wanted to know what could have sent Lisa into such a state of fear. Afraid that it might have been him who she dreamed about.
"What?"Lisa traced his hand with her fingertip. Trying not to look at him, she watched her own hand trace his.
"You know what i'm asking Lisa."He didn't sound iritated, but he did sound a little dissapointed that she would try to play off his question.
She stared up at him, gripping his hand in hers."Old memories."She flatly said, holding back a tear. Jackson sighed, then put his head down on a pillow, only a couple inches from Lisa's face.
"It was about me-"He started to say, but Lisa put a finger to his lips, shaking her head rapidly."No. No. It wasn't about you."She smilled a little.
"I'm sorry for what I did to you."Jackson apologized. Lisa closed her eyes, thinking back to the flight, and everything he had done. He waited for a long moment, watching Lisa swallow hard then open her eyes to look at him.
"Jack..."Lisa began, then stopped to clear her throat again."...I forgive you."
Jackson tossed the dishes from the table into the sink, after scrapping off their breakfast into the trash. He could hear water running from upstairs, and guessed it was probablly Lisa taking another shower. She had woken from her nightmare in a cold sweat. Soaking her clothes and blankets.
The kitchen was quiet, except for the radio Jackson had turned on. It played song after song, sending Jackson into deep thoughts. Until Lisa walked in, wearing jeans and a tank top.
"Have a nice shower?"Jackson asked, walking over to where Lisa stood.
"Yes."She smilled as Jackson grabbed her by the hands. He wanted so much not to ruin the moment, but knew he had to some time.
"Um...Lisa, I have to..."He tried to think of how to put his question in words."Well, I have to finish a job today."
Lisa looked down at the tiled floor, pulling her hands from his grasp. Jackson reached his hand up, taking her chin between his thumb and finger. Making her look up at him.
"Lisa, if I could, I would quit this job."He confessed. Ever since he had been emloyed in this job, he had wondered if he could ever retire from it. He had planned on the Keefe's assingement to be his last. He had several bank accounts, all with thousands of dollars in them, and it would be enogh to last him. But since he had failed that job, the company was forcing him to stay with it, and continue on.
"Then quit!"Anger was boiling under Lisa's skin, she wanted to change Jackson from being a murderer, and help make him into a normal person, working a normal job. Hearing him tell her that he wanted to quit, but hadn't made her angry at him and angry at herself for thinking that she could make a difference in his life.
"I can't. They have threatened to kill me, Leese."He tried hard to get Lisa to see what he was trying to tell her."I have no choice-"
"Yes you do! Jack, you said that you loved me."She put her hands on his chest, griping his shirt.
"I do love you."He replied, a little hurt from her even trying to use that against him."That is why I must stay with this job."
Giving up, Lisa let go of Jackson and walked over to the island where she sat down, holding her head with both hands. Jackson joined her, putting an arm around her shoulders. He brought her in close to him.
"Lisa, you have to understand."He begged her."I don't want to loose you."Then he began to wonder about what he had to do today. He couldn't just leave Lisa here, she might try to run. And he couldn't tie her down, it would hurt him to much to see her that way. Taking her with would make the job even more harder on both him and her. Damn...what am I suppose to do?
"We can run away together, and leave all this behind. Jack we-"He stopped Lisa from continuing.
"Running is not the way out. No matter where we go, they will find us. They make sure there is no loose ends. We are lucky they aren't trying to kill us now."Jackson informed her, hoping she would realize the situation they were in.
She looked at him, seeing Jackson this way made her afraid. Jackson had what looked like fear in his eyes, the whole time Lisa had known Jackson, she had never seen him afraid. No one could scare Jackson, and when he was scared, she was terrified.
"Look, I need to get this job done. And after, maybe I can talk to the company and try to convince them to let me retire."Jackson tried to sound strong, and not afriad."Can I trust you, to stay here until I return?"
A little surprised at his trust in her, Lisa stared at him hard, trying to study his expression. Just the night before he had chased her down and locked her up in her room. And now today, he was asking her if he could just leave her on her own.
