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Tapping her long slender fingers against the counter of the bar, Lisa Reisert let out a bored sigh and glanced over at her watch. She swore if she had to listen to Brett Jacobs idiotic bragging about his high school football days for one second longer she was going to fall asleep right there in her seabreeze. Normally Lisa wouldn't be out with a pompous, self-centered jerk like this but she was doing a favor for Cynthia. She had been trying for weeks to get this guy to go out with her but he said he only would if she could find someone to go out with his friend Brett. After a week of desperate begging Lisa finally agreed. Lisa actually didn't mind doing a favor for one of her only friends but the truth was that she didn't like leaving the house much since the "incident" on the Red Eye flight only months ago. It was safe to say that Lisa was beyond paranoid no matter how much she tried to convince herself that there was nothing to be afraid of anymore. Even though Jackson Rippner was securely behind bars that didn't stop her from jumping when things went bump in the night.

"Yeah my senior year I won the all state championship."

Lisa shook her head up and down, trying her best to look interested. As Brett turned around in his chair to order another Samuel Adams from the bar tender her cell phone went off. Inwardly letting out a huge sigh of relief, she reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone, flipping it open.

"Hey Dad." She said, her voice secretly filled with pure happiness at the predictability of her father.

Ever since the Red Eye flight and Jackson Rippner her father would call her every couple of hours to check up on her. Their conversation was brief but when she finally closed the phone and put it back into her purse she fiend a look of disappointment.

"That was my Dad. He really needs me to stop by his house so I better get going." She said, standing up from the bar and straightening out her skirt.

"Oh come on the night is young." Brett protested.

"Look I'm really sorry I have to go but it was so nice meeting you." She lied, reaching out to shake his hand.

"I'll see you Monday at work ok Cynthia?"

"Ok sure." Cynthia replied, not really paying too much attention as she was completely wrapped up in her date.

Lisa pushed through the crowd of people and made her way out of the bar into the parking lot. She pulled her keys out of her purse and made her way to her car. She slightly jumped from fright and surprise when she felt someone walking besides her. Brett smiled down at her as he weaved his arm through hers.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"What can't a gentlemen walk a lady to her car."

Lisa quickened her pace and stuck her key in the car door, desperately wanting to get away from this jerk as fast as possible.

"Thanks but I think I can take it from here." Lisa told him, as she unlocked the door and pulled it open a jar.

A jolt of fear ran through her body when she felt Brett close the door shut and place his hands on her waist turning her around.

"Oh come on no good night kiss?" He said, leaning in close to her.

Flashbacks of that horrible day in the parking lot began to race through her mind.

"Look Brett I have to leave my Dad needs me."

"He can wait." Brett told her, making another move to kiss her.

Lisa's body shrunk back against the car as Brett began kissing her. As she felt his hand begin to creep up her skirt her heart began racing and the feeling of panic set in.

"Get off of me!" She yelled, pushing him away and kneeing him in the groin.

As Brett bent over in pain Lisa took her chance to runaway and make it back into the bar. A strong hand wrapped around her ankle causing her to lose her balance and fall harshly down onto the cold, unforgiving pavement. Her head hit the ground pretty hard and the last thing she remembered was a deep fog of darkness overtaking her senses and Brett crawling up on top of her and pulling roughly at her skirt.

"You're mine now." He said angrily ripping at her skirt.

Brett didn't even see it coming as the large metal bat came smashing down against his head.

"Correction. She's mine." Jackson Rippner said, as Brett fell over and blood began pouring out of his head.

Jackson wiped the blood off of the bat and walked a few paces over to his car, tossing the bat into the trunk. He then dragged Brett's body to the trunk and put it in slamming it shut once it was inside. He walked back over to Lisa and gently ran his fingers against the wound on the side of her forehead and then easily lifted her up and placed her in the passenger's seat of the car. As he climbed into the driver's seat and started up the ignition he paused and looked over at the unconscious Lisa.

"Poor guy. I guess no one told him that you belong to me." Jackson said, as he pushed his foot against the gas pedal and sped out of the parking lot.