Bound to Get Burned

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He read the email. Looked over every word. Read it seven times. At first, he wasn't sure what to think. But as he re-read, Jack decided that he would not allow this. Megan would die on HIS terms, not hers. Maybe he had been too vague, sending body parts. Maybe he needed to get the message to her a little more clearly. What really infuriated him was the mention of him in the email. Had she not made that connection, he might have ignored it. But she was throwing it in his face. It was like she was bragging that she was taking control from him by doing this. He couldn't stand for this. He wouldn't. As soon as he learned that she had survived it, he decided to teach her a lesson. After all, she needed to learn that what she did had an affect on others.

School was let out early that day. Jack left the school, bypassing the police waiting to escort the Maxwells home. It was ironic, really. They were trying so hard to protect Tara and her dad when someone was going to die right under their noses. He couldn't wait to see the look on their faces when they found her. Especially Officer Yorke. He was enjoying watching her. He took pleasure in her tears when her mother died. And when he killed her little boyfriend, he was really going to have fun. But that would be another time. Right now, he was focused on a thirteen year old girl.

Montreal wanted nothing more than to be a singer. She had been taking lessons at Sasquatch Academy. She looked up to Megan. And for that, she was being sentenced to death. He waited for the girl to leave the academy and grabbed her. She was taken to his house. And he forced her to pick which limbs to remove. He took her arms off and each toe before she couldn't take it anymore and told him to take her heart. She wanted to be put out of her misery. After he was finished, he wrapped her up carefully. He then left a message for Megan that her sister had an appointment with him if she didn't come have a talk with him in his house. He knew she wouldn't refuse. He didn't name the sister and he knew she was protective of her family. So, he set about making dinner. After all, he wanted everything to be perfect.

[Megan Julia Del Rossi]

Her fault. Entirely her fault. She could not let any one of her sisters die just because she refused to obey Jack. She did not want to go. She was afraid of what would happen if she did. But she was more afraid of what would happen if she did not go. She had to go. That was what needed to be done. Megan did not tell anyone about the voicemail that she had received. Did not tell anyone where she was planning on going. She couldn’t. If she did, then they would stop her. No, Megan could not and could not risk that. And they would never know either. No. This was something that Megan would just have to keep to herself.

As soon as dinner was over, Megan went straight upstairs and to her bedroom. She would go there prepared. That was a for sure thing. Maybe then she could prevent anything from happening to her. She quickly got dressed. And she grabbed her knife from her purse and after slipping on her black boots, slipped her knife inside of her boot. She grabbed her cell and slipped it into her back pocket. She then grabbed her jacket, headed down the stairs and slipped out the front door without saying a single word to anyone.

Megan made her way to Jack’s, basically taking her time. She was dreading what would happen. It took the girl about 15 minutes to walk to his house. And when she reached his doorstep, she paused for a moment, hesitant in knocking. Why did he want to see her anyway? Did he want to finish the job? Or was it something worse than death? Well there was only one way to find out. Taking a deep breathe, she raised her hand and knocked loudly on his front door.

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He set the pot roast down on the table and lit the candles. Recreating their last date. Except, this time, it was going to end differently. Because this time, he was planning on the discovery of the body she was going to make. He was in full control this time. There would be no mistakes. He preferred this version, and he was sure she would, too.

When the knock sounded, a grin spread across his face. He was even wearing the same tie and jacket, though the shirt was not the same. That had been burned, after getting Megan's blood on it. He straightened up his tie and went to the door. He knew he was taking a chance. It could very well have been the police on the other side of the door. But, his girlfriend was very,very predictable. Always had been. The only unpredictable thing she ever did was sneaking down into his basement. If he was a gambling guy, he would be willing to bet that she wouldn't ever call the cops. And as he opened the door, he was proven right.

"Hello, luv," he said, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. "So glad you got my message. You're just in time for supper. Let me take your coat." He was just as friendly, just as charming as he had been when he woo'd her. It was like the serial killer wasn't even there. Looking in her eyes, though, his own gleamed with menace. "I have missed you." He went in for a final kiss before taking her jacket off and hanging it. "Please, have a seat." he said, gesturing to the table. Let the lesson begin.

[Megan Julia Del Rossi]

Flashbacks. Lately they had not been as bad. Until now. Those flashbacks were coming back. Seeing Jack, the way he was acting, the kiss, the dinner. Everything. It was a lot like that night. Before Jack had attempted to murder her. The first time he kissed her, she cringed at his touch. She was also confused. What was he doing? What did he have up his sleeve? Megan could not stop wondering this. But the second time he gave her a kiss, Megan pushed away. “What are you doing?” she hissed at him.

