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Chapter 13 - Potatoes

“Not hungry?” Jackson asked as he eyed Lisa just sitting there, staring at her meal.

She ignored his question but didn't remain silent; “How could you possibly know?”

He finished chewing before he spoke up again, “How would I know what?” He had a pretty good idea of what she was asking but he also had the desire to have a conversation that lasted more than just a brief moment.

She took a deep breath and hissed a sound of disdain before she uttered her next words to him. She emphasized each syllable carefully as though she were speaking to an incompetent. Jackson was not impressed by it. “How would you know that I couldn't be pregnant?”

“Ah.” He ignored the way she asked it for the moment. “Because of this.” He said in an almost jovial manner as he reached across the bar, picked up her fork and jabbed it into a piece of potato from her plate.

She finally looked up at him with anger and confusion plastered on her face. She didn't feel like being toyed with at the moment and it had taken everything she had just to ask that one simple question. “Potatoes?” was her bitter response.

“No, not the potatoes, silly, or any other kind of food but it's a matter of what I put in them. Basically, so to speak, you've been on the pill from the moment you got here.” He watched the anger boil up behind her eyes as she tried to find the words.

“You...” she looked away, “you had it all planned from the beginning?”

“Well, it was always a distinct possibility with you being female and all. Besides, if I'd just wanted someone for good conversation, I would have picked a guy.” He was delighted to see her anger increase as she stood up from the table.

“I'm not eating anymore of it.” She whispered out as she backed away, her attention still on the food.

He stood with her. He hadn't seen her this agitated since he first brought her to his home. He knew forcing her into bed would cause a set back or two but it was necessary and most definitely worth it. He already had a plan for making it a permanent part of her routine but that was going to take some time, like everything else he wanted to accomplish with her. Unfortunately, he only had a certain amount of time before outside parties would take an interest in her progress and viability.

“I'm flattered Leese. I had no idea you wanted to start a family.”

“Screw you!” She shouted, still backing away from the table.

“You really shouldn't insinuate things you don't mean Leese or I might start to think that you're inviting it.” He said with a condescending grin

She'd had enough, so she turned and bolted for her room.

“Not yet love. You haven't even touched your food yet.” He took off after her but she had the added advantage of both being closer and of throwing an accent chair into his path that he almost tripped over. “Don't do this Leese. You were doing so well.” He suddenly sounded stern.

She didn't respond to his taunt as she dashed through the door and slammed it behind her. She knew she didn't have anywhere to run and that running into her room really hadn't accomplished anything but she needed to be away from him. Even if that `away' was only a matter of inches of solid door that separated them. She flung her back against it and braced herself for the blow she knew was to follow. She didn't have to wait very long as the door suddenly burst open with the weight of Jackson's impact against it.

She never had figured out how to close the doors, let alone lock them. She fell to the floor and started to scramble for the bathroom, her next best bet for temporary freedom but her pursuer had other plans. He too had fallen after barging in but was up quickly enough to grab an ankle and pull her smaller form towards his.

She kicked out as wildly as she could with her still free but bare foot and finally managed to land a blow to his jaw. It resounded with a definite thud and she was able to wrench her other limb away from his grasp. The blow was only enough force behind it to stun him however and it was only a moment before he regained his hold. This time he didn't hold back and savagely yanked her body towards his. It only took him a moment to overpower the frantic woman who was now beneath him with her two wrists pinned under his hands and his prone form half covering hers.

“Stop it!” He yelled. It was the first time he raised his voice to her since bringing her here but the pain in his jaw and her constantly struggling beneath him had caused him to lose his normally maintained calm. He secured both her wrists in one of his hands and grasped the hair at the top of her head. He pulled back with a jerk to completely gain her attention and stun her body into stillness. “Stop this. What do you think this is going to get you? You don't have anywhere to run and there's no one that can help you. So why do you have to be this goddamned stubborn?”

“Me stubborn? I'm the one who's a prisoner here and you have the audacity to call me stubborn!” She tried to pull her head out of his grasp but failed. She felt her head none too gently cracked against the thin carpet of the spare room.

“I can call you stubborn because you fucking are.” His voice had somewhat regained its forced calm and his face hovered a mere inch from her face. “You have no idea what you're risking by keeping this shit up.” He watched her eyes that bore into his.

“Then explain it to me. How am I supposed to know anything if you don't tell me everything except bullshit about birds? All I know is what you tell me. You tell me that I'm dead and you show me pictures of my own funeral. You tell me you're going to kill an entire family and show me their picture. You tell me you won't kill them if I...I let you...”

“God, enough.” He rolled his eyes. “I am so sick and tired of your constant little internal struggle with all this as though you are some poor persecuted saint. If you don't start coming around, this is all going to be one big failed experiment.”

“Is that what I am? Some sick experiment.” She spat out incredulously.

“OH MY GOD! Get over yourself.” He wanted to laugh but held himself back. “You need to come to a realization and quickly at that. I only have so long to demonstrate that you'll acclimate to this, if not...” He was cut off mid sentence.

“What! You'll kill me. I'm getting tired of that one Jack!”

“It won't be me darling, only if I want to and at the moment, I'm enjoying you too much alive but you're not giving yourself any options here.”

“I'd rather be dead!” She was still shouting.

“I'm more than aware of that and hell, I actually respect it to a point but it's not just you, now is it? You know damn well what else is at stake.”

That took some of the wind out of her sails. She did know.

“But...”

”There are no buts Leese. You're forcing your future on yourself and I'm trying as hard as I can to get you used to all of this but until an outside party is convinced, your stay on this earth along with those you care about is only tentative at best and wholly out of my hands.”

“I…” But she just stopped and her body relaxed.

Jackson sighed when he felt the fight leave her and pushed himself off of her. He stood as she backed herself up against a wall and just sat there staring into empty space. He turned to look at the living room and its upturned chair.

“Everyone said you'd be a bad choice, that you wouldn't work out and I'd just wind wasting a lot of time and money. In all honesty Leese, I don't want to kill you.” He turned to look at her when he heard her laugh. She had one hand to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose and occasionally giving off a sardonic laugh.

“You find that funny?” He asked.

“Yeah…yeah I really do.” But she'd stopped laughing.

“What part?”

She glanced at him briefly before standing herself. “The part about how you can actually sound concerned when saying the crap that you just said me.”

“Ah.” He looked up at the ceiling and cocked his head to the side but he didn't say whether he agreed with her or not. Instead he walked to the door and stopped. “Well then, shall we?” He asked, motioning back out toward the kitchen.

He watched as she shook her head as though she was going to refuse but then she began walking in his direction. When she passed him she whispered quietly.

“I hate you.”

He smiled after she passed by him. “Oh, I know you do.”

 

angelsfalltearfully - Funny you should mention how the story turns out because I, in conjunction with an amazing collaborative effort between a colleague and myself, just had an epiphany on how to end this little fic. Yeah! Now all you have to do is stick around and tell me if it works!

KingSamuraiJack - Jackson lie!.... unheard of. Ok, maybe not but hey, he is a killer and generally just not a very nice guy. Poor, poor Lisa. Will she ever survive? Hehehe. I love writing!