Jackie The Ripper

Chapter 16

    A few months had passed since the diagnosis. Mr. Knight was bed ridden at this point. He was coughing up so much blood. There was no one to call. He always said he didn't have any family besides me and my children. I was in a chair beside his bed. I had been so focused on him being sick. I didn't have time to worry about myself. 

    The kids had been doing really good. Thomas has gotten back to his normal self. I had been so grateful for that. He had been a big help with Mr. Knight. The past had not been brought back up again. Jack had been a thing of the past. Praying he finally figured out to leave us alone. 

    I got up from the chair since Dad, well that's what I had been calling him slept. I walked to the front door to get the paper. The first thing I saw when I picked up the paper was there was another killing on the other side of town. 

    My blood ran cold when they described the murder. I knew who it was. Jack was back. I began to fear for my children again. I pulled Thomas into the kitchen. "Thomas, you can't go to school." "Damion and Emily too?" I looked dead into his eyes and told him. "He is back Thomas." 

    He went pale with fear. I knew there was no way he couldn't have fear towards Jack. Thomas went back into the kitchen to watch Damion and Emily. I went to lock every way in the house. Windows, and doors also cover the windows. Then I heard my dad's voice. "Jackie?" 

    I walked in the room trying to keep my cool so he wouldn't know anything was wrong. "Is everything okay?" "Can I get the paper? I would like to read it." I gave a nod and went to the kitchen to get the paper. Damion jumped in my arms. "Mama, do we really get to skip school today?" "Yes you do baby." 

    Damion and Emily jumped around so happy. Neither one ever really liked school. They must have gotten that from their father. I took the paper back to Mr. Knight. I handed the paper to him and he saw the front page. "Jackie? Did you see this?" "Yeah I did. The kids aren't going back to school for a while." "Good idea." 

     Before we could have anymore of the conversation. Mr. Knight began coughing again. I handed him a cloth so he wouldn't get blood everywhere. In between coughing he gave me a smile and I walked out of the room. At this point the kids knew that their grandfather was sick and wouldn't be able to get better. 

    They had been handling it very well. I knew it would hurt more when he wasn't here anymore. The kids love him so much. It had been hard of them with him in bed all the time. While the kids played I started cleaning the house. I was trying to get things straightened up. I was in the kitchen when I realized there wasn't any noise coming from the living room. 

    In a panic I rushed in there to see the kids weren't in there. I went to Mr. Knight to check on him, only to see all the kids curled up with him. They were all sound asleep. It was very cute. I closed the door. Then I heard a knock at the front door. I went to open it and I lost all color when I saw it was Jack.

    "Miss me sweetheart?" Before I could answer, he hit me in the face and everything went back. I'm not sure how long I was out for, but when I came to, my head hurt so bad. Then I started to realize I was tied to a chair, with Jack nowhere in sight. I couldn't get the ropes loose from my wrist. So I leaned my head down in defeat. 

    How could I let something like this happen? I felt tears. So scared that he would go back and hurt my family. Then I heard a door open and that booming voice catching my attention. "You know something Jackie, you have become a real torn in my side. The main reason I don't just kill you is the fact you are the mother of my daughter. The two boys I could care less about, but my daughter doesn't know who I am." I spoke in a whisper to respond. "Damion is your son." I figured if I told him that he wouldn't get angry and kill me.

    "What?!" He scared me for a second, screaming like that. "You're the only man I have been with. We got together twice and I have had two babies. Thomas isn't my son. You killed his parents so I decided to raise him myself." Jack got closer. His hands on the arms of the chair, his face so close to mine.

    How could this man be attractive and scary at the same time? "So what about the old man?" "He was my boss and he offered to be a father to me and a grandfather to the kids. Why do you know him?" "No. So you aren't a w***e?" "No." I felt tears as he stared into my eyes. "I tried so hard to get Thomas to kill like me. He wouldn't, saying his aunt would be ashamed of him if he did." I watched the anger brew in his eyes.

    "Jack, why do you have me here? What did I do to you? Or a better question is ``what did all of these women you killed do to you?" "Nothing that's the problem. You were the only woman who looked in my direction and didn't run away." He backed away from the chair and went to the only table in the room and picked up a knife. He drove it right into my leg as I screamed out in pain. Then he smiled looking at me. "This is going to be more fun than I ever thought."