Conditional - Chapter 12 up!

[Lisa Rippner]

silvercell said:

lisaripner said:

Jamiaca

but that would be a nice place to have their honymoon!lol

LOL!! I agree!

[moviechick1984]

Oh my god, Lisa, this story is so awesome!!
It is so enthralling that I can't turn my eyes away for one second! It is soooooo good!!
Can't wait to see what happens next!
You're very talented, indeed.

Talk to you later!

~LaTissa~

[omgiluvvscarecrow]

i am new reader.. and i like ur story.. keep it up..

[this bike is a]

This is my fav so far<3

[raine]

oh fun! a boat! haha i like

[omgiluvvscarecrow]

another chapter pls

[Kaylee]

you rock!!! OMGOMGOMG. this is so cool

i always though fanfiction was stupid ( like i'd see poeple on bufy fanfic n i'd thik "WHATT?") and if all fanfic is as good as this ( though i doubt it is) it has got me addicted. i wanna know what happens so bad i'm thinking of every single possibility!

although my favourite possibility is that he takes them somewhere thhat leasds to the rideau canal in ottawa ( but you know, only because i'm here)

teehee!

did i mention you rock??

[Kaylee]

oh come on! i've been dying here.

as sooooon as you have the chance to post it here.

xD. you're a great writer.

[this bike is a]

oi I know, its been awhile since last chapter

[Lisa Rippner]

IT'S HERE!! WOOOOO!! ;D

Thank you guys so much for your encouragement, I really appreciate it. Please give feedback on this chapter, too. I haven't really had time to look it over because I was hurrying to get it out, so criticism is more than welcome. Hope you enjoy!

Conditional: Chapter 8

Lisa’s heart pounded with a sickening intensity beneath her chest, and her eyes glazed over with unshed and unwanted tears. The leather seat felt suddenly hot and sticky, but in that moment the car had become a haven. She looked to Jackson, who was neatly placing their wardrobes in suitcases from the trunk, and then to the door on her side. It was on auto lock, which meant she couldn’t get out without her captor hearing the chink as the lock popped up. Lisa’s hand rested tremulously on the door handle, but she knew that no matter how many times she thought it over, she wouldn’t run. The chances of her successfully escaping, and warning her mother were slim, mostly because Jackson (without a tracheotomy) could catch up with ease. And that left Lisa with the only option that truly frightened her—to leave with Jackson.

“I hope you’re ready, Lise,” Jackson said, walking around to the driver’s seat, “because we need to board.” Lisa couldn’t even return his gaze; her brown eyes wavered in their focus on her quivering hands.

“No,” she whispered.

“Hm?” he asked, poking his head in through the driver’s side.

“I can’t go on this ship with you,” she said slowly, trying to keep her tone steady.

“Of course you can,” he smiled back, then: “and you will.” Lisa shut her eyes as a wave of nausea flooded through her body. She could almost feel the bile rising in her stinging throat. Then Jackson was at her side, the door unlocked and flung open. A dark suitcase was shoved onto her lap, and she looked up at him; the expression in his guarded eyes told her everything she needed to know—there was no way around what he wanted her to do.

“Get up, Lise, we’re going,” he said coldly, then scanned the dock. When she didn’t comply fast enough he roughly gabbed her upper arm and yanked her from the cushioned seat.

“Where are we going?” she asked breathily, no longer struggling against his violent hold.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said, clenching his jaw in an annoyed manner. Then he turned away to scan the dock. When his eyes were on her again his composure had been regained, and he slackened his grip on her until his fingertips, trailing gently down her arm, curled around her own like strangling vines.

The couple was easily camouflaged amid the hundreds of people clutching their baggage and each other. But Rippner stopped suddenly, near the edge of the crowd, and looked over the scene with an impatient gaze.

“Looking for someone?” came an older and deeper voice. Lisa recognized it, having just heard it earlier that day, and turned her head in the owner’s direction. Jackson spun her around so that they were now both face to face with the newcomer.

“Lecton,” Jackson acknowledged casually. The man nodded, letting his glasses shift slightly down the bridge of his nose.

“You’ve gotten the case, then?” he asked.

“Of course,” Jackson responded arrogantly, and tipped his head to motion to the parking lot. “It’s in the trunk.” He tossed Lecton the keys, then came in closer. Lisa didn’t move. “I need our IDs,” he continued, waiting while the man produced two plain brown wallets. Then they parted; no goodbyes, no thank yous.

“Here,” Jackson said, and handed Lisa her wallet. She took it without interest, assuming he had taken her license from her home. As they walked up the dock, however, and prepared to board the ship, Lisa found she was very wrong.

