I couldn't stop the sobs that raked through my chest. Why did it have to happen to me? The worst feeling was how Aaron had looked at me with so much disgust. He was my superior, but more than that, he had been my friend. The only man I looked up to and it killed me how he'd dismissed me out of his office. The accusatory look he'd passed me. He trusted me, but there was a shadow of a doubt where he wondered if I could possibly betray his trust.
I pulled out the paper tissues and blew my nose into it furiously, still crying.
If I saw Jackson in front of me right now, I'd strangle him with my bare hands.
I heard a sound coming from a few cubicles down from mine. When I'd entered the bathroom, I hadn't paid attention enough to notice if anyone was using the other toilets because I thought it was obvious no one would. I'd purposely walked into the ladies' restroom that belonged to the old wing situated close to the new wing. It was separated from the rest by a passageway and a stairway going down. There was a whole wing that was currently abandoned from hospital use and mostly only used by staff sometimes. No one came here.
So when I heard another sound, I thought my mind was just messing with me. If there really was someone in there apart from me, then they'd heard me crying.
And if they'd heard me crying, I would have to make up an excuse as to why I was crying.
Cautiously, I opened the door and noticed there was no one in the bathroom. I went and stood by the sink. I opened the faucet and splashed some water over my face. When I was done, I walked out of the restrooms.
The long passageway was spread out before me. Dark, and deserted. When I'd walked through it before isolating myself in the cubical, I hadn't thought much of it because I was hurt and my mind preoccupied. Now that my head was in a clear state, the walk through the passage creeped me out. The lights above dimmed, and I knew that didn't mean anything but I started to imagine all the slasher movie scenes. I walked two steps and made a run for it.
When I turned a corner, I stumbled and fell to the ground. It was Nurse Roxanne. Her body sprawled on the floor in a twisted angle; her eyes were vacant, staring upward.
She wasn't alive. She was dead. I pulled myself up and ran down the hallway and out of the abandoned wing. I was scared and shaking by the time I reached Aaron's office.
I didn't even knock on the door as I barged into the room.
Aaron glanced up from his papers. "You've been losing your wits; guess you're losing some manners as well."
I ignored the comment. "Aaron, the...the abandoned wing." I stuttered. My entire body was shaking.
"What's wrong? Why are you acting like you saw a ghost?"
"Nurse Roxanne. Roxy, I saw her sprawled on the floor. She was dead." I said.
Aaron jumped out of his chair. "What?!"
"I saw her!" I said.
Aaron followed me outside and into the old wing. I led him to the place where I'd seen the body and gasped. My hand flying to my mouth.
The hallway was empty. There was nobody there. No trace of anything, not even a drop of blood.
"Aaron, I wasn't lying. I saw the body there. She was dead."
Aaron sighed. "That's enough Riley." He placed his hand on my shoulders. "You're just stressed with everything going on and you're seeing things."
"So you don't believe me?"
"You said there was a body here, I don't see anything. How am I supposed to believe you?"
But I'd seen the body. How did it manage to vanish so fast? Had I started to hallucinate?
I didn't argue with Aaron any further and drove back home. Ken wasn't in view so I assumed he was out with his friends. That night I called Maddy and told her how I'd been handed the suspension letter. She was shocked and said Aaron was being too harsh and that it wasn't my fault. I felt a little better talking to her by the end of the call. She said some of the nurses were going out for drinks this weekend to a club with a theme party. The theme being "The Dark Side". Everyone was supposed to dress as monsters, villains, or ghouls. Maddy asked me to join but I declined the offer, a few days later, I said fuck it and decided to go.
I threw open my closet and pulled out a purple dress. It was satin and sexy; totally club-worthy. Plus it was my Halloween dress from last year. I applied some makeup and I knew I'd done a good job looking like a witch.
A sexy witch.
I pulled on a pair of heels that I hadn't worn in a long time and doused myself in perfume, I was ready to party.
I needed time to clear my head with all the crazy things happening, especially with Jackson. This seemed like a good excuse.
* * *
The club wasn't as crowded as I thought it would be. Granted, we had turned up a bit earlier than necessary. People mostly didn't turn up until midnight. I met up with the girls near the bar, Maddy was dressed as Harley Quinn and another nurse Jenna was dressed as a vampire. The others had bailed on us. I was kind of glad they had because I wasn't really familiar with the other nurses.
"Men are watching you like you're a golden trophy at the end of the marathon," Maddy commented, taking a bite of her fries. "It's been a long time since you got laid."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm good, thanks."
"Oh c' mon, Riley. Think of your Vajajay. It needs some action." Maddy said, "I'm your best friend, I just want to help you."
