Jackson's Obsession...the last chapter!

[batman]

Great chapters. I can't wait to find out what happens in chapter 5.

[Dr. J Crane]

Latissa, You know what we do to people who toy with us, don't you??
*sneers a Jackson sneer at her*
*hoarsely*
We get them!!!!

Post more, pelase...soon!!! This is amazing. Lisa no longer ay Lux, Jackson getting out a lot sooner than anyone expected!!!

WoooHOOOOOO!!!!!!!

[Kaylee]

nope. nobody can resist the eyes. Noooobody.

this is getting great. you're a GREAT writer, nothing to worry about.

keep writing

<33 kaylee

[moviechick1984]

Chapter 5!
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Jackson tossed his suitcase onto the queen-sized bed. He removed his watch and emptied his pockets. His eyes wandered around the spacious room as the sat lazily in the overstuffed arm chair. This was certainly the most luxurious suite he'd ever stayed in. Black leather furniture, fireplace, big screen TV, DVD, computer, complete stereo system with surround sound, mini-bar, and high tech appliances in the kitchen. A bottle of expensive champagne was chilling on ice and a bowl of fresh strawberries sat on the glass table.
Jackson grinned at his surroundings. He laid his head on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. It felt so good to be out of that hellhole. Tuckerfield Penitentiary was the most worthless place he'd ever stayed in. So full of low-life scums who cared more about blackening their lungs and fulfilling their sexual needs with anything that moved. Those ignorant redneck hillbillies treated him like he was a juicy piece of steak. But Jackson shot them down quick. All he needed to do was use an extended vocabulary and they'd back away. Damn bums. Didn't understand any word that was more than three letters.
Jackson chuckled. The images of so many toothless inmates came to mind. It humored him as much as it disgusted him. Then those hideous faces faded and the face of beauty appeared. Lisa Reisert. He wanted her. Bad. Wanted to touch her...see her....smell her...
His eyes shot open. The telephone was ringing. He picked up the receiver.

"This is Jackson Rippner," he answered.

"Rippner," said the man on the other end.

"Roland! Hello," Jackson replied. "What's up?"

Roland Montgomery was his newly hired partner. He had been keeping track of Lisa's every single move, day and night, ever since Jackson was first sentenced to jail. If she even blinked, he knew about it. And he had made the reservations for Jackson's suite. He knew exactly what his boss wanted. Jackson did not like to be disappointed. Roland knew that by heart.

"How's my darling Lisa?" Jackson asked, smiling. "Is she thinking of me?"

Roland let out a short laugh. "I'm not sure about that, boss. But she's doing well. She has a charming, well-to-do boyfriend who's handome and intelligent. They've been seeing each other for nearly nine months. He's lived with her for five."

Jackson felt his face getting hot. His nostrils began to flare and he balled up his fists. The thought of Lisa being with another man angered him. He bit his lower lip.

"And what is she doing to support herself now? I know she's not the type of woman who would live off her-"

Jackson squeezed his eyes shut as he said this:

"Boyfriend."

"And it is my understanding that she couldn't possibly still be with the Lux Atlantic. She's more clever than that."

Roland laughed. "You have passed the test, boss. Lisa is no longer with the hotel. She's a homemaker. Runs her own business from the privacy of her own home. It has been more successful than she had anticipated."

Jackson switched the phone to his other ear. "That's good to hear," he said. "And she has no idea you're doing this, right, Roland?"

The tone of his voice made Roland shudder. If Jackson were to find out that Roland had been caught, if he ever was, then the consequences could be deadly. Even fatal.

"No, sir. Not at all," he replied.

"But you are staying in the vacant house across the street, correct?" Jackson asked. He couldn't help but smile every time he realized just how close he really was to Lisa. The hotel he was staying at was only an hour away.

"Yes, sir. I am here now. She thinks I'm a new neighbor. I haven't met her yet, though. And I don't plan on doing so. I'll just make her think I'm the creepy, unfriendly person who lives across the street."

Roland laughed at his own words.

"That's a good dog," growled Jackson. "You know exactly what your master wants to hear."

He shifted in his chair. "Anything else you feel like telling me?"

"Oh, yes," Roland replied. "Her sister Julie has arrived in town. She's staying with Lisa for several weeks. They haven't seen each other in over a year."

Jackson sat up straight. He rubbed his chin as an idea came to him. This was terrific news.

"Really? Now that is interesting. Good work, Roland. Talk to you later."

