“I am a married woman, oh why, oh, did that happened,” Jazz sings while standing awkwardly in the shower, the strong arms holding in her position. Apparently, no shame in being naked with the man being a stranger.
“What should I do, what should I do,” She giggles then spurted water when a silent Jack pushed her soapy head under the water.
“Excuse me!” she wiped the water from her face.
“You better finish before I dropped you. Next time call one of the maids to help you,” Jack growls while reaching to shut the water of.
“I am not married to a bloody maid, and besides you did lie saying for better or worse,”
“It was just words,” he declares.
“Its what you think,” Jazz wipes the wet hair from her face then slowly turning in the arms holding her. She slowly looked up into his scowling face. “Really, what’s with the expression Jack?&r
The drums are calling, the drums are beating, the drums echoing the warning…Jack was restless and tense in his sleep. He tried opening his eyes but everything stayed dark around him.He can taste the fear in his mouth on his tongue. He tried fighting the invisible hands holding him down.“Jack don’t look,” said the voice somewhere in the darkness.“Who are you?” he tried asking but it felt like his lips are barely moving. It felt like his body was drenched in sweat.Again, he tried waking up but it seemed like he stayed trapped in the nightmare. He doesn’t know the hour of the night nor the reason but at last he managed to wake up. His first sleepy impression was the bright moonlight through the open curtains.Something caught and draw his attention, his gaze fixed on the door that stood slightly ajar. This puzzles him.“Jack,” called the voice.He starts to follow the voice. Once he reached his door, he carefully pushed it opened. The hall looked shadowy. Uncertain about what to do.
Jack unlocked the motel building. He noticed some faded footsteps in the dust on the cracked tile flooring. The entrance was filled with trash. Since he was here a couple of weeks ago someone thought it best to turn a locked place into a dumping place. Grim face his purposefully walked towards the room where he was raised. He instantly noticed the door stood opened. With his hand casually on his gun he steps closer.He slowly kicked the door wider stepping inside. The place was empty except for a bundle of clothes strewn over the dirty bed. He frowned stepping closer. He was instantly disgusted when he understood what he was looking at. Some perverted use the panties to ejaculate on and it seem like it was done recently.Jazz…he thought, remembering she was naked when he found her here. It means the bastard had brought the clothes back. “I will know who you are one way or another.” He softly vowed.He looked around and noticed the floor board
Jazz looked the screen when the phone ring for the umpteenth time. She has been avoiding her cousin like the plague not trusting her. She looked at her leg the cast letting her skin itch like crazy. She leaned back in her chair reaching for the book. The repeated messages followed like rapid shots. Annoyed she reached for the phone. It instantly rings in her hand.“What do you want Eva?”“Where are you?”“It is not of your concerned. I would appreciate it if you stop calling me.”“Don’t hang up,” Eva hastily said.“I have nothing to say to you Eva,” she snapped.“Grandmother died,” she screamed.Jazz felt her heart stop beating for a moment. She needs to take a couple of serious breaths to calm herself. Her knuckles were white with the strength of her hold.“Jazz…”“I don’t believe you.”“It’s true, Jazz.”“When did she die?”“A couple of days ago,” Eva said quickly.“It took you a couple of days to let me know she was dead, Eva. How dare you.”“The moment she died I was scared so I r
Jack was very furious but his quiet truth, he was shaken. He can’t believe what Carly nearly did in her fury to get back at him. He keeps pacing his floor not looking at the two who just sits there watching him. He knew should he now looked at them he would explode.“Do you mind,” Jazz finally asked.Jack immediately stopped his pacing facing her. It was clear the fury flashing in his dark eyes. His lips grimly pressed together.“What did you say?” he queries in the softest voice that clearly spells trouble.“I ask you to stop pacing since you are making me dizzy,” Jazz lift her head defiantly.“You were very irresponsible Jazz,” he declares.“Oh really,” she looked at him then searches for her crutches but it was nowhere. “Dart,” she mumbled.“What’s that you mumbled?”“What is your problem Jack?”“You dare
“You are not seriously going to gobble down that whole bowl of pudding?” Jack sounded shock. He had been watching in awe as the two were clearly enjoying themselves.“It’s pudding Jack,” Jason said between spoonful of pudding.” He managed a giggle into the mix.He just sits there looking at them. He can’t ever remember as a child enjoying sweets as it wasn’t allowed. He wonders what had happened in the movies with Jazz. She somehow also had a moment of panic. He looked down at his hand still seeing the imprints on his skin.“Are you really not going to try?” Jason seemed a bit disappointed.Jack looked into his eyes, seeing the hope but also uncertainty. He took the again offered spoon from a now silent Jazz. His first spoonful of the tasty mixed bowl of fruits, nuts and custard surprised him.“I told you it was delicious.” Jason stood and went to play at the old fashion pinball machine.“How often do you come here, Jazz?”“How did you guess?” she asked with a small smile.“The waitre
Jack looked up. The shadowy person stood still just looking back.“What the hell?” He looked around but it was clear it was just them. “I have a gun,” he reached behind his back. The stranger immediately bolted.“Stop, your bastard,” He gave chase. The stranger was just gone. He suddenly stepped onto something. He looked down and saw a note. He immediately recognized the paper. He bends down and picked it up.“Sir, what is going on?”“There is an intruder in the house.” He snapped.William disappeared while he hurried to his study and closed the door. He looked at his hands shaking wondering what this letter was going to say. This was the third one now. He does find it curious that the people she sends seemed to have such easy excess to his so-called high security complex.“What games are you playing Mom? What is the reason behind it all?” He sits back in his chair just looking at the note. The knock startled him. He briefly realized he was changing into that scared boy he once was.H
Jack drove towards the Duncan Estate in search of Jazz. Her phone’s tracking indicate that was her last sighting. He was extremely worried about the current happenings in his personal life. A door he had firmly closed was now being pushed opened. He drove through the gates frowning.“What the fuck?” He parked in front of the residence. Getting out he looked around, his hand on his gun. The place clearly starts to look neglected.Running up the stairs following the signal of the phone. The door opened under his touch. “Jazz…” he called but his voice only echoes.“Where are you?”Receiving no answer, he went upstairs searching for the possible bedroom of Jazz. He found it with her clothes in a bundle and the cell phone and wallet beside it. Puzzled he left the residence.“William, Jazz is gone.”“What do you mean sir?” the man asked very concerned over the line.“I am at the Duncan Estate; I tracked her phone here but she isn’t.” Jack looked at the wallet and cell phone he had grabbed a
“Jack…”Jazz bend down to looked into the car through the opened door.“Get into the car bloody hell,” he orders.Jazz noticed he kept looking behind her. She suddenly stood and climbed into the car; her hand signal quick towards little Timmy. He and the men immediately changed direction.Jack pulled the car away from the curb driving away. He keeps checking the review mirror. The silent girl beside him puzzles him. He had noticed she had taken her wallet and cell phone now checking her messages.“Jazz,” he keeps on driving in any kind of direction.“I am listening.” She said softly. She quietly decided not to be confrontational but instead listens to him. He was the first person in her circle to discover her on that corner. She was curious though if he knew what type of corner that was.“You left the house, why?” he questions clearly annoyed.“Jack are you angry with me?”“Yes, in truth.”“Well I don’t understand it.”“Why did you leave without telling me? The cast was only recently