"Leese, can I trust you?"Jackson was calm but the way he talked, made him sound almost scolding. Like a parent scolding a child for breaking an antique. She finally nodded her head at him, not wanting to speak, afraid it might come out sounding shaky.
"Good."He sighed while he said this. Then he patted the side of her cheek. It sent terrible memories of him in the past through her mind. The way he had attacked her in the restroom. Jackson was no longer the Jackson who had held her earlier, comforting her. He was now the manager of some assasination organization, and had a job to get done. When he patted her on the face, it sent her mind racing back to that one incident. The one thing that first made Lisa realize how dangerous he could really be.
"I was wondering-"Jackson smirked, then stopped as he glanced over at the restroom mirior. He saw Lisa's desperate message written in soap on the reflecting glass, and he lunged forward at Lisa, grabbing her by the mouth and shoving her back into the restroom. Locking the door behind him then smashing his body into Lisa's.
Lisa tried to scream and fight Jackson away from her by pushing her hands on his shoulders, but he still forced her onto the closed toilet seat.
"Dont fight me!"He scolded, pushing his one hand hard on her shoulder, and the other on her mouth, preventing her from screaming."You are all worked up from being so clever. Breathe."Jackson roughly whispered as he examined the plea for help on the mirrior.
They both could hear someone outside talking, and Jackson looked back at the restroom door. After he was sure no one had suspected anything of his actions, he grabbed Lisa by the arm and slammed her into the wall, bringing up his hand to her face. He clenched her face hard, forcing Lisa to look at him. His face so close to hers that they almost touched.
"Please...stop whoever is at my dad's house."Lisa pleaded, not looking at him. Pressing harder on her face, and forcing it into the restroom wall, Jackson snapped back at her. "I already have by TWICE, intercepting these little comuniques! You know, if this had gotten into the hands of a by-the-book stewardist, she would have gone straight to the cockpit and we would have landed somewhere else."He rasped."If that happens, Leese. Our guy in the BMW is gonna know about it. So do dad a favor, and stop gambling with his life!"
Fear bloomed in Lisa's eyes, and she remembered back to the two years before when she had been raped. She looked over at Jackson, and was surprised to see something softer, and weaker, unravel in his icy blue eyes. Jackson knew she had seen it, and felt almost vulnerable in front of her. It made him become angrier than before. He didn't want Lisa to see him this way.
"You don't have to do this...any of this."Lisa tried hard to bring him over to her side, to try and make him see from her prespective. He gave her a quick smirk, shaking his head at her just once. Clenching his jaw, where Lisa could see his jaw bone. His eye was caught by the sight of what looked like a small section of a scar above Lisa's left breast. Jackson took his free hand, and with his thumb, pulled her shirt down just enough to see the whole scar. Still holding the shirt down, keeping it to where the scar was still showing, Jackson glanced up at her with his eyes, then back down to the scar.
"Someone do that to you?"Jackson asked, his voice was calmer. Lisa did not want him to know what the scar was from. So she shook her head, and whispered,"No."
Jackson could see that she was lying, by her eyes. Agitated by her lying, Jackson tried one more time."Is that what it is?"Jackson was tired of her lying. Not once, this whole flight had he lied to her. And yet, Lisa was telling lie after lie.
She started to shake in his hand, and her eyes threatened to let tears run free.
"No."She tried to lie, but it came out shaky and she knew that Jackson didn't belive her. It made him angry, and he pressed even harder on her face.
"You know what I think?"He asked angirly, then he threw Lisa across the restroom, and his hands found her neck. Squeezing hard on her throat, he pressed his lips to Lisa's ear. "You know what I think? I think you're not such an honest person. I followed you for eight weeks...and not once did I see you order anything but a fucking sea breeze!"
Lisa fought for air, and could hear every word Jackson told her. This is it...Im going to die here...Lisa started to think.
