The Brown Eyed Daughter

Chapter 15

Lala stood in the pitch black room pounding on the door screaming and shouting. "I didn't do it!" She kept repeating. She began to grow tired, her fists becoming sore and bruised. "I didn't do it," she cried quietly sliding down the door.

"They can't hear you." Jack's calm and quiet voice spooked Lala. She peered around not able to see him.

"There's gotta be a light switch around here somewhere..." Lala said feeling the walls the near the door. Finally her fingers came across it. Flicking it on, she instantly wished she didn't. She saw the metal torturous weapons hanging on the walls, tables and the plastic on the floor. "Holy shit." She breathed looking around.

"He's gonna kill us..." Jack hung his head, sitting in the middle of the room, his hands still tied behind his back.

Lala took a deep breath and snatched a knife off of a table next to her. "No the fuck he's not," she spoke through her teeth as walked over to Jack. Lala quickly slipped the sharp knife between his hands cutting the tie off. "I've killed two people today, think I'm gonna stop now." She said looking Jack in the eye.

Jack swallowed, flashing back to Lala firing the gun right past him. "There's nothing we can do, Lala." Jack said standing up and rubbing his raw wrists.

Lala shook her head looking around the room, licking her lip. "There's always something uh," she paused still looking around. "A loop hole, a fuck up." Lala smiled seeing a rifle in the corner of the room, she quickly picked it up, dropping the knife. "And they fucked up by putting me in here with all this shit."

Jack stepped back as he watched Lala examine the gun. "Do you know how to use that thing?"

"Ever heard of the Hunnington gun club?" Lala smirked. "My Dad use to sneak me in as a kid."

Jack was becoming afraid of Lala and the way she was acting but quickly pushed the fear away as he noticed the blood running down the side of her face and neck. "You're loosing a lot of blood," he said taking off his shirt and pressed it against her head.

Lala flinched away. "Don't touch me."

"No!" Jack held on to her, applying pressure. Lala didn't move this time, she just stared at Jack, who stared back at her. "That's wasn't you, who I was texting, was it?"

"No..." Lala spoke softly.

Jack nodded, looking down. "I've always been second best to Matt." He sighed. "Now to girls too." He gave a half hearted chuckle.

"It's not that I didn't want to." Lala took ahold of his face in her hand, the gun in the other, making him look at her. "I've thought about you everyday." She said slowly letting her hand drop back to the gun.

Jack stared in to her eyes, gently pulling her face towards him. Out of instinct she pulled away. "I'm sorry I thought--" Jack was interrupted as Lala's lips collided with his own. Jack's hand slipped to the small of her back pulling her towards him as his other hand stayed pressed against her head with his grey shirt.

Lala pulled away, looking deeply in his eyes. "Just remember I care about you, okay?"

Before Jack could say anything the door swung open, revealing Matthew and two guards. "Oh..." Matthew sighed. "Would you look at that, am I ruining a moment?" His tone sarcastic.

Lala swiftly shoved Jack away, pointing the gun at Matthew. "I'm leaving here, you understand?" She said walking towards him, the guards pointing their guns at her.

Matthew took note of the blood running down her face and neck almost covering his shirt, he had given her. His heart ached at the sight, but pushed the feelings away. "But why?" He smiled. "We're just about to have some fun."