Glaring, she walked past him and looked at the table. No, she was not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her fear. No way. No how. She looked back at Jack. “Don’t touch me. Got that? Don't touch me. Don't kiss me. Leave me and my family alone. Got that?? We are not together anymore and you can’t just kiss me. I have JJ now. He’s who I love. Not you.” She knew that she should not be talking to him like this. But for whatever reason, her brain and her mouth were not connected to one another today.

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Yup. Predictable. Jack smirked as he sauntered to the table. "I made pot roast. It's an old, family tradition. It started with my great-great grandmother Edna. It's the best in all of Sydney. Well, now Toronto, too. Wine?" he didn't wait for her to answer him. Popping the cork, he poured a glass and sipped it, before pouring a second glass and setting it down. "Did you hear the news? Our wonderful school bully is in jail. As it turns out, he knows exactly who the Sniper is, and he isn't telling. Isn't that horrible?" he set the bottle down and picked up the carving knife. He smirked and walked around behind her.

The blade was placed smoothly on her skin, running it down her arm. "I can't imagine who would refuse to protect the one he loves. He'd even rather go to jail then help you. You both are forgetting one thing, though, my dear, sweet Megan." Removing the knife from her arm, he wrapped the arm that held it around her, with the knife now against her stomach. "As long as we live, we are meant to be together. Till death do we part." He whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek.

"Matt seems to understand it. After all, he made a bargain. You and I will get to grpw old together, Megan. He's making quite the sacrifice for you. I hope you say your goodbyes before prom. Come on, have a seat. We have a whole romantic night ahead of us. And don't worry, my love. The doors are locked and barred. Nobody can get to us." As he said this, the front door was locked.

He didn't think she understood what he was doing for her. Well, she soon would. Jack was turning down the queen bee for her. Which meant that Willow would have to be careful where she walked from then on. He only had one girl on his don't-kill list at a time. Without another word, he went and turned on music--slow, romantic music and held out his hand "come dance with me, my love." And that really wasn't a request.

[Megan Julia Del Rossi]

Megan could feel fear rising up inside of her. No, she was not going to be giving him that satisfaction. It was when the knife was to her stomach that she completely stood there still as he spoke to her. Why? Because of her baby. She loved her baby and she did not want anything happening to him or to her. Wait. Matt? What did he say about Matt? No, he would not do that. She did not want to believe that he would do something that… stupid. But she decided to remain quiet. For the moment, at least. She waited for him to finish talking, speaking. And she cringed. Together. Forever. No, she would not allow that to happen.

Then she watched as Jack walked over to turn on some music and she could not help but give him a look of disgust. “You have got to be fucking out of you mind.” She shook her head, taking a step back. Instinctively, Megan suddenly went for the knife in her boot, holding it towards Jack. “I am not doing what you want. I am not dancing with you. And I am not going to spend my life with you. And certainly not my baby. I want this child nowhere near you.” She backed up towards the door. “You will let me leave. You hear me? You are not going to stop me. Understand?”

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Jack turned up the music as she was talking. Sure, Megan was drop-dead gorgeous (no pun intended), but the girl tended to talk far too much. But then again, didn't all girls? His sister was like that when they used to talk on the phone before he left Australia with their parents. The volume was turned all the way up. Looking back at her, he flashed a smile. Sauntering over to her, he grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him. She didn't want to dance? Too bad. She was going to do exactly what he wanted. Even if he had to force her hand every step of the way. His hand gripped the knife that she was holding. He was stronger than he was. And he decided to silently remind her of that. Forcing her grip to loosen, he forcibly turned the knife around so that it was pointed at her, instead.

"Hooked on a feeling. High on believing you're in love with me." he sang as he danced with her. "Poor baby. You've been through a lot. Making field trips to the prison. Having that bastard's baby. Don't worry, honey. That man will never hurt you again. I made sure of that. See, Megan? Only I can take care of you the way that you need to be. And this baby? I'm going to take care of it, too. I hope it's a boy. That way, he can be just like me." He didn't know if he really wanted to raise a baby. He didn't even know that he wanted to be with her. She was too fucking high maintenance. But if she was going to learn, then he needed to seem entirely genuine. And when the time was right, she would really learn.

