Jackie Kennedy’s House, Washington DC
Jackie sat in her living room reading the headlines. She sighed and chucked the papers on the table. “Mrs Kennedy?” Someone knocked on the door.
“Yeah?”
Clint Hill poked his head in. “I just wanted to check you were okay, I know yesterday was hard for you.”
“Oh Clint I don’t know why he did it. I keep thinking about that dreadful day in Dallas.”
“Would you like to talk about it?”
Jackie nodded and watched as he sat down. “I’m all ears.”
“I just can’t get the image of that empty coffin, when I opened it to place my letter in and he wasn’t there. His agents had to confess everything, I was so angry. I just couldn’t believe he had gone to the bother of faking his own death just to be with her.”
“Mrs Kennedy I know it’s not easy and what he did was unforgivable but you can’t dwell on the past.”
“I know but he’s left me living like this. I can’t even leave my house.”
Clint rubbed her back. “Why don’t you make his life hell?”
Jackie laughed. “I think Caroline will be doing enough of that. She doesn’t like Marilyn.”
Clint chuckled. “I wish him the best of luck then.”
“I don’t.”
“I’ll never forget the look on your face when you saw him hiding in the White House.”
Jackie smirked. “I don’t think he will either.”
They laughed. “I actually feel sorry for him; he’s stuck with her for the rest of his life.”
Clint nodded and hugged her. Jackie pulled back, she gazed into his eyes. She hadn’t noticed how blue they were before. Without saying anything, she brushed her lips against his.
Jack and Marilyn’s House
Jack sat outside in the garden watching the clouds; the weather reminded him of the humid day in Dallas. He felt so guilty; Jackie was never meant to find out.
When they got home to Washington on the 22nd November the secret service had hid him in the White House basement. However, Jackie had wanted to see the body and she discovered he wasn’t really dead.
Jack was sitting in the basement quite relaxed when Jackie rushed in. She looked very angry, the redness of her face married the dried blood on her pink suit. “You!” She hissed. She slapped him.
“I’m sorry Jackie, you weren’t meant to find out.” Jack said weakly clutching his face.
“I wish you were dead she snapped.”
“Jackie?” But she had left. Jack rolled his eyes, this hadn’t gone to plan.
Jackie’s House
Jackie was lying beside Clint. She gazed around at the state of her room. She smiled, maybe now after ten years she would be treated right.
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Hidden Secrets
FanfictionIt's December 1963, Jackie is living in Georgetown with Caroline and John. Her every move is noted by the press outside her house. Just why was she left with this? In 1962 Marilyn Monroe died and in 1963 John F Kennedy died, or so we thought. Just m...
