Chapter 7

Jackson's POV

Focus. I need to focus. What happen? Breathe. You've been trained for this god dammit! Come on. Open up your eyes.

Slowly the world around me began to come into focus. And I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Yes I was still in the car but it was no longer on the road. That stupid bitch had grabbed the wheel and ran the car into a ditch. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

That's when he realized he was alone in the car. Lisa was nowhere to be found. God dammit! That stupid bitch! How could I be so stupid and let something like this happen?

He unclicked his seatbelt- thank god I was wearing one otherwise the bitch might have killed me- and exited the vehicle. He took in his surroundings looking for any sign of Lisa.

He walked around to the passenger side of the car figuring that was how she exited the vehicle, he was right. There was a small pool of blood on the ground. So she managed to hurt herself, serves her right. He looked away from the car and began to follow the trail of blood she had left behind.

I'm coming for you Lisa, don't you worry.

Lisa's POV

She had no idea how long she had been running for or where she was running too. All that she knew was that she had to keep moving because if Jackson caught her, there would be no hope for her.

Suddenly she began to feel slightly dizzy. What do you expect, I was just in a car accident. Her leg was throbbing, probably from all the running. But that's when she looked down at her leg and saw that she had a large gash across her thigh. It must've happen when she climbed out the car window. She had so much adrenaline running through her that it took until now to notice.

Shit. Now that she realized what was wrong with her, she began to feel more light headed, the adrenaline beginning to run out of her. She decided she needed to sit down and take a break to address the wound. It was risky, but she really didn't have a choice.

She sat down slowly as to not rub her wound against anything. It was bleeding all over her, now that she was sitting down. She wanted to take off the light jacket she had been wearing, deciding she needed to tie something around her leg to slow down the bleeding, but her hands were still cuffed so there wasn't much she could do.

"Ahhhh" She let out a blood-curdling scream when she began to dab the wound with the ends of her jacket. She couldn't help it, but regretted it the moment it escaped her. She just gave away her location. She had to get up and start moving again, she had no idea how long Jackson was out for after she left. He could be right on her trail for all she knew.

So she cautiously stood up and slowly put pressure onto her bad leg. She winced at the shooting pain that pulsed through her leg. She turned around trying to figure out which direction she should run. As she slowly turned around, something utterly horrifying caught her eye and froze her to the spot she was standing, rendering her immobile in fear.

She couldn't believe her eyes. There was Jackson making his way down the hill- seriously it hadn't been long for him to catch up to her. He was heading straight in her direction, but she wasn't sure if he had noticed her or not yet, she certainly wasn't planning on waiting around to find out.

She took off running in the opposite direction he was coming from. The pain was excruciating, her leg was throbbing and with each step she took more blood came out of her wound. She wanted to stop but knew she couldn't, not with him this close.

She wasn't sure how long she had been running for since seeing Jackson but had figured it was around half an hour. There had been no sign of Jackson since she saw him running down the hill. Maybe he hadn't seen her after all and maybe he was running in a completely different direction then her. She could only hope that this was the reality, however that would be too lucky to happen to her.

She was coming around a large boulder that stood at least 5 feet taller than her, when an arm stuck out and caught her right in the throat. She flew back onto the ground gasping for air; she literally had no idea what hit her. Suddenly she saw a pair of black Italian shoes standing next to her, and all she wanted to do was crawl up into a ball and die.

Jackson stood towering over her with that damn smirk on his face, reveling in the fact that he had caught her yet again. He loved how hopeless and broken she looked and he couldn't wait to punish her. She would surely regret what she did to him and how stupid she was to think that taking such action was a good idea. He looked her helpless body up and down, until he found what he was looking for.

Jackson bent down next to Lisa's face and turned her head so she was forced to look him in the eye. She began to whimper in his grasp. Awe poor little Lisa, Jackson thought. "Shhh… Lisa Lisa Lisa, what am I going to do with you? It always has to be the hard way with you, doesn't it? I tried to be nice to you, I tried to make you feel as comfortable as possible but you just keep fighting me." He grabbed her face harder with that last statement and she winced in pain.

"Well you know what, I'm done being the nice guy." Lisa's face suddenly became enraged with fury, "Nice! Nice! You've been the nice guy?! Since…" Lisa didn't get a chance to finish her statement before Jackson backhanded her. "And there you go again, fighting with me! If I were you I think I would start cooperating before things get really ugly for you." His voice was calm and menacing and it shook her to the core.

Jackson regarded Lisa for a moment and looked like he was contemplating something in his head. Lisa looked at him perplexed and then went numb with pain. Jackson was pressing down on her wound making the pain absolutely unbearable for her to handle. She was about to let out a shriek when Jackson clamped his other hand over her mouth.

"You see Lisa, this is what happens when you try to get away. Do I look like I'm in pain right now? No, you're the one in pain and you will always be the one in pain after these little stunts of yours. I don't like to hurt you Lisa but apparently it's the only way to get through to you."

Lisa's head was spinning in pain and she was beginning to fade away the pain becoming too much for her to handle. Jackson noticed this and smacked her cheek a little to get her to focus. "Not yet Leese, you don't get to check out just yet. You see it's really quite amusing to me, this situation we're in. All the directions you could have run in and you chose to run in the direction of my cabin." Lisa grunted into Jackson's hand. "Shh… Leese, it's okay you can pass out now." Jackson said pushing into Lisa's wound harder now. She screamed into his hand and looked up at his smug face finally landing on his devil eyes, and then all went black.