Jackson didn't give Roland time to say goodbye as he hung up the phone. He rose to his feet and walked over to the bed where he had set his things down. He picked up his wallet and took out a picture of Lisa. He ran his index finger down the length of her hair and across her smiling lips.

"Don't worry, baby," he breathed. "We'll be seeing each other soon."

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Chapter 6 is coming soon! Stay tuned! (I know you want to!)

[batman]

Another great chapter and waiting for chapter 6 to see what happens next.

[Dr. J Crane]

"And what is she doing to support herself now? I know she's not the type of woman who would live off her-"

Jackson squeezed his eyes shut as he said this:

"Boyfriend."

Does that sound the same way we do, when we say the words "Cillian's wife"??

Sorry - I AM happy for him, I AM, I AM - but....well, you know what I am talking about, don't you?

[revengent]

yea i do dr. j crane!
i just thought of a fan fic(nothing like this)
got to go write...

[Kaylee]

archie said:

"And what is she doing to support herself now? I know she's not the type of woman who would live off her-"

Jackson squeezed his eyes shut as he said this:

"Boyfriend."

Does that sound the same way we do, when we say the words "Cillian's wife"??

Sorry - I AM happy for him, I AM, I AM - but....well, you know what I am talking about, don't you?

oh yes. i do. n i know i sound like that. i was telling my friend all about him and it went like this'

" he's 29-30 and IRISh and the hottest thing ever. the only saddening thing it, is, it's that he has ..."

( my friend) " what, does he have cancer or something scary like that?"

" no. a wife "


haha.
<33 kaylee

[moviechick1984]

Chapter 6.
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Lisa was nowhere to be found when Julie crawled out of bed the next morning. Julie searched every space in the house for her sister but to no avail. She became worried. Lisa never disappeared like this without telling her first. But then Julie realized Lisa must have left while she was still asleep. Julie laughed and shook her head. She remembered Lisa telling her that she needed to do some early grocery shopping. And Lisa had mentioned having lunch with Canaan this afternoon.
Julie entered the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. She grabbed some eggs, butter, and grape jelly from the fridge and put two slices of bread in the toaster. After finishing breakfast she hopped in the shower. As she stood there letting the steaming water run down her body, she thought of that blue-eyed man in the picture. She had asked Lisa who he was but Lisa became very defensive and angry. Her face, neck, and chest had turned to crimson. She had snatched the picture from Julie's hands and ran down the hall, out of Julie's sight. Julie was left to stand there in the middle of the living room, completely puzzled by her sister's reaction from looking at a simple photograph. This made Julie want to know who the man was even more.
Julie stuck her head out of the shower curtain. She had left the bathroom door open, which enabled her to hear what was going on in the other room. What was that? It sounded like someone else was in the house. It couldn't be Lisa. Surely she hadn't finished her grocery shopping already. Julie shrugged and continued showering.
Wait-was that a breaking sound? Her heart began to pound. She shut off the water and pulled the curtain back. She reached across the toilet and grabbed her pink terrycloth bathrobe off the hook. She stepped out of the tub as she tied the robe around her. She wrapped her dark hair in a towel and exited the bathroom.
Entering the kitchen, she saw the broken pieces of a coffee mug scattered on the cement tile floor. But there was no one in sight. Okay, that is strange, she thought. There was no sign of a forced entry. No broken glass on the windows or on the sliding glass door in the living room next to the kitchen. So there couldn't have been a burglary. She shook her head and bent down to pick up the fragments.
When she had them all in her hand she stood to toss them away. Julie didn't have time to speak or scream as she saw a thick wooden object coming towards her. Before she knew what had happened, everything faded to black.


Stay tuned for Chapter 7!

[moviechick1984]

Chapter 7.
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Four hours had passed when Julie regained consciousness. But everything was still black. She lifted her tied wrists to her face. She was wearing a blindfold. She commenced to remove it, using her fingers. At least she was able to move them.

"No, no. I wouldn't do that if I were you," said a man's voice. "And don't even think about taking the tape off your mouth either. I'll do that."

She heard light footsteps coming towards her. Her whole body became tense and fear ran rapidly through her veins. Tepid tears began to soak her cheeks. The only thought that kept running through her mind was she was going to die. Someone had kidnapped her and was going to kill her. Her crying intensed.

"I'm not going to hurt you," said the man. His voice was soft and smooth. "Now don't scream when I remove this. Or I will do you some harm."

Julie felt his fingers brush against her cheeks as he ripped off the tape. She winced. That really did hurt like hell.