"I can't breathe, I can't breathe."Lisa chocked out. Jackson held her throat a little longer, then ripped his hand away from her, turning on the sink. Her throat stung, and it hurt to try to get air to her lungs. She pressed her face against the wall, trying to catch her breath, and hold herself up.
"I've never lied to you, Leese. You know why? 'Cause it doesn't serve me."Jackson harshley talked. Leaning in close to Lisa, while wipping away at the soapy message on the mirror."We're both professional. We have the will and means to follow through."He tossed the wet paper towel into the sink and weted down another one. Lisa tried hard to keep herself up, but it was difficult because her legs were shaking.
"Cause when we don't, our customers aren't happy, and when they're not, our lives go to shit."Jackson finished wipping away the message and with his hand, rested it on one side of Lisa's cheek, forcing her to look at him."And that's not gonna happen. Is it?"He looked hard into Lisa's eyes.
It took everything she had left to try not to back away from him, but she simply let out a small no.
"Good."Jackson continued."Now, the phones are working again, are you sure we have a deal this time?"
Hearing him, she looked away from his cold, heartless blue eyes. Only to meet them again as Jackson moved his head lower to look at her in the eyes again."Huh?"He watched her, hoping she would agree finally to his plan.
Giving up her fight, Lisa nodded her head once at him, and mouthed 'yes'. He let out a sigh of relief, letting himself relax a little. It had taken almost the whole flight to finally get Lisa to agree to the phone call, and he was tired.
"Peachy."Jackson said through a sigh of relief, then he released her face, pulling back to take one last look at his reflection. He ran his fingers through his brown, wavy hair, then he saw Lisa sink to the floor. She closed her eyes, and the guilt started to sink in. No matter what I do...I will end up making this call... She thought to herself, knowing there was no way out for her.
"Lisa. Let's get this taken care of."He kelt down beside her, taking her face in his hand again."Then I will walk out of your life."
She let him pull her to her feet, and straightened as he patted her cheek."Well, thanks for the quickie."He said mockingly., then turned and opened the restroom door."Come on."Jackson nodded his head towards the aisle of the plane outside the restroom.
Reluctantly, Lisa stumbled out of the airplane restroom, Jackson following right behind her the whole way back to her seat. Except the few seconds he had been stopped by the flight attendant. When his back was turned, Lisa saw a pen on the floor of the airplane, and she quickly picked it up, sliping it into the side of her skirt. At the time, she really didn't know what to do with it, but knew she needed something to defend herself against this man she had been brutally held hostage by for the last few hours.
"Lisa?"Jackson broke her thoughts, leaning in close to her face. His eyes were still cold, but there was concern behind them."Are you ok?"
"Yeah...I was just thinking."Lisa assured him. He stared at her for a little longer, trying to study her expression, then finally walked out of the kitchen. Lisa sat there in the kitchen, playing with a pen she had found on the island. Rolling it back and forth through her fingers, it made her think of how she had stabbed the pen on the airplane through the skin of Jackson's neck. The look in his eyes appeared almost to be fear. She was escaping from him, and he needed to have control over her the whole time.
"It shouldn't take long, and I should be back in a few hours."Jackson informed her, as he walked back into the kitchen. He was wearing the same suit that he had worn on the plane, except the shirt was new. Still the same color and style, but had no blood stains or holes where he had been shot by the bullets. He adjusted his jacket, then glanced at his watch."Don't do anything you might regret."Jackson sent a warning look at Lisa, then he kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"How...long? Do you think."She chocked out, hating that he was about to kill a guy that didn't deserve it.
"I'm not sure."He flatly said, stopping at the door. He watched Lisa play with the pen, and knew what she was thinking. Not realizing it, he reached his hand up to his neck, softly rubbing the stab wound she had inflicted on him. She looked up at him and saw him quickly pull his hand down.
"I have to go."He said, wanting it to sound steady but it sounded angry. Lisa got up from the chair and walked over to him. She put her fingers to the scar on his neck, Jackson didn't flinch or move a muscle. Just watched Lisa massage his neck.
