Jackie The Ripper

Chapter 6

I fought so hard to get all the evidence that the police had on the murders. It didn't even look like they had tried to investigate. That angered me so much to see. The more I looked over the case files the more I realized that it was just like Jack The Ripper only he had killed a couple this time. My time as a serial killer I never killed a couple. It would have been too hard to do. So this was someone with strength and a lot of it. 

I read for hours. Just reading the same things over and over. Trying too hard to figure out why someone would have killed this loving and sweet couple. It was almost like they had been watching them. That worried me so much because they might have wanted to kill Thomas too. I felt anger because I love that little boy so much. Now I have my daughter to protect too. I gave it a lot of thought and I didn't want Jack around my daughter. 

As passionate as he had been towards me, something felt off. We have a night of passion together then I don't see him again. He got what he wanted out of me. I'm grateful for my daughter, but I feel like he used me. Maybe I used him at the same time. I was trying so hard to change the person I was. Which I have done. All my hair is gone because I cut it short and keep it that way. 

I still work at the factory. Most days I work nights so that way I can take care of Emily and Thomas during the day. Then at night keep the doors locked up so much that I can barely get inside the house. I want to keep my babies safe from the evil world. I know just how evil it can be. The sun was starting to shine so I knew it was time to get home. I walked slowly knowing no one would be up at this hour. 

Someone grabbed me and pulled me into the alleyway by my house. After the shock, I looked up to see Jack. He looked so much older than he had before. It had only been a year since I had seen him. He gave me a lustful smile while looking at my lips. "Hello again Jackie. I've missed you." I didn't respond. I just stood there with my back against a wall knowing there was nothing I could do.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" "Not really Jack. We spent a magical night together then I don't see you again. You just left without even a goodbye. How am I supposed to be happy to see you?" "I had things to take care of in New Orleans." "Like what? Killing them people? I read the papers. I had a feeling it was you. Everytime you are around people die." I began to see the anger on his face. 

"What are you going to do Jack? Kill me?" He leaned in close to my ear. "If I didn't have feelings for you I would kill you right this second. Instead I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you say that. So what do you know the truth about me? No one will believe a w***e who has two children and has no man in her life."

My blood ran cold when he said that. "You know about my kids?" "Of course I do. I also know how far you go to protect them too. I also know your secret too. When you lived in London. Why do you think I tried so hard to get your attention? It's not a big deal to me that I slept with a w***e, but to the rest of the world you are nothing but trash."

His words should hurt me but they were beganning to. "Jack. Why are you here?" "I wanted to see you. I'm fixing to move to Chacago and wanted to see you before I left. This might be the last time I ever see you." "That's real sweet since you just got finished calling me a whore." "Yes, but you are my whore." Before I knew it he had picked me up with my legs around his waist.

He was kissing everywhere that felt right. We could have been caught but we didn't care at the moment. Our clothes were off and we were having s*x again. That was the only reason he had came back was to be with me in this way. I was fighting with myself. This felt amazing, but I'm having s*x with a serial killer. We both finished at the same time. 

He kissed me on the lips and looked into my eyes. "You are the only woman I have ever met that can calm the rage inside of me. I think I love you." He put my feet on the ground and we fixed out clothes. "Goodbye Jack." "Goodbye Jackie." With that he was gone again. I knew Thomas would be worried for me being late getting home. He was an amazing little boy. 

I unlocked the door and headed inside. "Aunt Jackie, I made you some coffee." "Awe, thank you sweetie." The time I went to get a sip, I heard Emily cry. Thomas got off of his little step stool. "I got her Aunt Jackie." I smiled. Maybe just maybe Jack was finally gone, even though I did something that I should be ashamed of. It was fun while it lasted. 

I got snapped out of my thoughts by five year old Thomas carrying three month old Emily. "Awe, my babies." "I'm not a baby Aunt Jackie." "I know honey, you have so much responsibilty on you and you are still just a child. It means the world to me and you do you and Emily." He gave me a smile and handed me Emily. "I got to get ready for school." He walked out of the kitchen and I looked down at Emily. 

Her eyes were just like Jack's, Bright blue. She even had his black hair. She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back and she giggled. Wow she was beautiful, just like her father. I just hope she doesn't take after him. I gave up killing I hope I didn't pass that on to her. She deserves to live a happy carefree life.