Beautifully Insane

Chapter Eighteen

Paige

    The silence between Jackson and I made me uncomfortable. I would rather him demanding me to tell him where Mitch is and threatening me than the stillness of the air. My ears began ringing so loud I couldn't tell which ear it was coming from. Maybe Mitch realized you're not there, Charlie guessed.
Leaving like that was a mistake, I came to terms as I watched Jackson sit down in the chair his younger brother, Al, was sitting at before he was ordered to go on a small, effortless mission.
Don't blame youself, Shelly assured me, no one would want to stay somewhere they aren't welcomed.
Shelly had a point as I waited for the crude voice to say something to get my blood boiling. Since the voice wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, I figured I should give it a name instead of 'that voice'. I ended up getting distracted in finding a name that would suit the new voice in my head by Jackson pulling out a stack of cash from his pocket. "Where did you get this money?" Jackson repeated his question from earlier as he started to count the money.
I kept quiet as I soon saw his eyes flicker. He pulled out a ting, folded, white piece of paper. What is that, lint? I questioned
Jackson unfolded the paper and smiled. "Apparently, my men aren't thorough when it comes to counting money. Good thing I killed them," Jackson stated as he turned the piece of paper to reveal a phone number. "What if I shot you a deal?"
I looked into his eyes curiously of his proposal and how he could kill his own men. "What kind?"
"You agree to do a little job for me and I'll let you call whoever this number belongs to."
"What kind of job?"
Jackson held the phone close to my ear with his thumb ready to press the small, green icon shaped as a phone. "Agree and find out."
Maybe I can use this situation to my advantage, I took into consideration as a though instantly appeared into mind. "I don't think you want to press that button " I informed him.
"Why not?"
"Because that number belongs to a cop."
"Bullshit," Jackson barked, hesitating to press the button.
"Then press it," I dared him.
Jackson glared at me after putting the phone to his side.
"Or I can shoot you a deal?" I mocked.
"I don't like being toyed with!" Jackson shouted. "You are my hostage, you don't get to deal the cards around here!"
"Are you going to drop the macho act for a second to listen to my offer or not?" I snapped.
I heard Jackson took a deep breath of annoyance to swallow his pride. "I'm listening."
"I'll call my cop friend, who has a habit of breaking the rules," I fibbed, "to tell him to locate Mitch Wright for you and you let me go."
"Maybe you should be my negotiator," Jackson laughed and pulled out a gun. He aimed it at the center of my forehead. "If you try anything cute, I will blow your head off."
"Promise?" I softened my voice to sound a little seductive while giving him a quick wink.
Jackson pressed the green phone and held it to my ear. "You have a lot of balls," Jackson whispered.
     My heart started to press against my chest as I wished that Mitch would pick up. After a few ring, it stopped. "Paige?" A voice from the other end called my name.
Mitch, I recognized the voice as I felt myself melt. "Officer Christopher Daly, it's Paige," I spoke into the phone while Jackson's fingers were waiting until I slipped up to pull the trigger.
"Listen to me very carefully Officer Daly, I need you to locate Mitch Wright for me, the man you brought to Angelwood Asylum so we can turn ourselves in together. What we did was wrong and I'll take full responsibility for my actions. Please call back when you have set up a location for me to meet up and please bring him with you if possible."
I moved from the phone once I felt the message was clear and Jackson hung up on Officer Daly. "That was good. Do you believe the cop friend of yours will track Mitch within a few hours?"
"Officer Daly is one of the best in his department. I'm sure he will contact us once he has found Mitch."
"I believe you earned yourself a well-cooked meal. What would you like?"
Come to think of it, now that I was paying attention to my stomach, it was begging for food. I was flabbergasted he would leave what we ate up to me. "Is steak alright with you?"
Jackson cupped my cheek. "You read my mind. Perhaps after all of this blows over, you and I can get to know each other better," Jackson offered.
I smiled kindly not knowing what to say. The only man I desired was Mitch. Having Jackson be attracted to me, flirting with me, made me feel as if I was betraying not only Mitch, but myself for not having what I want. Mitch and I never fully agreed what our relationship status were, I guess we could classify ourselves as friends with benefits, but I considered myself Mitch's, even if he didn't feel the same way.