Doors Jack Novels & Stories

Only when he presses too hard and I wince a little does he draw his hand back. "I'm sorry," he says, looking away. When he speaks again, his voice is rough. "I just don't know what I'd do if anything else happened to you." Before I can respond, he grabs the toolbox out of my hand. "This," he says, reaching inside, "is a jack. It's used to support the car while we change the tire." I'm still trying to recover from the last thing he said. I can hardly keep up with the sudden subject change.

The next time I awoke, it was to find Jordan and Jack standing at the doorway. Jordan was whispering to him emphatically, almost pleading with him. But Jack, it seemed, wasn't listening. He was slouched down, looking defeated, and his arms were crossed over his chest. It was obvious that he was not listening to whatever it was that Jordan was saying. Jack kept shaking his head, and I watched as Jordan's shoulders sagged as well like he was giving up.

The garage door opened at the push of a button and Jack pulled the truck inside. Before I could even get the door open Jack leapt out of the cab of the oversized pickup and opened it for me. He lifted me down, making sure the front of my body skimmed along his as he slowly lowered my feet to the ground. My breath caught as I registered the fact his erection hadn't subsided at all during the drive.

They always said Friday was the day for firing people. Each step of the stairs was pain filled and the drumming beat of my march to the gallows. I gave a heavy sigh before reaching out and knocking on Jack’s door. “Come in,” he called from the other side. I twisted the handle and pushed the door open. Jack sat at the large wooden desk he’d had since I’d known him. He had it specially made, commissioned from local Amish. There was no smile on Jack’s face, and he let out a long, low sigh.

The wind roared in, a hurricane of freezing air and deafening noise. The cryo-pods groaned against their restraints. The mag-locks whined, sparking. Jack grabbed the manual override wheel of the ramp, but it was jammed. The hydraulics were dead. The ramp was held by a single, failing emergency bolt. He looked at the pods. He looked at his father’s face behind the frost. "Not today," Jack growled. He jammed his shoulder under the heavy crossbar of the locking mechanism. He planted his feet on the grating, his boots engaging their magnetic grips. He wasn't trying to close the ramp; the hydraulics were too heavy for that. He was trying to become the latch.

“Mind if I come inside?” “No, man.” Eddie stepped aside immediately. “You look at whatever you want.” “After you.” Jack gestured. He wasn’t about to let Eddie get behind him with that tire iron. The big plow was in the middle of the bay, some tools lying around the front tire. Eddie must have been working on that. He plodded back there now and dropped the tire iron next to the other tools. “I can get you the shovel.” “I’d appreciate that.” Jack stared at the woodstove in the back. He hadn’t seen that when he’d looked through the windows before. It had been covered by a partially open door.

Chapter 25. Switching it... Daniel went to the basement of the company to get his car when he saw Jack bend over his Audi. Apparently there was some issue with the engine because he could see Jack working some plugs and wires but the car won’t start. "Jack. What happened"? Daniel went to him to check. "Hmmm? I don’t know. The car won’t start. It’s too late that my mechanic can’t come either". Jack said racking his hair. He was standing with one hand on his hip and other in his hair. Looking at his car in pure disappointment.

We are getting this place up to the standards that I require. We are getting ready to smuggle Jack back into the building via truck again. Joker is rolling the furniture dolly into the living room. Setting down the box harder than necessary and hearing a muffled Jack yell, "You did that on purpose, fucker!" Joker twirls around a crowbar, smiling like an unhinged person would. "You better talk nice to me, Jackie! Otherwise, I might misplace this crowbar." "Queenie! Use your twin powers to overpower this asshole!" Jack voices as he pounds against the box, attempting to free himself.

Jack drove out at insane speed, breaking the speed limit. He manuvered past the many cars that plied the room as the covered the distance from in office to Karen's house in few minutes. He parked his car carelessly in her entrance and jumped out. Her car was still parked in the garage so he walked to the door, trying to pull it open. After trying twice, he realized it was locked from the inside. He cussed as he stared at the door, slowly running out of options. He moved backwards and slammed his shoulder on the door and still, it remained unmoved.

Jack exclaimed as he was trying to calculate the measurement of the ladder of the truck. "It will be really good I think." He said while nodding his head. Jack walk his way to the drivers seat and hold to try to open it but he can't. It was locked and it doesn't have a key. He tried to peek inside to look on the drivers seat if there is a key inserted but he didn't see any. "Now that is a problem." He said while going down from the truck. He was thinking of any other way to let the truck start. He walk around to look for something that he can use to smash the window of the truck. He saw an axe not far away from those trucks. He reach for it and carry it.