"What about my eyes?" she asked. Her voice shook.
"Can I at least see who I'm talking to?"

The man let out a deep breath.

"I'm not supposed to let you see where you are," he replied. "It would violate my orders if I were to do so. But since my boss isn't here, I guess I could. You should be able to have the freedom to see."

He removed her blindfold.

She raised her eyes and blinked several times in order to let them adjust. The room was dimly lit; the result of a mustard yellow shade pulled down over the window mixing with the bright sunshine.

The room was small and narrow. The only furniture it consisted of was a twin bed, which she was sitting on, a table and chair, and a tiny television set resting on a rusty metal cart. A door was located next to the bed, where inside Julie could see a toilet and a sink. The walls were made of wood paneling and orange shag carpet covered the floor. The air smelled like mothballs. It made Julie nauseous.

"I know it's an awful room," said her captor. "But my boss said I have to keep you in here."

He was a kind-looking man, maybe around fortyish. Sandy brown hair that was neatly combed and parted on the side. Eyes so dark the pupils were practically invisible. A day's worth of beard stubble covered his chin and jaw. His nose was wide, which Julie thought didn't belong on his face. But she found him terribly attractive. Just not as much as that blue-eyed man in the picture, of course.
This man was also not very thin. Around 5'9" and 165-170 pounds, maybe. But the way he fit into his blue jeans and white button-down collared shirt reminded her a lot of Garth Brooks. She tried not to look at him so much.

"Why am I here?" she asked. "And is it really necessary for my hands and feet to be tied like this?"

"Yes it is," replied her captor. "It was my orders. I don't want to keep you that way but if I disobeyed then the results wouldn't be good. I'm sorry Julie."

Her eyes grew wide when he said her name. How did he know her? And who was this "boss" that he kept mentioning? She desperately wanted to know what was going on.

"Then how do you expect me to go to the bathroom? Or to eat and sleep comfortably? If you ask me, your boss isn't a very smart man."

She wiped away the salty moisture from her cheeks with her arm.

The captor let out an annoyed sigh.

"Okay, Julie. If I untie you, then you mustn't try to escape. Because if you do, I have a nine millimeter handgun in my back pocket right now," he said without taking his eyes off her. His voice had become dark and threatening.

She snickered. "No you don't. You're only saying that to scare me."

He reached behind him and retrieved a black shiny firearm. He held it up for her to see, finger on the trigger.

She gulped. "Oh...oh...okay. I'll do as you say."

The captor nodded and returned the weapon to its hiding place. He took her hands in his and in minutes she was free to move her arms about. He did the same with her ankles.

"Thank you," she said. Her voice cracked as her tears began to flow again.

"Now remember what I told you about escaping," he said. "Don't try it."

He walked towards the entrance.

"Hey," called Julie. "Since you know my name, shouldn't I know yours?"

He turned around to look at her. He laughed.

"I'm your captor," he said. "You're not supposed to know my name."

She looked down.

"I know," she said. "But I have to call you something."

He realized that there was no way she would tell anybody who he was, even if she had the chance. She was too fragile and timid.

"Roland," he answered. "My name is Roland."

"Hey, Roland," she called. "You never did tell me why I'm here."

He stared at her for a moment.

"You'll find out soon."

Then he disappeared out of the room.

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Stay tuned for Chapter 8!

[this bike is a]

woo excitnggg

[moviechick1984]

Chapter 8. (this one is long, but so good! Really!)
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Lisa felt the presence of evil when she pulled into her driveway that evening. She didn't know why but something told her things were not the same as they were earlier. Canaan's red Corvette wasn't there, and she found that to be very odd. He had told her he was on his way home an hour ago. He always drove that car pedal to the metal.
Lisa sighed and exited the car. She grabbed her six bags of groceries and entered the house. She stopped dead in her tracks in the living room entrance. There was a man sitting on her sofa. He had his nose in a book and his legs crossed.

She dropped her purchases.

It wasn't Canaan.

The man looked up at the sound of the bags hitting the carpet. He smiled at Lisa.

"Welcome home, darling," he said.

Lisa's heart was beating so hard and fast she felt like it was going to explode out of her chest. Those blue eyes stung as they studied her. It was him.

Jackson Rippner.

He was there. Sitting on her furniture. Reading her book. And now he was speaking to her.

She was frozen. Couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe.

I thought he was in jail! was the thought that kept running through her mind.

"Why don't you have a seat?" Jackson said. "You look tired. Long day, darling?" A devilish grin spread across his lips.

