Love on Ripper street

Chapter 3.

Dinner was pleasant, Alice took the silver wear and the plates to the kitchen and to her surprise Jack actually helped her.

"Jack, where am I going to put these?" Alice asked.

"My name is actually not Jack, it's just something people started calling me because they couldn't identify me."

"Then what is your name?"

"That I'll tell you in time, I can't tell you now, I barely know you. What if you go to the police, right after I tell you my name?"

Well at least he made a clear point. He was right, why would he expose his identity to a girl he just kidnapped?

"Well how could I go to the police if I'm trapped here? And I'm certine that you wouldn't let me go if I knew your identity. You've kept it a secret this long, isn't it boring not to have a person close to you, or a person that knows you, that you could talk to?"

Alice saw him clenching his jaw, and he looked down at his feet, and when he looked up again she saw something flashing in his eyes. Something that looked like sadness mixed with rage.

"I think you shouldn't ask about things that you don't need to know about."

He took her arm and dragged her behind him up the stairs and threw her in the first room to the right. She managed to catch her breath before he closed the door.

"Wait, I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to offend you or to pry." She managed to stutter out before he closed the door.

"What are you going to do to me?!" She screamed and punched the hard wooden door.

"Nothing, that's exactly why I locked you in there." She heard him say in the distance.

Alice sat down against the door and pulled her knees up it her chest, while she felt tears slowly forming in the corners of her eyes. Why would he blast out at her like that? Why would he lock her in this room. Alive glanced around the room with blurry vision. It looked like a teen girls rom, with cream white walls, and dark hard wood flooring. The bed was centered in the room and it was a beautiful bed with a white cover and light grey and blush pink pillows. The room had a white desk right beside a bay window, that had the same exact pillows as the bed. The room had some paintings with beautiful horses on it and there was a door to Alice's left. She went up and opened the door, which led to a beautiful bathroom, that had a bathtub with lion paws in gold, and a beautiful cristal chandelier. Why did a lonely guy like "Jack" have a beautiful girls room like this? Maybe he had a sister that moved out or something.
Alice saw that the bathroom also had a extra door, which led to the biggest wardrobe she had ever seen! It was stacked with beautiful clothes and shoes from ceiling to floor and the clothes looked like there was a girl, obviously, living here, and Alice guessed that she was in her late teen years, but had a very mature style.

Alice went back to the bedroom and looked more closely at some pictures that were standing on the bedside table. One photo catched her attention and it was a picture of "Jack" and possibly his sister. She was beautiful, with long blond hair and bright ocean blue eyes. She was very similar to "Jack", she had the same defined cheekbones and the same eye color, the only difference was that "Jack" was much taller and he had dark brown hair instead of blond.

She had to admit that he was handsome, but he was very intimating as well. Alice sighed and sat down in the bay window and looked out to see a beautiful view with a lake maybe about a mile from the house. She realized that the house must've been on a hill, and what surprised her the most was that she saw the corner if what looked like a stable! That explains the love for horses this girl showed in her room.

Time went by and Alice had fallen asleep on the comfortable bed when she woke up by someone clearing their throat.

"Slept well?" She heard "Jacks" voice say, with a hint of amusement.

"Um, yes..." Alice said with some hesitation.

"Good, because I wanted to talk to you. I want to apologize for lashing out at you like that earlier. I don't know why that happened, but I'm truly sorry."

"You don't have to appologize to me, I should appologize to you, I had no right to pry. I'm sorry."

"I think we should just put this behind us and move forward."

After that statement it was silent, Alice looked at her hands when suddenly "Jack" spoke up.

"This was my sisters room.. She loved horses, and we had a few as well, but they died, but hers is still alive. I'm not very good at horses, but maybe you are?"

Alice knew a bit about horses but not much, she had been in rolled in a horse riding academy but she had to quit. It was to expensive.

"I know something's but not that much really."

"Maybe you could learn, I think Amanda has some books and stuff."

"Okay, yeah that'd be fun!"

So apparently her name was Amanda.

"How old was she, your sister I mean?"

"18"

"Jack" looked sad when he talked about her, Alice wondered what happend to her.

"Well, I should go and do some paperwork and boring stuff like that, feel free to ask if you need or want anything. Oh and you can use the clothes and stuff in her closet and stuff so yeah."

"Jack" scratched his head and was about to close the door, but Alice stopped him.

"But if I need anything then, how will I ask if I don't know your name?"
She asked and hoped to actually get an answer, and not make him angry again.

"My name is Jaxon Rivers."
He blantly told her and then turned around and closed the door.

"Jaxon Rivers.." She whispered to her self and a smile crept to her lips. Maybe it wasn't so bad being kidnapped by Jack the Ripper.