[Megan Julia Del Rossi]

When Jack forced her grip to loosen and aimed the knife towards her stomach, Megan could not help but let out a whimper. She looked down at the knife and then back up at Jack. She remained quiet as he spoke to her. But her entire body had gone stiff. She did not need to get stabbed with her own knife. And especially not near her stomach. It may be stupid, but she did not want to miscarry. After he finished, though, Megan struggled to take a step away from her attacker. “Look, when the time comes, you can do whatever you want with me, but leave my child alone. This baby is mine, not yours. You can take care of me. You can do whatever you want with me. Just don't hurt my baby. Please...” She could not stand the thought of Jack raising her baby. Of him teaching him the wrong things. It terrified her. “What do you want from me, Jack?” she whimpered, quietly, looking back down at the knife pointed towards her stomach.

Megan swallowed, looking away from the knife and around the room. What had she gotten herself into this time? And what the hell did he want from her? Megan thought that he would be happy if she were to off herself. Because wouldn't he win that way? But he seemed pissed at what she had attempted. “I don't know what you want from me? I thought me dead was what you wanted?” She really did. She tried that for so many reasons. Jack was just one of those reasons. She was scared right now. And a little confused as well. He had to want something, right?

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Jack wasn't going to answer her. Didn't she understand that by now? Forcing the knife from her hand, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pushing her into the living room. "You know, it's uncanny. You and Hannah aren't blood related, right? But you two act so much alike." he chuckled and turned on his tv, where a video was paused and Hannah was frozen on the tv screen, laying on a table. Suddenly, he heard a noise. "Here. watch this. You'll know what I mean. I'll be right back." And with that, he walked away.

Hannah opened her eyes when the crank was taken back out of her mouth. He wasn't saying anything, but his hand was on her stomach. Eyes widened, she screamed out "No! Don't, please! I'll do anything! Kill me, slit my throat if you want. Just don't hurt my baby!"

Jack glared and grabbed her hair. He slowly made her stand up. Smirking, he said "have a seat." He gestured to a nearby chair.

Hannah stood up, slowly and shakily. She gave him an odd look, but then gazed over at the chair. She looked around. Slowly, she sat down in the chair. She rested her tied up hands in her lap and kept her ankles on the floor. Looking up at him, she swallowed. "Ok. I'm sitting. Now what?" she asked through her tears.

Jack pulled up on her shirt, revealing her stomach. Jack pulled up on her stomach, revealing his stomach. "Nobody cares about you. Nobody will miss you. Why else would you have been kicked out? It's because of this." he rubbed the part of her stomach that the baby was in. He then pulled out a knife. "Let's fix your little problem for you."

Hannah's eyes widened. "No! Please!"

Jack smirked. Not saying a word, he made an incision. It was like playing with a picture program. He cut all around where the baby was fighting for life as well. "You know, labor's really rather painful. You're lucky you don't have to go through with one."

Hannah's eyes closed and she started to drift off to sleep. It was then that she felt the incision. Her eyes jerked open and she screamed. She looked down and screamed again, this time out of horror. "No!" her voice spoke up as she actually grabbed his hair."Leave her alone!"

Jack leaned in further, holding a candle to see what he was doing. He could see a glimpse of a hand, or foot, or whatever it was. Just then, his mask got caught on fire. With a yell, he stood and took it off.

"Jack?" Hannah said in shock.

Jack rolled his eyes as she spoke and ignored her. He worked quickly and found the baby's small and frail body. He removed him and chopped the cord off. The baby was screaming and shaking.

She saw her son and tears filled her eyes. "Marco."


The video went blank. Static filled the television. And behind her, Stephanie was hiding behind the couch. She slowly stood up. She had incision marks on her face and chest. "pstt" she whispered, tapping her. "It's not safe here. You gotta get out of here. He's mean." He was much more than mean. But the eleven year old didn't really know how else to describe him. She heard his footsteps coming back and ducked back behind the couch, hugging her legs and watching as he bypassed the living room. She knew what he was doing. He was killing Adrian. He had told him he would die today. The kid wouldn't listen to her. If he had, they would be home right now. As Jack disappeared again, she slowly peeked back up at the girl. "Don't tell him I'm not down there. Please? I don't want to die."

