Manipulator (red eye fan fic)

A man i met

I sat at the island, crying my eyes out. I didn't know why he thought I knew something, i barley know the keefes, i just knew that they were going on a vacation. Why would he assassinate an innocent man? Not to mention, with two kids and a wife.
I just couldn't believe this. And the sad thing is that there was nothing I could do. I didn't even have their number. I just hoped something would make him fail. Just anything.

I soon got a call from Jackson. He sounded nervous, but he was also calm.

"Hey sweetheart how are you?"

"Why the fuck are you calling me sweetheart? You just held a gun to my head and threatens to kill me"

Jackson groaned, "i already told you Brooke i needed to get information. And I'm sorry for not believing you, o found someone who has the information I need"

"Where are you?"

"I'm on a plane right now, heading to Miami."

"Oh god, what are you going to do to the person who has information"

"You will find out"

"Oh my god Jackson n-"

Before I could finish my sentence he hung up, what a dick.
I couldn't believe what I heard. Was he going to kill the fucking person you had the information too? Fuck. I can't believe i got caught up in this bullshit! I need to help keefe somehow, even though it will get me killed, i don't Care. There is an innocent family, waiting to get killed and I can't let that happen.

I sat on my couch, watching fight club, just worrying. I didn't want this to happen, it just couldn't.

Soon I got another call 6 hours later from the hospital in Miami. "Fuck what happened now.." i said before answering the phone.

"Hello?"

"Your husband is at the hospital, he said that you can pick him up, is that correct?"

"I'm he's not my husband.."

"Uh let me see... ah, Jackson Rippner, right?"

"Um yes"

"Well he claims he's your husband so can you pick him up?"

"Fine, I'll be there soon"

"Great"

I started my car, and headed for the airport. I couldn't believe this was happening.

1 hour later i made it, i bought a ticket at the airport for Miami and left for the the plane. As i searched for my seat number, i saw a handsome man sitting in it.

"I-I'm sorry i think I sit here"

"Oh are you sure?"

"Yes, see g-5"

"Ah, well I guess you sit with me" he chuckled.

"Oh great!"

I seated myself next to him, he made me nervous because of how handsome he is. I couldn't figure out if I liked Jackson better, or him, but I had to find out his name.

"So, what's your name?"

"It's Matthew what about you?"

"Brooke"

"What a beautiful name, I've never met a Brooke before, but it's wonderful to meet one" he smiled.

"Thank you, and Matthew is a very handsome name too"

Matthew smirked at me and continued to read his book.

He looked at me, and smirked, "your very beautiful, you know that?"

"Thank you"

"No problem, but may i have your number? Just in case you know?"

"Of yeah, of course! Here.."

I grabbed my notepad and pen from out of my purse, stopping for a minute to remember when Jackson asked me for my number at the cafe. I got insane deja vu. I continued to grab the notepad, and wrote down "Brooke's number:" in hand writing. I passed it to him, and he smiled at me.

He then lifted my chin, and kissed me on the cheek. I felt amazing. He was my dream man, the one I've been waiting for to come save me from Jackson. The problem is that I still love Jackson, he made me feel good. But he also didn't. The first 5 minutes we went on that date was amazing. He made me feel like a woman. A true woman. Until he exposed something about himself that I never wanted to know. I just wanted the date to go right, until he had to ducking do that to me, he pretty much betrayed my trust.

It's been a week and a half since I've known Jackson. All of it full of pain. The lust in my eyes whenever I see him is incredible. He's so beautiful. His eyes are my favourite part about him. They are so seductive it's amazing. He knows how to seduce women, and he's obviously had experience before. All he did was come to this shitty town to get some information. The sad thing is that he doesn't even love me, if he did I wouldn't want him to anyway. He's dangerous, and I can't get involved in that. He kill's people, he ducking kills innocent people. Why would he choose that as his job? Does he find pleasure in it? I certainly fucking hope not.