"Do you know how to use a gun?" Jackson asked me as he pushed the curtains away to look outside the window.
"No."
"Obviously you can use a knife to save your life, right?"
What the hell was with his rhymes?
"Yeah. I guess."
He opened the kitchen cabinets, the ones that were stocked with too many jars. He reached out for one and pulled out a gun from it. A gun out of a large empty cookie jar.
I stared at him appalled.
"What? I keep my guns where no one can find them."
He handed me a butcher knife. "Take this, and go to my room. Stay hidden until I tell you otherwise."
"But..."
"If I don't come for you within ten minutes, stay hidden." He instructed. His expressions told me this was a serious matter.
Whoever was outside the door could be dangerous.
On second thought, Jackson had always been the king of threatening, killing and harassing people. How bad could be the person standing
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"Mr. and Mrs. Miller?" I asked Jack in a mocking tone. "That's what popped in my mind at that moment," Jack said as he placed my bag and his on the carpeted floor. "Besides, I thought Mr. and Mrs. Wolfe would have been too suspicious in case the guy had checked the news." I threw open the bathroom door and was surprised to find it clean despite the fact that the Motel looked like it was a movie set out of a horror movie. I started to sit on the bed, "Wait!" Jack interrupted me before I sat down. He pulled the sheet off and checked the mattress after he'd thoroughly inspected it, he passed me a slow grin. "Just checking for bed bugs, you never know what type of creatures lurk in places like these." I snorted. He was right. And just like that, it hit me. There was only one Queen sized bed in the room and it was way smaller than the king-sized bed I occupied in Jack's cabin. Suddenly, I started to feel nervous about sleeping in one bed. N
I woke up in the morning to find myself nestled between Jack's arms. I brought my hand to his face and brushed the locks of dark silky hair and sighed. His caramel-colored skin glistened in the sunlight that streamed from the open drapes.When Jack opened his eyes, I was still staring at him. Amusement was clear on his features. In a sleepy, husky voice, he said. "I want to be inside you again."My heart thudded against my chest rapidly. "Shower first."He chuckled. "You didn't even pretend to decline this time."I gathered the bedsheet around my naked body and started walking towards the bathroom when one end of the cloth got stuck somewhere, I glanced back to see Jack holding it."Let go," I said.He grinned. "What's the point of hiding something that I've already seen?"My cheeks caught fire. I was blushing a lot this morning for someone who was encouraging and moaning his name. Last night was different, the room was dark. Now it w
I was feeling drowsy, and every part of my body was aching. I opened my eyes slowly to find myself in unfamiliar surroundings. It took me a while to realize where I was until the scent of disinfectant and medicines permeated the air. The walls were painted sky blue; an IV was attached to me. I was wearing a hospital gown. I hadn't even realized back then that I'd been injured too.There were flashes of the accident. We survived the accident and I was saved from being badly injured when Jack has wrapped his arms around me, cushioning me from the impact and taking the hit himself."Riley!""Jack, you're injured. We have to get you to the hospital immediately!"I hurried to the car that was now lodged into a tree and pulled out the First Aid kit and a shirt from my bag. I disinfected his wound as much as I could, tore the fabric and wrapped it tightly around his wound to stop the bleeding.As a nurse, I knew how to disin
I'd taken ample amount of rest that evening and when I woke up it was already dinner time. I was served white rice, boiled veggies and some gravy on the side.Any motivation I had about life had already left the building. I couldn't imagine how during the time I worked here, fed this particular dinner to patients and thought nothing of it. I felt sympathy for all those people I'd forced to eat it, day in and day out.I'd forced most of the food down my throat when Aaron entered the room. He had a worried expression on his face as he took a seat next to the bed. "How are you feeling now?" He asked."Better." I lied.He nodded. "The medicines will make you drowsy but it will help you with the pain."What about the pain stabbing in my heart? Will the medicines make that pain go away as well?"I hope so," I said, pushing the carrots back and forth in my plate.I didn’t appreciate the look that Aaron was giving me; it was filled with
There had never been anyone from my colleagues in the hospital who'd infuriated me as much as Dr. Paul Bennett. I always had an urge to smack that condescending look off his face just as I was feeling now.Paul still had my hand in a firm grip. I tried to wiggle free. "Let go!""What the hell were you doing?" He asked.I snatched my hand away. "It's none of your business!"I noticed that although I'd managed to shrug his hold off me, he was still holding the strip of pills.Paul gave me a lopsided grin, leaning against the desk right next to the cabinet and trapping me. I had no space to dodge him and leave."Of course it's my business when you're obviously sniffing around in the wrong place.""Give that back to me, Paul." I said, trying to snatch it from him but he raised it higher, keeping it out of my reach. He was so tall, it was impossible for me even if I jumped.I imagined Paul to be a bully in high school. He had to be,
"FBI Agent Flint Knight." The tall handsome man introduced himself. "I'd like to start the interrogation now, I prefer to question you alone, Ms. Frazer without having your colleagues in the same room. If you can ask Dr. Shaw to wait outside." "Aaron..." "I can hear you just fine, Agent Knight. I'll be in the other room." To me, Aaron said, "If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to call me." I nodded. The door of the room closed. Agent Knight was blond, emerald eyes and clean-shaven. He also had a sharp jawline, and although he wasn't movie-star handsome, there was something so attractive about him that would bring any woman to her knees. Probably the way he carried himself and the radiating power of authority. The room was also occupied by two other men. An equally attractive African-American and another Hispanic. Detectives Scott and Sanchez respectively. They were watching me intently, like hawks. Agent Scott was poised with an iPad, typing
"Jack has been caught and they are bringing him back to the asylum." The male Nurse Marvin told me on the phone."Jack? You mean Jackson Wolfe?" I asked."Yes. Him. There's no other Jack in the same wing, remember?"Oh god."When are they bringing him?""Tonight. The officials are not taking any chances this time. They are flying him through a chopper. Did you know our hospital has a Helipad? How cool is that?"I couldn't be bothered about a Helipad at the moment when I had more pressing matters to think about, starting with how the hell had they managed to find Jack? Unless they found him because he wanted to be found. There was no way that Jack could ever surrender on his own accord, not when he believed that he was innocent.Being caught only meant that he would be prosecuted, and most likely get a death penalty for his crimes.Jack had to have a motive to come back. Or, I was thinking too much into this, and Jack c
"You don't seem like you're in a good mood. How's the interrogation going so far?" Ken asked me the day after I went to see Jack. Since I was a suspect in the Jackson Wolfe case, I was temporarily suspended. The stealing of a surgical knife and sleeping with the enemy was enough to put me on the officials shit list. I poured milk into the bowl of cornflakes and added some freshly cut strawberries."If I didn't know better, I'd think you're mocking me." I settled down on the table in my PJ's. Ken had just walked out of the steaming bathroom, shirtless. He had something that looked like claw marks across his shoulder blade. "How did you get that?""Someone brought a feral cat in the clinic a few days back," Ken said, brushing it off like that was nothing. He was prone to get abused by non-cooperative animals, the kind that looked cute as a button until they barred their teeth and clawed your face."They have no reason to suspect you. You've told them the truth."