[Megan Julia Del Rossi]

Megan just sat down in the chair that was in the living room, staring up at the tv. She wanted to run, to try and find a way out. But wouldn't that be a stupid thing to do? After all, that was exactly what she had done the last time. And she never exactly made it away untouched. She did not want to see this. Her heart went out to her sister. And tears filled her eyes. “Hannah...” she whispered. She knew that this was all her fault. Jack almost killing Hannah. She had trusted him, allowed him into their lives. She was the first one to trust the Aussie immediately. She should have had better judgment.

As the screen went black, she felt a finger tap her on the shoulder and she immediately jumped, placing a hand to her stomach. She was worried that the same thing could very well happen to her. Actually, that would be better rather than Jack raising him to be just like him. A little girl? He had a little girl! She couldn't have been more than 10 or 11. She watched the child run back behind the couch and watched as Jack then passed the living room. Taking in a deep breathe, her motherly instincts kicked in. Maybe because she would soon be a mother herself.

Getting to her feet, she walked over to the child and grabbed the girls hand. “Come on. I'm getting you out of here. Now.” she whispered. She looked around. There was no time for chit chat. She rushed to the front door, never letting go of the child’s hands. But when she reached the front door, she saw the padlock. “Shit...” she looked around, holding tightly to the girls hand. “Follow me. And be quiet.” She quietly led the girl up the stairs towards the second floor and the first door that she had opened just happened to be a bedroom. Jack's she assumed. She led Steph into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. She ran over to the window, opening it. But the pane wouldn't open. “Shit! Come on.” But suddenly she heard footsteps and looked around. She rushed over to the closet and opened it, shoving the girl inside, gently. "Stay hidden..." Megan quickly closed the closed door and walked over towards the bed, hearing the footsteps getting louder.

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Her eyes widened. ''No. Don't!'' Escape? She had tried when he first got her there. There was no way to escape. She tugged against her hand. But she wasn't as strong as the older girl. And she didn't have the strength to resist for long. When she put her in the closet, she whimpered. He was going to kill her when he found her here. She just knew it. And when she left the closet, she plugged her ears with her fingers. She could guess what was about to happen. And she didn't want to listen as the older girl was murdered. She had watched enough people die. She knew that it would be her turn soon enough. But she wasn't going to be dumb and get killed over someone she didn't even know.

Where was she? As Jack looked around the basement, he realized that she was missing again. That child was starting to annoy him. Going upstairs, he whistled for her. He ignored where Megan was supposed to be. He went down the hall, when he heard a noise. A door closing? It sounded like it was coming from his room. His closet door. With a smirk, he opened the door, expecting to find the little girl in his closet. Opening the door, he raised an eyebrow when he saw Megan. He closed the door, watching her. ''What are you doing, luv?'' he asked. He was truly curious. He couldn't think of what she could possibly be doing. That is, until he saw the window. ''You're not trying to leave, are you?''

[Megan Julia Del Rossi]

Come on, Megan. Think. She turned to look at Jack after he had walked in. Leaving? Well, yes, she was. But she could not just say that. She had to come up with a lie. Suddenly, she fanned herself with her left hand. “No, I wasn’t trying to leave. I’m just-feeling a little faint. Was feeling a bit suffocated. I was just hoping for some air. Nothing more than that.” Megan gave him an innocent smile and shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s just because of this pregnancy. I’ve never had a mom to talk about this stuff with so I’m just assuming that it’s because of that.” Looking around, she walked over to his bed and sat down. “Jack… I was just looking for a place where we could be a little more… comfortable. I think your bedroom will do just fine. Don’t you, dear?”

Looking down, she slowly began to undo her top and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor, revealing her black lace bra. “I was thinking… we could be a family. Me… you…” She placed a hand on her stomach. “This baby…” She looked back up at Jack. “Think about it. We could be happy. We could take care of each other. And my child needs a father in their life. You would make a great father. You could teach him or her the difference between wrong and right.” Megan gave him a sincere smile, even if it really was not as sincere as it looked. Even the way she was speaking sounded sincere. Even if she was lying to ensure her own safety. Placing a hand on her pants, she took off her belt and undid the top button. She then got to her feet and walked over to Jack, taking his hand. “We can be in this together. We can be a family. Wouldn’t you like a family, Jack?” She placed a gentle hand on his cheek, before kissing him on the lips passionately and deeply, her tong sliding inside of his mouth, massaging his own tong with hers. She would definitely need to have a talk with JJ later. If he lets her leave, that is.

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DON’T YOU WANT A FAMILY, JACK?

