Jack sit looking across the ocean. His body still feels weak but he was no longer so thirsty. Sometimes he kept looking at his ring wondering why Jazz never calls. He watched the fisher men trying to catch the meal for the day in the harbor. Sometimes he looked towards where his brother was playing with other kids on the beach. It was clear he was enjoying his time.“Son,”Julie touch him on his shoulder before sitting down across from him.“Hello Mom, everything okay?” he looked at her and also noticed the difference in her.“That’s the very question I wanted to ask you. You seem sad,”“I am just thinking Mom,”“Is this about Jazz?”Jack turned to look at her. “Did you hear from her?”“No but I did talk to her grandmother. I want to go back.”“Are you taking Jason too?”“It’s time that he gets stability in his life.” Julie started fiddling with her fingers especially her rings. It draws his attention since it was what he has been doing. “There is something else I need to tell you Jac
Running…. running, need to hide. Nowhere was safe. Can hear his laughter. Need to slip away from what doesn’t work. Where is he? Why is he hiding… Warm tears stream down her face. She can’t reach out to wipe it away. She tried opening her eyes but she can’t see. Something covers her sight. She tried calling to find out who was with her, sometimes she senses the presence of someone circling around. Her heart beat wildly until she realized she wasn’t afraid of the unseen person. Darkness settles around her again. She tried not going into that tunnel, afraid of where he might be lurking. He enjoyed staying in the dense coverage of the island taunting her. She has the instinct to get up and run but she can’t move. She keeps fighting but the darkness was too powerful… She was now somewhere in the depths of her unconscious mind seeing herself as a person of one. She makes stillness into a quietness that resemblance invisibility. She needs to escape his cloying presence. Running…running…
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 he
Jack Warren stood looking down the length of the darken street. He carefully looked at his watch. He can’t believe the strange phone call he received during the early evening. His heart break when he recognized the familiar voice breaking in fear while asking him help.He immediately went into action slipping from his high security residence not wanting his highly paid bodyguards to know about his past. That side of him was only reserved for himself. He learned a long time ago not to trust the people closest to him.“Where the hell are you?”His fingers gripped the briefcase tightly knowing how dangerous it was to carry that much money around. On high alert he kept looking around. He kept for the moment a tight reign on his closed memories. He knows once he opened that door, the hurt, the fury, everything bad kept locked will be unleash.His mind briefly wanders to the girl he saw earlier. He made a note of the man and woman. They will be dealt with in a manner they will never forget
“That’s cold,” hissed Jazz opening her eyes. She instantly starts to shiver especially when she realized she was naked and her hands tied together. Frantically looking around to see who was with her and where she was currently.“Eva,” she asked shocked.“Took your bloody time waking up,” she grabbed hold of another bucket of water. Viciously she throws it against the helpless girl who covered on the dirty bed.Jazz sputters when the water hit her full in the face again. She thought she had survived her cousin’s mean streak but apparently not since she was behaving again like she used to when they were children. She suddenly searched and found her inner core knowing how to play their games of tormentor and the captive. She always might start the fight but she who was Jazz Duncan always completed it stepping away as the victor.“What the hell Eva? Untie my hands now.” She said in the stern voice she learned from her grandmother.“Tell me cousin, what do you remember about last night?” E
Jack Warren, self-made billionaire was not a man to be trifled with. He allows no one into his inner circle. There was only one man he trusted, he saved him from the streets and earned his respect and absolute loyalty. He looked at the sleeping boy across from him in the car. Since he found Jason in that duffle bag, not once did he leave him alone. He trusts no one around the boy. His mother has entrusted him with another one of her most valued persons. He was curious about his brother but any questions he has to wait for the answers.“Sir, we are here?”He looked up and away from the boy. The rundown building was the place he had grown up in. He patiently waited until the current owner died before buying the place. He plans on creating a park here. He wants to wipe away his past. He looked back at the sleeping boy wandering what his life was like before. The boy only admitted once that their mother told him he was his big brother and that he should live with him now. He tried to ques
“Jack Warren, where the bloody hell are you?”The man in question patiently sits behind his desk watching the door as it burst opened. He should talk to his ‘man’ about who was allowed entrance into his residencies from now on. He acted on pure instinct when he so quickly married Jazz Duncan. Uncertain as yet what his plans was but no one was going to made her look like a fool while married to him. He should give his ‘man’ a huge bonus for wiping the footage from the internet.“Bastard,” screeched the tall girl. She stopped in front of his desk slapping her open palms down on the smooth top.“Carly King,” he said nonchalant.“Is that all you can say?” she truly tries to control her temper. Suddenly she stood upright and strolled towards a close by chair sitting down. She takes deep breathes to calm her flaring temper.“What do you want Carly?”“Is it true?” she asked in a now soft almost girly voice.“You have to be more precise with the accusation.” He said indifferent.“Are you mar
“Jason,”Jazz quickly approached the boy. These last two days she noticed he kept himself apart from everyone. She was still uncertain but was acting on a gut feeling around him. If she was reading the signs correctly the boy has trust issues. She felt drawn to him almost like she should protect him. She remembers being very independent after losing her parents but there was something else going on with the boy.“Is something wrong Jazz?” he quickly sits up straight closing his school books.“No, I am just letting you know I am going out for an hour. Will you be okay?”“Yes, Jazz,”“Okay, can we have a movie night later?”“I would like that. Maybe we can ask Jack to join us.” He asked hopeful.“That’s an idea. Just so you know, I am not into romantic stories, I like scary or action packed.” She grinned when she saw she hit the right note for movie night. She hugged him again before leaving.Jason watched her, silent tears streaming down his face. He quickly looked around relief when h