“Tickets?” asked a younger man at the entrance. Jackson set down his suitcase to fumble with his wallet.

“Get your ticket, Lise,” Jackson told her, but she could only stare. By handing over this ticket she was sealing her doom, just has she had when she’d given her pass to board the red eye all those months ago. “Lise?” Jackson broke her out of her reverie with mock concern. “Everything okay?” When she didn’t respond he took the wallet from her, grabbed the ticket, and handed it back. The entrance worker looked at the young women sympathetically.

“Have a good trip, Mrs. Rippner,” he said at parting. Jackson smartly grabbed the open mouthed Lisa before she could retort, and only slowed when they were safely on the deck.

“What did he call me?” Lisa asked, eyebrows raised dangerously. Under normal circumstances, Jackson probably would have smirked, but now the only response she received was a distracted glance and a tug on her arm.

Jackson hurriedly drug her below deck, muttering room numbers on the tops of newly painted doors as they passed. When he finally found the room he was looking for he breathed in out in what Lisa supposed was relief. Then, after slipping a card through the lock near the handle, they entered.

Lisa held her tongue as a more elegant light flooded her vision, casting a soft glow on the room. There was a single round window on the opposite wall, and from it streamed sunlight and the favorable green of the sea. The room wasn’t too large, or at least it was small enough for Jackson to keep an eye on her. There was only one bed, a queen, and it was clothed in white linen and topped with a lacy spread. Near the headboard was another door that lead to the bathroom, but the light was off and Lisa couldn’t see past it. Neatly placed in congruence around the peach walls were decorative paintings of either the sea or sea life. Had Lisa been with anyone else, she would have smiled.

“Well, what do you think?” Jackson asked, tossing his suitcase onto the bed. “It’s a little too cheery for my tastes, but overall…” He smiled. “What, don’t you like it?” The sarcastic tone behind his comment brought Lisa back to her senses.

“Why did he call me—?” she broke off, and breathed out in frustration. She couldn’t even say it.

“My wife?” Jackson finished for her, eyebrows raised just slightly. Lisa looked up, waiting for an answer. “Check your wallet,” he said, motioning to the brown leather clutched in her hand. Then he reached for his suitcase and absorbed himself in the task of unpacking.

Lisa quickly opened the wallet, and saw her ID picture staring up at her. But the codes on the shining plastic were different, as was the name printed there. Lisa Henrietta Rippner. It seemed so real—too real—to be able to actually see it in print, and she felt sick at the prospect of actually—ever—marrying…

“No,” she said strongly, “No no no.” This time, she did receive a smirk.

“Actually, yes.” Jackson put his collared shirt down and strolled the three feet or so until he was standing in front of her. Their eyes locked, and he spoke. “For the next few weeks you will be—” Smiling, he took the wallet from her, and glanced down to her license before looking back up. “Mrs. Rippner.” Lisa’s eyes narrowed as she glared fiercely.

“Then it’s a title. Nothing more.”

Jackson leaned in until their foreheads were nearly brushing. “Are you sure about that?” he whispered, never taking his gaze from her. Lisa stumbled back, and her eyes flashed with a new nervousness.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she spat. Jackson backed up, grinning.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing mischievously onto her arm. “Let’s go watch the christening.”

This time, Lisa went without a fuss.

[blue-eyed struck]

;D I LOVED IT!!!! You do such a great job with the characters!!! His sly comments, his charm and his moments of anger, it's all perfect down to the T, just like in the movie!! Same with her comments and reactions!

“For the next few weeks you will be—” Smiling, he took the wallet from her, and glanced down to her license before looking back up. “Mrs. Rippner.”

OOOO! that gave me goosebumps! I'm just grinning widely now, because it's as if I'm watching the sequel to Red Eye!!! You're an awesome writer "LIS"!!!!! *exalt*

May I call you "LIS"!?

(CLAPPING and jumping up and down on her seat) I can't wait for the next one!! ;D

[iamthemaxx]

this is cool. on top of my own books, this forum gives me no shortage of good reads.

[this bike is a]

I had to go back and read the whole thing so I wouldn't get confused with all the other stories.

Tis greatness.

[blue-eyed struck]

^ LOL! I know what you mean. Shannon's story involves a boat too, so I got confused for a min. there!

[moviechick1984]

Wow, this story is so amazing and well written.
Whenever I read it, I can't take my eyes off it for even a second! This is so good!
I hope my fanfiction story I'm writing now will turn out this good.
Keep up the good work!

~LaTissa~