"Why don't you take your own advice and get laid then?"
Maddy laughed. "I just did last night. Remember Conner?"
Conner was Ken's best friend, "Yeah. What about him? Did you hit it off with him?"
Maddy made a face. "Will you judge me?"
"Depends on what you're gonna tell me."
"Well, Conner called me last night and told me he needed someone to babysit for his little sister so I agreed because he wanted to be there at a party. You already know, Conner is not my type and it was pretty apparent from our first date so we decided to be friends." She explained.
There had to be a catch.
I threw her a questioning look. She continued. "I put Cammy to sleep and then Richard came home from work.
I stared at her for a full minute, just us staring at each other. Richard was Conner's father. "You slut! You did not just?"
"I know. I know." Maddy said, not at all ashamed or apologetic, "I mean, I used to hang out a lot with Conner at his house before when you first introduced me to him and that's when I met Richard. He was in the navy and has a hot body, and is really experienced in areas I wish boys our age were. And Conner's mother is dead so does it matter?"
I sighed. Maddy and her shenanigans. "I'm not judging you Maddy, but he is Conner's father and he's twenty years older than us. Plus if Conner finds out that you're sleeping with his father, he's going to blow a gasket."
Maddy sipped her drink. "I'll handle him." She looked dreamy. If she was a cartoon character, I could see hearts for her eyes. "Richard is seriously so mature and nice. He's really not the pervy kind of older men that we usually see." She stared into the distance and I realized her eyes had glazed over.
I placed my hand over hers, "Oh, Maddy."
She shook her head. "I wish my life wasn't so complicated, Riley." She ordered tequila and downed the drink.
Maddy didn't have any daddy issues, but I knew that she never enjoyed dating men our age. She was more interested in the more settled, older, and handsome ones, just like Conner's dad.
"If you both like each other, and if he makes you happy, it's okay." I smiled at her.
Suddenly, she was back to being playful again. "At least I like settled older men, but what about you? I know your fetish, Miss Frazer."
"My fetish? And what is that if I may ask?"
She gave me her teasing look, "Your fetish for bad guys like you know serial killers and bad guys in general."
"Shut up, Maddy," I said, my cheeks turning warm. I began fiddling with the wad of tissues on the bar.
"Oh, come on. I know you have a thing for them. You're practically obsessed, girl."
I ignored her comment, because even though I didn't want to admit it, deep down I had a thrill for all the bad people. Of course, it didn't justify the atrocious crimes they committed but my obsessions had gone overboard until I'd started to feel ashamed of myself, the way I was ashamed that I was thinking of Jackson more than I should have, especially since he'd left the asylum. It almost made me sad I wouldn't see him again.
I was going to come up with another retort when Maddy had spaced out until I realized she hadn't spaced out but staring into a distance. At someone. "That guy's staring at us. Oh no, he's looking at you."
I followed her gaze to find a tall man with green hair looking at me. His face was painted like Joker and I could tell he was pretty good looking under all that scary makeup. He wore a purple suit identical to the character and the joker smile painted. His appearance gave me goosebumps. I wanted to stop staring, but I couldn't and then the guy began approaching our seats.
Maddy cleared her throat and hopped down from the seat. "I...need to use the bathroom," she said.
"Hey, wait!"
She gave me thumbs up before rushing into the crowd leaving me alone with this stranger.
"You've got a nice friend there." the Joker commented.
"Yeah, she can be nice when she wants to be," I said.
"Can I order you a drink?" He's got to be blind if he couldn't see the full glass of drink right in front of me. And it was the third refill so there was no way I was putting more alcohol in my system and my head wasn't feeling woozy yet that meant I wasn't drunk enough.
"Thanks, but I don't accept drinks from strangers. You can order mozzarella sticks though. I heard they have the best mozzarella sticks in town."
Letting a stranger order mozzarella sticks for me, what the hell was wrong with me today?
He grinned and ordered for one.
And why did I have a feeling like I'd seen him somewhere?
"Do I know you?" I asked.
"I don't think so. We haven't met." He said simply. "You look hot as a witch."
"Thanks," I said.
"Wanna dance?"
I downed the third glass and smiled, "Sureeee, why not."
And then the Joker had pulled me onto the dance floor. And I hadn't even asked him his name. He slid his hand around my waist and pulled me closer and I didn't protest, it was just a dance after all. I could feel his breath fanning over my ear. And then his hand slid down to my ass.
I pulled back, "Hey! What are you doing?"
I shouldn't have just gulped down that drink because now I was feeling drunk out of my mind.
