Aaron rubbed his forehead in frustration. "I wish I could say that it's not a big deal, Riley but I can't because this could go out of our hands at any point of time. Jackson is out there somewhere doing god knows what, all because he tricked you into thinking he was Paul Bennett."
"I know. He was just too convincing, Aaron. If you were in my place you'd probably mistake him for a doctor as well. Trust me." I pleaded, this time the tears trickled down my face without me even realizing it. This was a big deal. A psychopathic patient was out in the open because of my mistake. I could lose my job, or worse, someone could get hurt.
"Paul wants you out of this wing." He said handing me a box of Kleenex.
"Just what I needed!" I said sarcastically.
Marvin, the ward boy came rushing into the room without even knowing. The short, timid guy seemed agitated.
"What is it, Marvin?" Aaron asked.
"You're not going to like this, doctor." He said and without waiting he added. "We got the news that a white Nissan was stashed in the woods a few miles away from the hospital. Someone broke into an apartment nearby and the man was found unconscious on the floor with..."
"Bite marks?" Aaron completed for him.
Marvin swallowed. He was terrified of even talking about it. "A chunk of flesh seems to be missing from the shoulder area."
Aaron sighed, “It’s Jackson."
"Oh my god!" I whispered before my head began spinning and I heard someone shout for help.
When I opened my eyes, I realized I was still in Aaron's room. I was lying down on his patient checkup bed. I sat up straight and from the thin curtains, I could see Aaron and Paul speaking to each other. It sounded coherent because my brain was still taking time to process what had happened until now.
It was Paul. The real Paul, one with the freckles and the face of Archie, talking to Aaron. It could also be categorized as an argument. He caught me staring at him and threw me a look, one that was full of disdain and I didn't blame the guy. If I'd been tied up to the bed by a lunatic and if the nurse refused to recognize me, I'd be mad too.
"How are you feeling?" Good ol' Aaron asked me. Still so nice and sweet despite how I had screwed up. "Can I get you a glass of water?"
I nodded. "How long was I out?"
"About an hour." He responded, reaching for the mini-refrigerator and handing me a small bottle of water.
"Is that man...is he dead?" I asked, failing to keep the fear out of my voice. He snatched the bottle out of my hands and unscrewed the lid which is when I realized my hands were shaking.
"He's been rushed to the hospital," Aaron said. "Good news is that they were able to catch hold of Jackson."
I heaved a sigh of relief. "So that means they are bringing him back here?"
"Yes. Already on their way." Aaron smiled. "Don't worry. Mistakes can happen, mostly where a loony like Jackson is concerned. Also, Paul tells me that when you thought he was Jackson, and when you entered the room, you removed his mouth restraint. Is that right?"
"I did, but that was only because I came to give him lunch. You don't expect a patient to eat with that thing on, do you?" That was directed towards Paul who had his hands folded across from his chest, looking bored.
Paul took a step closer; he was almost in my face and said, "He asked you a question, you are supposed to answer with a yes or a no. Nurse."
"What's with his attitude, Aaron?" I asked.
"Cool down, you guys. Cut that attitude, Paul. And Riley, from here on, whatever Jackson tells you, don't mess with the mouth restraint unless necessary. Sometimes, well, most of the time he's out of control and so we need to keep him strapped and his mouth restraint stays on. It's not always, but if it's on his face it's for a reason. Jackson's an animal disguised as a human being. He can be very manipulative; he is also smart and can use your weakness against you. Very dangerous indeed, but also a great subject for research."
"Well, you guys are forgetting that if I hadn't removed it, Paul would still be in crying on that bed like a damn pussy. So technically, you, Paul should be thanking me."
"Thanking you?!" Paul shrieked. "My---"
Aaron raised his hand. "Meanwhile, Riley, you can take a half-day off for now. I know you've been stressed out since morning, so get some sleep." Aaron said good-naturedly.
Paul groaned. "Seriously, Dr. Shaw!" He didn't wait for an answer as he stormed out of the room and slammed the door on his way out.