"Does...it hurt?"She asked. Still examining his neck. Jackson took Lisa's wrists, pulling them away from his neck. Lisa could see anger flicker in his eyes, and wished she hadn't brought it up. She expected him to hurt her somehow, but instead, he hugged her.
"No."He had no expression in his voice, and he then released Lisa and started for the front door. Lisa watched as he brought out a key in his pocket and unlocked the door. Light rushed in, blinding Lisa for a few seconds, but then her eyes adjusted to it. Jackson was still in the door way, looking back at Lisa. Trying to decide wether it was a good idea to leave Lisa alone. Deep inside him, he knew he shouldn't, but he wanted to be able to trust her. So Jackson Rippner headed out the door and jumped into his BMW. Leaving Lisa to choose the right choices for herself, whatever they may be.
A few minutes passed since Jackson disapeared into the distance, and Lisa was now sitting in her room, looking over the fields of flowers. She couldn't just sit here and do nothing, she loved Jackson, but needed to stop him from what he was going to do to Adam. Getting up from her seat, Lisa headed down the hallway, and into Jackson's office. She reached the desk and picked up the phone that was cradled on the reciever. Putting it up to her ear, she heard no dial tone.
"Shit!"Lisa mumbled to herself, then she clicked end and tossed the phone to the side. Of course the phone doesn't work... She thought angirly. Most of her anger directed towards Jackson. He probably knew that I would do this.
Searching through the drawers, Lisa tried to find a set of keys or something she could use to free herself from Jackson's house. Wait...my purse... Lisa forgot she had been allowed to bring her purse, so she ran back to her bedroom, opening up her purse that had been sitting on the nightsatnd. Taking out her cell phone, she tried to turn it on. Nothing happened. She opened up the back of her phone and found there was no battery in it. Damnit Jack!
I have to worn Adam...I can't let Jack kill him... She was determined to warn Adam, she just didn't know how to get out of this house. Lisa ran into the kitchen, pawing at the small window. It wouldn't open up any farther than a few inches. Lisa was small, but not small enough to squeeze through the even smaller opening. Frustrated, and angry at Jackson for locking her away. Then her concentration was broken by a scratching noise coming from the front room. peering around the corner, Lisa could hear that the noise was coming from the the other side of the front door. Lisa darted up the stairs, ducking into a closet in Jackson's room. His smell was surronding her, coming from all of his suits that were hung up in the closet. Whoever was at the door, was not here to save her. That much Lisa could sense.
She heard the door fling open, then the muffled footsteps coming up the stairs. Jack...I need you. She screamed in her mind, as she tried to keep as quiet as she could.
"Lisa. Don't hide from me."Ruperts taunting voice echoed through the halls."I will find you."
Lisa's eyes widened from hearing the familliar voice. Without Jackson in his way, who knew what he would do to her if he ever got a hold of her. She heard him open up the door to Jackson's room, and him open up the bathroom door. Her heart raced as she heard him move to the closet. Quietly searching with her hand, Lisa ran her fingers around the closet for anything to defend herself. Jackson had to have weapons hidden all over the house. Then there it was, a small knife laying in the folds of Jackson's dirty laundry.
Just as the closet doors opened, Lisa threw herself out at Rupert, stabbing him in the side. He bent down and pulled out a hand gun. But it was too late, Lisa was already descending the stairs and headed for the front door. He ran after her, holding his stab wound tightly, trying to stop the blood. Running onto the porch, he spotted Lisa darting across the field. Aiming his gun, he started firing, chasing after her.
Lisa screamed at the sound of bullets whizing past her body, and she ran faster then she ever had before. "Help!"She screamed, hoping that somehow, her cries could be heard all the way from across the acres of land. Rupert was catching up to her, slowly, but he was getting closer, and still unloading rounds from his gun. He aimed low, not wanting to kill her just yet, all he wanted was to stop her from escaping.