Tears began to snake their way down her cheeks. She slowly backed away, grabbing a hold of the wall behind her. She kept her eyes on Jackson, who was on his feet now and tiptoeing towards her.

"Don't do it, Lise," he warned. "If you know what's good for you, don't do it."

She continued to back away, shaking her head and crying immensely.

He moved closer.

Suddenly she turned and took off running. Jackson followed close behind. He chased her through the kitchen, dining room, up the stairs, into a bedroom, out onto the deck, and down some more steps. He lost his footing and slid on his behind down to the bottom.

Meanwhile, Lisa kept running, getting further and further from his sight. He crept along the side of the house, with his back against the building and his arms stretched out beside him. He felt his hand come to a door. He grabbed the knob and entered. He was now in the garage.

"Lisa," he called playfully. "Where are you, darling? I just want to talk to you."

His voice was eerily teasing.

He tiptoed around the pool table, craning his neck to see to the other side of the room. It was full of sports memorabilia and equipment.

She couldn't be hiding in here, he thought. Because there's nothing large enough to hide behind!
He crept closer to the steps leading up to the door to enter the house.

"Lisa," he called again. "You better come about. Don't make this harder than it already is."

Seeing no sign of her, he opened the door and the cool air of the house washed over him.

A round stainless steel object collided with his forehead as he passed an entrance to his left. Yelling and cursing he watched Lisa drop the cooking pot and run off down the hall. He ran after her while pressing a hand to his injury.

He peeked into the first bedroom he came to, and saw Lisa stick her head out of the bathroom to see if he was there. She ran out but he caught up to her and slammed her up against the wall. He put his hand over her mouth, silencing her glass-shattering screams. She tried to fight him off but he pinned her arms behind her back with his free hand.

"Shut up," he growled. She was still trying to scream.

"Shut up and listen to me."

She refused to stop attempting to wriggle out of his grasp.

"Stop fighting me!" he yelled through clenched teeth. He pinned her knees to the wall with his own. Now she really couldn't move.

Breathing hard, he grinned at the situation he was in. For six months he had longed to be this close to Lisa. And now he could feel her heart beating simultaneously with his. He could feel her body heat and his mixing together. He could feel her fear.

"I'm going to take my hand off your mouth," he said breathlessly. "And you're not going to scream, right?"

Lisa nodded her head.

He moved his hand to her cheek and over her hair. She was so beautiful. Dark eyes, full pouty lips, milky white skin. He thought of her as a porcelain doll. So delicate.

He moved his mouth closer to hers. Their lips touched.

"Please, don't," she trembled. She closed her eyes tightly. "I'll do anything you say. Just please, don't...do...this."

He grabbed her jaw, pressing his body closer to hers.

"Jackson," she wheezed. "I can't breathe. Please let me go." She looked at him. His eyes were so close to hers that she could see her reflection in them.

"Please, Jackson. My arms and legs are beginning to hurt. You have to let me go. Please."

He sneered as his breathing became more rapid.

"Okay," he said. "I've had my moment."

He let go of her and backed away.

She rubbed her arms as she took a seat on the bed's edge. They were in her bedroom.
Her knees throbbed from where Jackson's had pressed into them.

He entered the bathroom and flicked on the light. With his hands he straightened his blue silk suit and white shirt. Lisa felt deja vu as she watched him look in the mirror and fix his dark hair. It was the same length it was when they had been on the plane. Everything about him was the same. Even his overnight beard stubble. It made her shudder.

"I...I thought you were locked up," she said.

Jackson stood in the doorway and leaned his shoulder on the wall. He shoved his hands in his pockets. He flashed her a cunning smile.

"Lisa," he said. "I was locked up. But I have a partner who is friends with my dumbass lawyer. And he knows the warden at Tuckerfield. You see, Lisa. You put all the pieces together and there you have it. A free man. Me."

She stared at him; mouth open; tears flowing. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She shook her head.

"Why are you here?" she sobbed. "And what do you want from me?"

He walked over to her and kneeled.

"I want you," he said. "I want everything that revolves around you. I want you to be mine."

She looked at him in disbelief. He was out of his mind. No, she thought. He was freaking obsessed.

"Okay, Jackson," she said. She began to unbutton her black blouse and unfasten her jeans. She laid back on the bed.

"Is this what you want, Jackson? Is this what it takes to get you to leave me alone? Do you want to sleep with me? Because if you do, here's your chance. Do it, get it over with, and disappear forever."