He just laughed. "My hand just slipped." He reached out for me again and I slapped his hand away. "Oh, come on baby."
"Leave me alone!" I said.
But he grabbed my wrist and I was going to scream over the music when I saw a shadow walk behind him. The man placed his hand on the Joker's shoulder and squeezed it, "My girlfriend causing you some trouble?"
The joker just stared at the tall, dark-haired man in a bomber jacket. The two men were of the same height, the darker-haired one was a few inches taller than the Joker. He wore a black leather jacket over a black t-shirt and ripped blue jeans. His face was painted in a skull. He grinned at the Joker. "She's a handful when she's drunk, sorry if she put her hands on you by mistake."
The joker swallowed and shook his head. The skull face's grinning face contorted into a grotesque glare. He caught the Joker's cheeks in a death grip; the long sculpted fingers were also painted in skeletal bones. "You try to mess with something that's mine and I'll mince you into tiny little meat cubes and ship it to the nearest supermarket. Get it?"
He nodded, and then the Skull face twisted his fingers and the joker yelped but of course, no one could hear him over the loud blast of music. The man scrambled away, I was pretty sure he would make a run for his car.
That voice and that threat. I knew someone who mastered the art of threatening people.
The skull face closed in on me and cupped my face in his and brought his face close to mine. "Oh, Cotton-Candy, how much I missed you. Did you miss me too?"
"Jackson, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"I have some unfinished business, love."
"Love the witch outfit," Jackson said over the loud music. "Some tricks you got up your sleeves?""What are you doing here, Jackson?" I asked, practically screaming over the loud music. Now that I knew it was him beneath all that skeletal makeup, I wondered how I hadn't recognized him before."Following you of course," He joked.The way he said it, I suspected if he did follow me here. How had he known I was here? Or was it perhaps a coincidence?"You need to come back to the asylum, re-admit yourself," I said."Do you miss me that much?" He pulled on his cocky grin. "I love how you're bossy the second you see me."I rolled my eyes."I didn't escape to go back to that hellhole again." He got hold of my wrist and started dragging me away from the dance floor."Where are you trying to take me?" I said, resisting his grip on my wrist.He let it go at once. "Just want to talk, nothing else. The music is too loud here, let's
"Why did you bring me to your house?" I pinned him with a hard stare."As I have already mentioned, I did it to protect you." Jackson declared in a matter-of-fact way."By drugging and kidnapping me?" I yelled at him, having an urge to throw something at him, a brick or a stone would’ve sufficed.His eyes didn't waver as he maintained eye contact, those brown eyes with a speck of gold. He spoke with such authority that told me any further inquiry was not open for discussion. "I did what I thought was best. I trust you need to use the bathroom." He pointed towards a door on the right. "Help yourself. I went out of my way and bought some clothes that you can use during your stay here. There's enough food in the fridge, and the kitchen is all yours.""Oh, how very kind of you, Mr. Wolfe," I said sarcastically, appearing touched. "What a nice host you are, to drug me, kidnap me and buy me clothes to make my stay comfortable here. How would I ever repay
I laughed, but Jackson's expressions hadn't changed. He was still having that intense look in his whiskey-colored eyes. "Me? Marry you?"His brows arched up. "Why not?" "What type of weed have you been smoking today?" Ignoring my question, he dipped the spoon back into the lasagna and took another bite. "I do want to marry you, Riley. Just think about it. You wouldn't have to worry about bills or about keeping a job for that matter."I laughed again. Because it was so funny. “And what about the police, Jackson? I don't have to worry about that either? Should we live our lives looking behind our backs? What would I tell "our" future children? That their father is a psychotic killer?""Here I'm talking about marriage and you're talking about future children." He sniggered. "You have it all planned out ahead of you."I rubbed my temples in frustration, watching him gobble down half of the lasagna. "You have to
When I woke up the next morning, I noticed another tray of food placed at the edge of the bed with a badly cooked omelet, hash browns, sliced kiwi and a glass of OJ. Ritualistically, I brushed my teeth first, had a quick shower and pulled on a t-shirt from the wardrobe. I was actually starting to like Jackson's choice of clothes that he'd bought for me. I reached out for the tray of food before sniffing it. The omelet tasted alright, but a little on the saltier side. Jackson was a bad cook indeed. When I was done eating, I climbed out of bed reluctantly and made my way out of the bedroom to find Jackson sprawled on the couch with a book in his hand.I recalled all the events of the previous night and how I continued to accuse him even after he'd repeatedly told me he was innocent. I realized that lashing out on him wasn't going to get me anywhere. If anything, I had to stay calm and find another way.There was one thing that was clear, Jacks
"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
"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