Well, looks like I'm gonna have a new best friend in the wing. Note the sarcasm.
"I'm fine, Aaron."
Aaron seemed concerned. "I don't want to seem rude, but the other staff here don't think you can handle Jackson after what happened today. They want you to be assigned to another patient."
I knew that the 'other staff' specifically meant Paul Bennett. He couldn't even stand to look at my face and if I was being honest with myself, my confidence was slipping by the minute. What if Paul is saying the truth? What if I couldn't handle Jackson? Then again, I wasn't the type who would back out from a challenge. And that's what Jackson was for me.
A challenge.
"Do you think you will be able to handle Jackson on your own? We will have twenty-four-hour security outside his room but I really don't want to seem like I'm imposing this on you."
"You're not and I know I can handle him. I'm sure."
"We didn't have a choice. You're the only experienced nurse that we have around here, and we couldn't let Roxanne continue with being his nurse, I mean, not after what he..."
Then he went silent.
"I'm sorry. You were saying, Aaron? What did he do to Nurse Roxanne?"
Aaron shrugged and a pause later he said, "She was just paranoid. Jackson can be very intimidating and scary; she said she didn't want to continue being his nurse. That's all."
I nodded, knowing full well that it wasn't the truth entirely. Aaron was surely hiding something.
* * *
Despite Aaron insisting that I took the day off, I refused. I was just too guilty about the whole thing for me to take some quality rest. I knew I would be restless even though Jackson was supposedly caught. My stomach groaned indicating that I was starving so I was headed down towards the hospital cafeteria to buy myself lunch when I noticed three muscular men and Marvin dragging someone forcefully with them.
"Out of the way...everyone. Out of the way." They yelled as they made their way through the hallway.
I backed against the wall. It was as if I knew who they were dragging along with them. I waited in the hallway, and there he was. The man who had pretended to be Dr. Paul Bennett, the same deranged man who'd charmed his way out of the asylum like it was a piece of cake. His dark eyes watched me, and even with the mask holding his mouth shut, I swore I watched him grin like he was mocking me. The men began unlocking his room at the end of the hallway. I heard hoots and whistles from the other locked up patients as if Jackson was some kind of a hero like he'd just won a trophy in a championship.
Before entering his room, he turned to face me and continued to stare until Marvin had to push him inside the room. My hands were balled into fists. I was furious, not just because of him but because I wondered how I could be this naïve. I wanted to confront him.
Dinner in the hospital was served early. That night, even with Aaron warning me against doing it, I decided to take the meal to Jackson's room. This time I was more cautious than before. The security stood guard by his room who informed me that Jackson was resting. I walked inside and made sure the door wasn't locked just in case I needed to make a run.
Jackson was seated by the window in a wooden chair, leather straps around his wrists which were linked together. He probably heard me walk inside because he turned to face me, and he was grinning. It was weird to see him like that, in a patient's blue uniform when just yesterday he'd deceived me by pretending to be the doctor. The handsome young doctor that may have charmed me into inviting him over a coffee.
If that wasn't cringe-worthy.
Jackson didn't have the hideous mouth restraint on, he grinned at me like he was meeting an old friend after a long time. "Nurse Riley." he drawled. "To what do I owe this honor?"
