A/N Swearing and violence in this chapter! Jackson may seem harsh but he is blinded by fury. Our Heroine will return, I promise!
Were she concentrating ,she would have felt Jackson's head move about the car, wary of the other passengers and their suspicions, his heavy breathing constantly reminded her of what she had done, of the ammunition for his insatiable fury to unfurl toward her, briefly, she considered the pain he must be in but swiped it away just as quickly. His grip on her tightened as the monorail came to a stop.
"Alert any suspicions, your father is dead." He seethed, releasing his grip on her as the doors opened.
"Your going to anyway, Jackson." She breathed as he pulled her after him. He didn't respond, instead, he seemed intent on his progress out of the airport, he also tried his phone but seemed to encounter the same lack of signal.
"Jackson, what are you doing? Not my father, please Jackson!" She cried, pulling against his hold.
"Keep your fucking hysterics down, Lisa." He demanded, gripping her face.
"Your coming with me. I always keep my promises." He continued, pulling her out to the parking lot.
"What promises? What do you mean?" She asked, her voice rising in panic, upon entering the parking lot, suddenly, the early Miami heat hit her, as well as the overwhelming desire to run. Punching him in the gut, he wheezed, coughing and relaxed his grip on her wrist. Dashing toward the exit, once again, however, Hades managed to catch up with her. Grabbing her shirt, she heard a loud tear as he fisted the fabric, making her trip and stumble as he grabbed her hair.
"You have pushed me too fucking far, woman!" He hissed, bashing her over the head with the phone. Dizzy, she felt her weight give out, but instead felt herself being lifted, the hideous hiss of Jackson Rippner loud in her face, tears fell over her cheeks. Dropping her legs down harshly onto the asphalt, she heard a car unlock distantly before being pushed into a leather seat. Taking deep breathes, she waited for her mind to clear and heard Jackson get into the drivers seat.
"What?.. Car?" She gasped.
"I had to get away after Starbucks somehow, Leese." He commented, though not for her benefit. Opening the glove compartment, he grabbed a pair of handcuffs, the metal shone harshly into her eyes. She looked at him for the first time properly since she told him of the rape. He looked like a mad-man, hair stuck to his forehead and hung over his eyes in a sinister manner, his skin was flushed and paler than usual. His eyes were completely devoid of emotion, a simmering anger replaced the quiet compassion she had seen there previous. Wide eyed, she began shaking her head.
"No.." She whispered, never more afraid to disobey him. He gave a lopsided snide grin. His eyes blazed.
"No Jackson!.. No!" She cried. Ripping her hand out of reach and struggling, grappling at the door, several obscenities later, he clicked the handcuffs unbearably tight on her wrists.
"Ah..Ow, please-"
"Save it." He interrupted. Face forward and determined, he drove away hastily. Lisa's mind went into over-drive, she had called the hotel, but what of her father? What was Jackon's plan? All she knew, was that she had to get away but her choices were getting fewer and fewer. A motion caught her attention, Jackson was dialling again.
"Who are you calling, Jackson?" She asked, a tremble to her voice, her hands itching to grab hold of the phone.
"What are you doing?" She cried, moving to take the phone. A beeping was heard, he pulled it away from his ear to view the screen, only to throw it angrily in the back-seat. In frustration, he dragged a hand through his hair and saw the tell-tale sign of stress in the jump of a muscle in his cheek. He suddenly turned to her.
"Did you use that phone, Leese?" He asked, a dangerous calm to his wheezing voice. Suddenly, the Miami heat made her boil.
"No.." She trailed, shaking her head, eyes wide.
"You sure about that?" He asked, eyes narrowed. She took an audible swallow.
"Yes.." She replied, voice shaky.
"There was no signal in the airport." she returned, her voice quivering to her dismay. She felt a hot tear cascade down her cheek. Suddenly his face contorted, his mouth twisted into a dangerous sneer, his eyes blazed with a humid anger, spitting fire into her face. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed her head to the dashboard.
"Don't lie to me!" He bellowed, voice cracking under the pressure.
"Did you call the fucking hotel?" He demanded, voice cracking with anger. She responded by a rising sob in her throat, a desperate sound even to her ears. He released her, the fire in her scalp receding. Slowly, she pulled her head back upright. Only to gaze down the street of Blossom Palms Lane.
Emotions careened out of control suddenly as the car came to a halt. The bubble of panic exploded violently in her chest, flailing her limbs every where, struggling and screaming like a mad woman. She punched her knuckles at the window, the metal handcuffs clinking and scratching the glass in turn. She turned her anger on an expectant Jackson. Undoing his seatbelt, he turned toward her and grabbed her cuffed wrists as they attempted to land on him, a growl emanated from his throat as he pinned them to her chest and leaned over her and into her seat.
"No!...No, no,no Jacks- No!" She repeated, gasping for air. He gave a nasty smile.
"Yes Lisa, you made your choice, Keefe over Daddy." He spat. In return, Lisa spat angrily in his face.
"All you had to do was make one phone call, Leese!" He yelled into her face, squeezing her neck aggressively.
"It's time.." He added quietly, releasing her, wiping the saliva from his face. He got out of the car, going around to Lisa's side and hauling her out, attempting a hefty kick but failing her target. She saw a suspicious man in a grey suit, glasses and grey hair. He reached into his jacket.
"DADDY!" She screamed at the top of her voice. Jackson's hand clamped harshly over it, the man got out a gun and pointed it right at her. Her limbs froze.
"What the hell is going on, Jackson?" The man asked. A shadow of a figure came to the doorway of the house, Lisa struggled and cried muffled words against Jackson's hand, the outline of her father shadowing the scenario outside. The man twisted in his step and aimed the gun at Joe Reisert, but with a cry, Joe dodged into another room. His previous military training reliving past situations. She began to cry as the man hastened in, gun pulled and alert.
"Stop fighting." Jackson demanded in a quiet hiss.
"We don't wanna miss the show." He added, dragging her toward the house.