Lisa watched the drag marks in the grass as she irritated and damaged the smooth green on her fathers lawn. Soil heaped and ridged under her bare heels as Jackson half dragged and half carried Lisa toward the road. All she knew was that she may as well have signed her own death sentence if Jackson managed to wrestle her into a car. She tripped up on his hard leather shoe, stubbing her large as he twisted her around toward the silver beamer he had told her about only a few hours earlier. How real it seemed. Hand still clamped over her mouth, she gave a muffled cry as the adrenaline helped keep her moving. How she resented him.
All at once, he slammed his forehead into her once again, white heat exploding behind her skull and head as she rebounded off the top of the car. She began to fade as Jackson still pushed and pulled her about like a rag doll, she could feel her hair stick around the edges of her face as her head hung. Now seated in the passenger's seat of the car, she watched the abrasive shoes in her line of sight, his heavy and hideous panting from effort deafening her ears. Before her eyes closed, he reached over a hastening hand, removing the sticking locks of her hair back from her face. An intense urge to cry found its way to her throat and behind her eyes as they finally drifted shut. Protecting her from the awful pain of the her world.
When Lisa awoke once more, her eyes opened brightness. harsh lights penetrated through her iris', heightening an, already, nasty was hot. She took deep breaths, her chest tight and aching. Her pain reminded her of her situation, of Jackson and the flight and the fear only increased the reality of it. She saw that she was in a car park. She squinted her eyes to see that she was at a railway station. 'West Pal-' Lisa could make out, the rest of the title hidden. 'West Palm Beach' She commended.
"We're still in Florida!" Lisa exclaimed out loud. She was even more surprised to see that she was unbound. Snapping off her seatbelt quickly, she fumbled for the door handle. Unsurprised that it was locked, she slammed her palm on the windows, realising that her heels would have come in very useful at this moment with a solid kick to the glass. Ripping open the glove compartment, she scrambled around to find only a few documents. CLambering over the seats, Lisa still couldn't find anything useful. Jackson had cleared out the car in anticipation for her waking up. She didn't have long. Climbing back into the passenger seat, she watched as a family strolled past a few feet in front of the car. A husband and wife with their son perhaps.
"Help!" She cried, fiercely bashing the windows with all her might.
"HELP ME!" She screamed, the little boy, no older than six years old, turned in her direction. He seemed to pick up on her distress as he began to pull back on his mother's hand.
"Help me! Call the police!" Lisa continued. The mother looked quizzically at the little boy, pulling on his limb to proceed forward. Lisa's slamming of her palms were beginning to ache. The father also looked at the little boy, following his line of sight to her wild and frightened eyes.
"Help me, Please! Get me out of here! Call the Police!" Lisa cried as the man walked toward the car, concern and fear etched on his face. He came right to the window, where the mother and son held back, her arms hugging his shoulders to her body as they watched.
"Are you ok? Do you need help?" He called with some wariness. Lisa nodded her head frantically.
"Please!" She asked.
"You have to hurry, he'll be back! Call the Police, please" She continued. Registering the need for urgency as he scanned her features, noting parts of her face she was sure was blood, he whipped out his phone.
"My name is Lisa Reisert! I've been kidnap-" She called to him, just as a shadow stalked the side of the car, and the sound of footfalls on tarmac traced the cars side. She heard a voice.
"No, Don't listen to him, Please!" She begged, tears falling uncontrollably down her face. Her head pounded, her adrenaline making her hands shake. She watched as Jackson lead them away toward the front of the car. An arm around the man's shoulders, he had changed, she noted, his style casual with a bag slung over his shoulder. He gestured and smiled, that obscene and charming grin on his sickly face. The man looked warily back to her and she continued to shake her head at him. The man's mannerisms changed to become more agitated and defensive, Jackson held up a hand and motioned toward the car. Lisa looked between them, puzzled at what was going on. The man called to his wife as Jackson came back toward her, a furious expression on his face, he put the key in the door and she looked up as he paused, his eyes promising pain if she were to do anything rash.
He slowly opened the car door, the click loud in the silence. She tensed, shifting in her position slightly and he leaned in and smiled at her, an evil and wicked lopsided grin.
"Hi Leese" He spoke, his voice hoarse and grating.
"Here's the deal, if you don't smile and make it look like your just a little upset about my leaving you and being mentally unstable, I will kill them. ALL of them." He accentuated, his meaning clear."Think before you do something stupid, Leese." He continued, still smiling but with a menacing tone. He turned to the man through the windscreen, Lisa did, also. She held his gaze for a moment. Wishing he could see her thoughts.
"Got it?" He asked slowly, hissing. She nodded, tears in her eyes. Her face broke out into an agonizing smile, holding up her arms in surrender and mouthed 'I'm sorry' before smiling again. He didn't look convinced. Sensing Jackson's tense and shift, Lisa whipped open her door at stumbled out before anyone could move.
"I'm sorry." She called as the man paused shuffling through his pockets. She came around to the front of the car.
"I'm sorry, I've been in an accident." She commented, pasting a fake smile on her face that she was so used to doing at work.
"He's right, I just panicked. Everything's ok now." She offered. Looking at the small boy, she then turned her eyes back to him.
"Thankyou." She whispered, voice failing. Shifting in her position.
"Are you sure?" He asked, looking back at Jackson with clear suspicion. Her heart broke at the familiar words and the comfort they gave her. She gave a broken smile.
"Yes... Im sure." She replied, he turned and walked back to the car.
"Sorry for that, pal, like I said, she's ok." Jackson's hiss called. Lisa clambered into her seat, barely containing her despair. Jackson got into the car, his movements sure and swift, the atmosphere was tense as they both watched the family walk off. Lisa pondered the reality that she'd never have a family and would probably never make it beyond the week if Jackson had his way.
Suddenly she felt her chin being grasped and turned toward him, his fingers not harsh on her face, looking at him, is pale skin, tired eyes and dishevelled appearance, she never felt so vulnerable as she gazed into the rough cut aquamarine eyes. A tear fell, trailing down her face and over his hand. His grip suddenly tightened painfully.
"Dont EVER do that again Lisa." He said in a calm voice. She felt an anger blossom within her chest, at a dangerous intensity.
"FUCK YOU!" She spat into his face before turning and ripping the door open. She went to stand before Jackson grappled with her, yanking her back by her top and hair, she let out a cry at the pain. He pulled harder.
"No Jackson! My Head hurts!" She exclaimed in pain , hand still in her hair, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her hair, bringing her ear near to his lips.
"My goddamn throat hurts, Leese! Like a bitch!" He hissed into her ear, she squirmed in his grasp.
"Your not going anywhere!" He said aggressively. Pulling harder on her hair.
"You can't do this! You Dont need me!" She replied in utmost fear. She felt him fumbling behind her, a zip opened, his hand was unrelenting in her hair as she tried to hit his shoulders and face.
"Stop it!" He commanded darkly, dodging her hits. She felt him twist back around, a cloth-covered her nose and mouth. he hand from her hair moved to her waist as he held her face. In horror she screamed, struggling and pushing against her restraints.
"Shhh..sh.. shh Leese." He spoke with an unnatural softness.
"Your stunts on the flight have left me with ALOT to deal with as well as wounds to tend to." He continued, clear fury in his tone as he shook her.
"You don't know what I need.." He said, a strange secret laced in his voice. Overwhelmed and drugged, Lisa fell unconscious, the darkness finally taking her away from the cruelties of the light.