"My name's Jackson Wolfe, but you can call me Jack. What's your name, beautiful?" I had to be imagining this, right? I mean, Jack can't be sitting here beside me, looking as hot and badass as an action hero, and giving me that panty-melting smile and voice as smooth as silk. Surely, I'd taken my imagination too far, or I'd had far too much to drink. I sipped on my Sangria. Jack's smoldering brown eyes assessed me from above the rims of his glass. Two can play a game. "I don't talk to strangers," I told him. "Oh, come on. Let me buy you a drink at least." He continued. I was acting really tough by not acting desperate but all I wanted to do was curl into his lap and have his mouth over mine. Even thinking about it, made my knees weak. "I already have a boyfriend," I informed him and waited for his reaction. To see the surprise on his face or even disappointment, but he just smiled like a sly fox that he was. "You do, huh
I probably hadn't been to a party in ages; at least not since that Halloween party last year and here I was today, dressed up in a rose-gold sleeveless sequin dress that had a long slit starting from mid-thigh until my ankles. I had a lovely pair of glitter heels to go with it and my hair was just done in simple beach curls. If I should admit, I looked downright fucking hot, excuse me for my crude language.It was my birthday today; I'd just turned twenty-six and Ken was acting as if he had forgotten all about it. He'd called me from work and when I thought he was going to wish me, he'd said he was calling to ask if I was making his favorite dinner tonight. I'd hung up on him mid-sentence.Had he forgotten about all the three-story cakes I baked for him? Had he forgotten how far I always went to call up his friends and set up his birthday party? How about the special edition volumes of the stupid comic books I gifted him all the time? And when it came down to wishing h
Aaron raised his bloodshot eyes towards me and sighed in relief, "Riley, oh thank god, you're here."My mind was reeling with possibilities.Why was Aaron here?Could it be possible that he was the killer and he was trying to trick me into thinking he was the victim? Or perhaps he really was the victim and I was not seeing clearly into this."Aaron, who...who did this to you?"His hair looked like he hadn't washed it in a long time; his fingers were covered in dirt and there were angry red marks of the rope cutting through his skin. His eyes were bloodshot as if he hadn't slept in weeks. As if that wasn't enough, he seemed like he'd been beaten."Riley, you shouldn't be here." He whispered, his eyes darting around the darkroom in a panic. "He could come back any minute. You need to get away from this place."If I thought he was the killer before, the thought left my mind at that time. He was bound to a chair, completely helpless
"Do you think I'm scared of your threats?" Ezra asked. "You can try pulling the trigger, and forget about saving your brother or mine."My fingers on the gun faltered for just a fraction of a second and then tightened around it again. I pressed the gun to his side. "Keep driving to the location."Ezra opened his mouth to say something, and then thought better of it and pressed his lips together; he kept his eyes trailed ahead on the road. And then I noticed as he slowly reached for his phone that was wedged between the seat and his thighs."What the hell are you doing?" I demanded."We need backup, we don't know how far this guy has gone to set us up for a trap in that abandoned place so unless you want us all to be toast, you would let me call Agent Flint."I thought of that for a moment. Was Ezra telling the truth? What if he called Flint just so he could hand me over to the agent so he could be free to go there alone?"You're lying," I sa
"I need your help." I heard Ken's voice on the other end of line. The call was on speakers so Jack could hear every word of the conversation too.My gaze met Jack's who silently mouthed me to say yes to Ken's request."What do you need help with? And where are you right now, Ken? Tell me everything starting from the beginning."Ken didn't give me an answer for the longest minute and I started to wonder if he had hung up the call like last time. "Ken?""Look, I don't know where I am and I can't give you more details. All I know is that I may or may not have much time left. I need you to do something for me.""What?""You will get a text message on your phone right now that has an address. Jackson needs to be there, without the police or the FBI.""Why Jackson?""That's the killer's deal. He would let me go in-exchange for Jackson." Ken said, and then in a soft voice, he added, "I know what Jackson means to you, Riles. If you dec
"Where are we going?" I asked. I was hit with a feeling of nostalgia as I climbed into a black BMW. This wasn't an old car, it appeared new and I wondered if it belonged to Jack or if he'd stolen it."Is this your car?"Jack smiled as he slid behind the wheel. "You ask too many questions, Cotton-Candy." He reached behind me, pulled the seat belt and secured it in place, his face coming close to mine. He pecked my lips and ran his forefinger over my lower lip lightly. "Your lips are swollen, I guess, I'm partly to blame for it."I blushed and looked out the window. "Are you going to tell me where we are going?""I have an apartment that was registered with an alias. You'll stay there for as long as this matter settles once and for all.""No," I said. "Take me home, to my apartment.""I wasn't giving you a choice, Riley.""I know you weren't, but I can't always let you make decisions for me. This concerns my brother. If he is the killer