Manipulator (red eye fan fic)

Gaining interest

I made it back to my house, feeling tired, but so happy. I did a little dance because of how happy I was. I thought about the guys name,
"Jack Rippner....jack..Rippner... Jack the Ripper?!" I whispered to myself. I chuckled, how stupid of their parents. I took off my heels, put on slippers and hung my black leather jacket on the coat hanger. I walked downstairs to find a midnight snack, and sat at the island. I poured myself some red wine, and took a small sip.

I suddenly got the feeling somebody was watching me. I looked around me, checking all the windows in the house. I quickly shut and locked all the windows, and locked the door. I ran upstairs, a little frightened by the storm. I crawled into bed, not changing my slip dress, just falling asleep slowly.

I woke up, really early in the morning. I checked my clock and I red the numbers 2:00. It was 2 Am, I sat up for a second to take a deep breath, and went downstairs. I felt a little bit drowsy, but it was the middle of the night. I grabbed a glass of water, and took a sip. Before I could finish it I saw a man's figure in the dark. I suddenly dropped my water, and screamed. I ran for the phone and dialled 911. I couldn't see the figure anymore but I knew somebody was in my house. I called and managed to get out a few words on the phone.

"Hello?!"

"911 What's your emergency?"

"Yes, um there's somebody in my house.."

"Okay well be right there what's your address?"

"Um 4920 42nd street, shady ville.."

"Yep well be right there, is there anywhere you can hide?"

"Yes, okay I'll hide.."

"Okay well be right there."

I hung up the phone and waited patiently. I was mad at myself that I didn't have a weapon with me, I didn't have time to grab one. I heard police cars at my house, I ran outside and waited with a police officer.

Soon one of the officers came out, looking disapproved.

"It's clear"

"What?! I swear I saw something! I'm not lying!"

"I'm sorry but there's nothing there.."

"Fuck.." I whispered.

The police officers then left and I was alone, standing outside. I heard someone running to me.

"Who is that?"

"It's just me, Jackson"

I was so relieved to see Jackson, at least someone I knew. I ran up to him and hugged him, making him a little startled but he hugged me back. I was so happy to see him.

"What happened? I heard sirens so I came as soon as I could"

"I thought I saw someone in my house.."

"Ah, it's probably first night jitters.."

"Yea, maybe"

"Would you like me to stay the night? Keep you safe?"

"If you would, then I would like that"

Jackson took my hand, and I lead him inside. I took him to the kitchen, both sitting at the island.

"Would you like wine?"

"Sure, red?"

"Yes" I chuckled.

We both sipped our wine, talking, laughing, and sharing memories. It felt great to actually know someone in this town, all I need to worry about is getting a second job. Just a small one, nothing big. Just to keep me out of debt.

I took Jackson upstairs to the spare bedroom, what used to be mine, but I moved all the girly furniture out and got new stuff.

"This is great, thanks"

"Yes! Of course"

I took myself to my bedroom, and lay down. This all felt unreal, I didn't know if their was somebody in the house, but I sure saw it. I thought about Jackson, I was gaining interest in him, and I new why. He had beautiful blue eyes, and dark hair, and kind of pale skin. He had a few freckles, and his hair was a little bit long. He was my dream man, the thing I've been longing for years. I couldn't fall for him yet though, it's only been 2 days.

I woke up the next morning to the front door shutting, I knew it was Jackson, but I just wanted to make sure. It was 9:30, so I assumed I should look for places that were hiring. I changed into black dress pants with a black belt. I wore a white buttoned up shirt with my sliver necklace my mom gave me for my 13th birthday. I wore a diamond bracelet, and I put my hair up in a clip. I did my makeup, and I thought I looked pretty good! I put on my classic black heels, grabbed my purse, and went out the door. I started my car and left. 

As I was driving, I was thinking of things to say. Should I be bubbly? Or should I be professional? I was struggling to find out what to say, but I saw someone familiar as I parked my car at the cafe. It was Jackson.