Jackson rose to his feet and stepped back. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. There she was. Lisa. Lying on a bed in front of him. Her shirt open. White lace bra exposed. Pants unzipped, revealing the waistband of her blue underwear. And she; her head turned to the right. Arms stretched out beside her. Her stomach and chest moving up and down as her nervous breathing increased.

He stood there, biting his lower lip and balling his fists in order to fight the urge to accept her offer. His heart sank; he realized how this very moment would be his only chance to fulfill his fantasy. But he knew he couldn't do it. She had already been taken advantage of once before. He remembered the scar on her chest. He blinked to keep the tears from falling.

"Jackson," Lisa said, her head still turned. "Whatever you're going to do, please do it fast. I'm starting to get cold."

He laughed. Even though she was scared to death, he could sense it, she still had a sense of humor. That was the main things he loved about her.

"Get up and button up," he said. His voice had regained its coldness. "We don't have time for games."

She did as she was told.

"Oh, by the way," Jackson said, walking towards the door. "Have you seen Julie lately?"


Stay tuned for Chapter 9!

[moviechick1984]

Chapter 9.
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Julie lazily switched the channels on the T.V. as she sat on the tiny, uncomfortable bed. The musty smell of the hideous room made her head ache and her stomach churn. She had already vomited once because of it. Luckily she had made it to the bathroom in time.

Her eyes stung. She could barely keep them open, they were red and swollen. She had cried all afternoon.
Roland had attempted to comfort her when he had brought her lunch by telling her that nothing was going to happen to her. She didn't believe him. He was a kind, mannerly man, but his voice had a suspicious undertone.

"You're going to kill me," she sobbed. "I know you are."

"If you keep arguing with me, then yes, I will hurt you," Roland growled. He tossed her lunch tray on the bed and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

This whole scenario had happened a little over three hours ago. It was now ten after ten.

Julie wanted to know where Lisa was. What she was doing, who she was accompanying. She wondered if her big sister was out looking for her.

Lisa had to notice that I was gone, she thought. She knows I had no way to leave the house.

Julie began to cry again. She threw the TV remote across the room and slammed her face down in her pillow. She screamed, furiously beating her fists and on the mattress and kicking her legs and feet.

Why was this happening? And why was it happening to her?

She rolled over on her back. She put a hand over her eyes as a morbid thought crossed her mind. What if Lisa had something to do with this? What if she was behind this whole kidnapping?

Julie knew that was a crazy thought. But she just didn't know what to think.

Roland entered the room.

"Time to get some sleep," he said. "We've got a wedding to attend tomorrow."


Stay tuned for chapter 10!

[moviechick1984]

Chapter 10.
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"Where are we going?" Lisa asked, her words slurred. She watched Jackson fold her clothes and neatly place them in a suitcase. It was five o'clock in the morning. She had already been up an hour. Rippner had jerked the blankets off her body, causing her to nearly freeze and eventually sit up. He apologized; saying that he'd already attempted to shake her awake.

He didn't reply, keeping his focus on packing her clothes.

She sipped her coffee loudly.

"You ready to go, darling?" he asked, snapping her suitcase shut. "We've got a busy day ahead of us."

"Tell me where we're going first."

Jackson's stare was menacing.

"Don't start, Lisa," he warned. "It's too early for your childish behavior."

She kept her eyes on him for a moment. Then somehow her legs were able to stand and make their way out of the bedroom.

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"Why have you kidnapped my sister?" Lisa asked, her voice demanding.

She and Jackson were now on the road.

"No, I didn't kidnap her," he replied. He held up an index finger. "my partner did. But don't worry. She's fine. She'll be there when we get married."

Lisa shot him a surprised look, her eyes big as saucers.

"What do mean, when we get married?"

He grinned at her from the corner of his eye.

"Yes, you heard me correctly."

Her mouth fell open.

"Jackson, there's no way in hell that I'd marry you. You don't marry someone you hate."

He took his cell phone out of his pocket while keeping one hand on the steering wheel.

"Well, then I suppose I'll have to make the execution arrangements."

She drew her eyebrows together.

"Did you just say you're going to kill my sister if I don't marry you tonight?"

"That's the deal," he replied without taking his eyes off the road.


Stay tuned for Chapter 11!

[moviechick1984]

Someone please reply to this! I"m dying to know what you think of these chapters that I"ve posted! Especially chapter 8, it's my favorite so far! I can't believe I wrote it! Please tell me what you think!!!! I'm dying to know!!!

~LaTissa~