Jack's Jazz...Wrong Reason; Right One

Fragmented images of blurring people play around her mind’s eyes. She can hear her heart beat and the fear sizzling within her blood but she can’t seem to focused properly. Sometimes she hears her name being called. This puzzles her.

“Bitch I want you to hear me,” the familiar voice taunts’.

“I am Jazz Duncan. I am twenty-two years old. I don’t like being social. What is happening to me?” her mind screamed afraid of the unfamiliarity of the situation.

“Leave her alone baby cakes.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. I warned you about that “

Jazz tried to focused but everything stayed hazy. She desperately needs to see who was with her. Her mind was a blank as she can’t remember how she ended up here.

“Go deeper, baby. Oh, I need you,” screamed the girl. “Go…go…go,” she said with satisfaction.

Jazz recognized the sexual sounds right beside her. Occasionally she felt someone brushing against her.

“Yes…yes, baby, you are hitting the mark,”

“I truly love fucking you. You are one nasty bitch in heat,” growls the man.

“You are mine, always. I will cut the bitch trying to take you away from me,” warned the girl.

“I am Jazz Duncan…I am Jazz Duncan,” Faceless was her emotions. Wild the feelings of fear. Coming from a great distance she heard the laughter, the sound familiar but she can’t seem to focused. She heard the words but it was also fragmented…

“Guys, come on this is a once in a life time opportunity. Take enough pictures to your heart’s delight.” The woman with the nasty voice encourages.

Totally helpless she just finally dropped her head somewhere she realized she was lays on a dirty floor, the music was loud and people was walking over her body. Her body felt numb and cold.

Who was going to help me?

Somewhere in her muddled mind she realized her body was being lifted before she was dragged somewhere. Still she can hear the laughter of people but she no longer cares to open her eyes. She just simply allowed her mind to wander somewhere safe.

“Where are we taking her now?”

“I know a place. I need to make sure my grandmother will never look at her as the favorite child. How I hate being in her shadow.”

Random thoughts with truly fragmented images occupied her mind while being dragged somewhere. Somewhere in her distorted view she noticed men in a heated argument. One of the men looked directly at her. She blinked trying to focused.

Imagination suggest deceived by trust…one or either all alone now. She felt herself being thrown into the backseat the door slamming closed behind her.

“Jazz, open your eyes?”

“Hmm,” she whispers.

“I said open your eyes,” her chin was grabbed fiercely.

“What…want?’ she asked in a slurring voice.

“Who are you?” she female voice demand an answer.

“I am a child…used to play alone.”

“What nonsense is this?”

“Girls were boring and full of nonsense.”

“Shut up Jazz,”

“The drugs should have been wearing off by now. We will be in serious trouble if she remembers.” The male voice said. Allan looks uncomfortable.

“Where is my bicycle?” she asked slowly.

“I told you to shut the fuck up.” Eva Duncan was annoyed.

“I am wild and free on my bicycle.” She giggles. “Grandmother very angry.” She giggles again.

“We have to go, I noticed a couple of cars circling the building, Eva.”

“This whole building is abandoned, Allan. You are just behaving like a nervous woman.”

“I am telling you we should leave. I don’t want to be caught here and in this neighborhood. The place makes me feel nervous.”

“We will leave in a minute.” Eva looked at her with a frown. Her heart nearly stopped when she realized she looked into Jazz’s eyes.

Jazz slowly opened her eyes. Her whole body feels sluggish. She decided to stay motionless and try and process what happened.

Eva, the ease and simplicity with which the act was manage. Two faced liars convincing me of a friendship true. Always when looking at me laughter’s reflection in their eyes, their easy going smiles that speaks of sincerity. All an act.

Tears streamed down her face. She tried moving her body but she still feels weak.

“Who am I?” she asked herself softly needing to hear the echo of her voice.

“I am Jazz Duncan.” She said while tears still streamed down her face.

“I want to marry a man who loves and cherish me like my late parents did each other” she frowns still a bit uncertain if the man with Eva was her boyfriend, Allan.

“My parents taught me to have love for my partner. To have faith in our relationship. To have admiration for his choices. To have respect,” still the warm tears flows and uncertainty eating in her mind.

“Hey,” the voice was soft and close to her ear.

Jazz quickly opened her eye, her body still feeling heavy. Instant fear reflects in her eyes looking into the dark serious ones.

“I don’t want to frightened you. Please stay calm and quiet. I don’t know why you are here but you are in the middle of a dangerous situation. I don’t want them to be aware of you.”

“I need help,” she whispered.

“I know but give me this moment to remove the immediate danger from this building. I promise I will come back. You have my word on protection.”

Jazz just senses she can trust the stranger. Her body still feels weak. She watches him stood and moved towards the door. He appeared to listen before he quickly comes back to her and kneel again.

“Never give up on life as the lessons learned has a rippling effect. Current bad… in future good, just remember its life. Trust yourself you will survive whatever may still be coming.

“They tricked me,” she whispered.

“I know, I watched them but I couldn’t help you. Please forgive me. They both will pay.” The stranger touched her left-hand brushing over her ring finger. “Have faith…” he stood and quietly slipped from the room.

“I am Jazz Duncan,” she closed her eyes.