All it took was one shot to the leg, and it sent Lisa to the ground. Pain sped up through Lisa's right leg, and she cried out. She tried to get up, but fell back down. Looking behind her, she could see Rupert had slowed to a fast walk. Not knowing what to do, Lisa began to crawl, all though she only made it a few feet before Rupert ripped her to her feet. He put her arm around his neck, and headed back to where Lisa could see a silver car.
"I would have loved not to have shot you, but you gave me no choice."He sardonically said. Lisa tried to put weight on her right leg, but it only sent unbearable pain through her body.
"Why are you doing this?"Lisa hissed, hoping that Jackson would miraculously show up right that very moment.
"Just making sure Rippner finishes the job."Rupert sneered at her. They reacched the car, and Rupert pushed Lisa into the backseat of the car. He got into the drivers side and backed the car out of the driveway. Lisa held her leg, putting pressure on it, trying to stop the rushing blood.
"I need to stop the bleeding."She angirly yelled at Rupert.
"Maybe when we reach where we are headed."He turned the car onto the freeway."You aren't the only one hurt, remember? The little stab wound you so kindly put in my side."
She ignored him, rolling her eyes in disgust. Looking out the window, Lisa watched as Rupert sped past cars. It only took them minutes to arrive at their destination. Lisa didn't recognize the place at first, then she saw Adam's car in the driveway. Desperatley looking around, Lisa spotted Jackson's Beamer parked across the street. Both guilt, and a rush of protection overwhelmed Lisa. She knew why they were here, it was to kill Adam, but also, Rupert wouldn't dare touch her if Jackson was around. Right?
Rupert got out after parking behind Jackson's car, then he dragged Lisa out from the backseat. She screamed but it was silenced by Ruperts hand. "Ssh, Leese. Don't want to let dear old Adam know we are here just yet."He mocked.
Walking across the street, well, more of being dragged across the street, Lisa saw Jackson appear out of the front door way, bearing a gun in his right hand. He didn't seem to notice them, and was peering in the windows. She bit hard into Rupert's flesh on his hand, forcing him to take his hand away from her mouth for just a moment.
"Jack!"Lisa managed to scream before Rupert covered her mouth again. Jackson looked over, a little shocked to see her. Then he saw her limping, and he could see blood soaking Lisa's pant leg. A sudden rush of anger wiped over him, and he found himself wanting to run to her side and kill Rupert right then. He forget everything, forgot about the plan to kill Adam, and all the horrible things he had done in the past. All he could think about, was Lisa.
Narrowing his eyes on Rupert, he started over to them, aiming his gun to Rupert. Rupert pulled out his hand gun and held it up to the side of Lisa's head. Tears began to fall from Lisa's eyes once again. Jackson stopped mid step, his gun still held steady in his grip.
"Jack...I wont do anything as long as you succecfully pull through with this plan."Rupert reassured him.
"What the hell do you call that?"Jackson pointed his other hand at Lisa's wounded leg.
"She brought that upon herself."He smirked."If she didn't try to run from me, it would have never happened."
"You sick bastard!"Jackson scoffed through cleched teeth.
"We're only here to make sure you follow the plan."Rupert leaned his cheek against Lisa's, making her shake.
"What the fuck do you think i'm doing here? Having tea with the god damn target?!"Jackson spat, wanting to just take the upset Lisa in his arms. Now he wished more than ever that he would have never left Lisa alone. She wasn't strong enough to defend herself against any of his associates.
"Just get it done, Rippner."Rupert had a venomous grin across his face. Looking to a terrified Lisa, then back at Rupert, Jackson felt like he had been backed into a cornor, and stabbed in the heart. Leaving him weak and defensless. Unable to protect and fight for the one and only thing he loved. He couldn't do anything to get Rupert away from Lisa. Not unless he killed Adam.
Ok, it took me forever to get this chapter up and I apologize for making you wait this long. I am starting school and I will have other things that I will have to do but I will try my best to get this story all finished. Anyways, this was a long chapter, and I hope that it was an ok chapter to read. Thank you again for all the reviews and I hope to get more. I wil try to get chapter ten up soon. Yay! I have reached the double digits!