Jack In The Box novel Chapter 15

I laughed, but Jackson’s expressions hadn’t changed. He was still having that intense look in his whiskey colored eyes. “Me? Marry you?”

His brows arched up. “Why not?”

“What type weed have you been smoking today?”

Ignoring my question, he dipped the spoon back into the lasagna and took another bite. “I do want to marry you, Riley. Just think about it. You wouldn’t have to worry about bills or about keeping a job for that matter.”

I laughed again. Because it was so funny. “And what about the police, Jackson? I don’t have to worry about that either? Should we live our life looking behind our backs? What would I tell ”our" future children? That their father is a psychotic killer?”

“Here I’m talking about marriage and you’re talking about future children.” He sniggered. “You have it all planned out ahead of you.”

I rubbed my temples in frustration, watching him gobble down half of the lasagne. “You have to let me go, Jack. The police are going to start looking for me, and you’re going to be in far more trouble than you think.”

He stopped eating like a caveman and patter his mouth with a towel, turning his full attention towards me. “You’ve been missing for the past forty-eight hours. Do you think the police and the Asylum authorities are sitting ducks? Obviously, they’ve torn down every other place they think they can find me.” He said, guzzling down an entire bottle of chilled water. “As for you, you can try begging and groveling at my feet. My decision won’t change. You are staying here with me. That’s final.”

I leaned closer and took his hands in mine. “If you keep me here, it’s going to be a double offense. Instead, we can go to the police together, you can confess your crimes and I’ll make sure you don’t get jail time. I’ll be your alibi. I won’t even mention the kidnapping. The most you would get is a few years in the mental facility.”

Jackson laughed, the kind of laugher that was downright mocking like I’d recited the best joke out of the joke book. “Riley, do you even know who I am?”

I swallowed. “I do know what they have all told me, the fact that I should be careful around you, that you’re not someone to be trusted.”

He smiled in the same devilish way. “Well, since you don’t know who I really am, I think I’d like to continue being your mystery man.”

That made me really curious and I kind of wished I’d listened to Maddy and googled him. I’d been too adamant to look at Jackson as anything but a patient assigned to me and now it was biting me in the ass.

“I’ll find out one way or the other.” I promised him.

He sniggered. “I hope you do, but I should also add that whatever you read online is hardly ever the truth.”

“Give me the television remote control.” I raised my hand towards him, palm up.

All the humor had left Jackson’s face, he stared at me expressionless.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the television remote lying on the couch, I lunged for it. Jackson was too late, the remote was already in my hand.

He stood at the side staring intently at me. “Riley, please.”

Before he could say anything, I switched on the huge television and continued to switch channels until I had the right one on.

“...Police have yet to discover who did the murder but they suspect Multi-Millionaire and psychotic killer Jackson Wolfe to be involved with it. Since the suspect, Jackson has escaped the asylum, it has been discovered that he had an accomplice...”

Accomplice.

I felt the blood rushed to my ears, and I suspected to look as white as a sheet after getting one shock after the other.

Jackson was a Multi-Millionaire?

I let the thought slide and watched horrified as a blurred image of a nurse flashed on the screen. Her body was mutilated beyond recognization, her limps were brutally beaten.

The reporter continued. “The victim’s body was found in WoodVille’s old hospital wing by a ward boy who stumbled upon the gruesome scene. The police have refused to disclose any more details about the case but it has been speculated that Jackson Wolfe committed the murder before his escape.”

The camera zoomed into the wall of WoodVille asylum’s abandoned wing. The words were smeared in blood.

The Clock is ticking :)

Jackson snatched the remote out of my hands and switched off the tv. The room continued to bask in a dead silence. My hands were shaking, I threw an accusatory glare at Jackson. “Did you do it?”

“I didn’t want you to look at it because I knew you would misunderstand.”

“Did you kill Nurse Roxanne?!”

“You think I did it?” Jackson asked me.

I was frightened. My mind was in a state of shock. “It’s you. You killed her. She was your assigned nurse before me! And you got her killed!” I climbed to my feet, stumbled against the coffee table and backed away from him as far as possible.

“I didn’t do it, Riley.” He said with such conviction that anyone would believe him.

“Then who was it?!” I asked. “The ghost of Jeffrey Dahmer?” My hand flew to my mouth. “Oh my god. For a moment, I believed you when you said you were framed, but Roxy...”

“I’M BEING FRAMED!” He growled and pounded his hand against the glass coffee table so hard that it cracked in two. “Goddamnit Riley! I didn’t do it. I didn’t kill her!”

“Aaron told me that you manipulate people into thinking you’re innocent.” I said between crying. “I guess he was right all along. You’re a liar and a manipulator. You killed Roxy because she knew something about you that you feared she would tell everyone and so you killed her. It makes perfect sense.”

Jackson shook his head. “That’s exactly what the killer wants you to think. He’s targeting the people connected to me.”

“If that’s the case then there’s nothing for you to fear about. We will leave right now and go straight to the police. You will tell them the truth about how you didn’t kill her or David.” I reasoned with him. “Or we could go to Aaron and ask him for help. I know if we talked to Aaron he will help us.”