Jack stared into space. All of a sudden, he couldn’t hear Megan anymore. He couldn’t see Megan anymore. The room shifted and all of a sudden he was back home. Back in his REAL home. Sydney. His lip quivered, looking at the beauty that had been his mother. “Mama?” he whimpered out. It was undeniable that he missed her. She was never supposed to die. He loved her; she was the only one that he loved, but he did love her. Jack-no. AMERY. She was NEVER Jack’s mother. Amery was her little boy, and would always be her little boy. If she could see him now-with the unorganized way he made his kills, how sloppy he had become, this MONSTER he had become. She would never recognize him. This had been her plan, but it had gone very, very wrong.

“AMERY, WHAT HAPPENED? THE POLICE ARE SAYING YOU KILLED YOUR CLASSMATES? AN ENTIRE CLASSROOM FULL, AND THERE WERE ONLY TWO SURVIVORS. THE SURVIVORS ARE NAMING YOU, AMERY. THE POLICE ARE LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU. AND IF YOUR FATHER FINDS OUT-“

“I DIDN’T MEAN IT, MAMA. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT I’VE BEEN THROUGH. YOU DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH THEY BULLIED ME. I’M SORRY. I NEVER MEANT FOR THERE TO BE SURVIVORS. I CAN FIX IT. ALL I NEED IS A FEW DAYS. NOBODY WILL BE SAYING THAT I DID ANYTHING ANYMORE.”

SHE WAS SHAKING HER HEAD. “WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOU TO TRY AND CLEAN ANYTHING UP ANYMORE. EVERYONE ALREADY KNOWS. IT’S TOO LATE.”

“BUT ARE WE REALLY GOING TO LEAVE WITHOUT POP? HE DOESN’T GET BACK FROM THIALAND UNTIL FRIDAY. THAT GIVES ME FOUR DAYS. AND ALL I NEED IS TWO TOPS.”

HE STUDIED HER. SHE WAS WALKING TOWARDS THE WALL WHERE THEIR FAMILY PHOTO HUNG. HER ARMS WERE CROSSED, HER EYES WELLING WITH TEARS. IT WAS OBVIOUS THAT WHAT HE WAS PROPOSING, TAKING TWO MORE LIVES SO THAT THE POLICE WOULD LEAVE HER ALONE, WAS JUST NOW HITTING HER. AND WHILE SHE MAY HAVE SEEMED HEARTLESS, AND WHILE SHE SEEMED TO CARE MORE ABOUT APPEARANCES THAN THE LIVES HER SON TOOK, HE KNEW THE TRUTH. ALL SHE WANTED WAS TO TAKE CARE OF HER BABY BOY. THERE WAS A LONG SILENCE BEFORE SHE SPOKE AGAIN, AND EVEN THOUGH SHE DID IT AS QUIETLY AS SHE POSSIBLY COULD, HE COULD HEAR HER CRYING DURING THE SILENCE. BUT, BY THE TIME SHE LOOKED AT HIM AGAIN, HER FACE WAS TEAR FREE. “ALRIGHT. WE WILL NEED NEW IDENTITIES. I WILL PHONE YOUR FATHER AND TELL HIM THAT THERE WAS A FIRE. THAT WE LOST EVERYTHING. AND THAT I WANT TO MOVE US SO THAT I DON’T HAVE TO HEAR THE GOSSIP.”

AMERY WAS CONFUSED. “THERE WAS A FIRE?”

SHE WALKED OVER TO THE FIREPLACE, PICKED UP THE CAN OF LIGHTING FLUID AND A LIGHTER, AND GAVE HIM A KNOWING SMILE. “GO DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO. I DON’T WANT YOU IN THE HOUSE WHEN THE FIRE STARTS.”

A breeze hitting the window snapped Jack out of it. He blinked several times, looking over at Megan. It took him a minute to realize that tears were rolling down his cheeks. He swallowed, gasped for air, and coughed. “I-I-I can’t believe you would do that. A family. That was what mom wanted. That was all she ever wanted, and if I went to jail, it would break our family apart. She said I couldn’t be Amery anymore. That woman-“ He shook his head, the tears beginning to fall faster. “She pulled off miracles to help me. My eyes, my hair, everything about me, everything you SEE is fake. She changed everything. Took a scrawny, brown haired, dimply nerd who NOBODY cared about, and turned him into me.” He walked over to his dresser and opened his underwear drawer. Pulling out a photo, he held it out to her. “She was beautiful. All she wanted to do was fix my bullying problem.” Little had she known that he had made a discovery that day after murdering all but two of his classmates. Amery learned that he liked it. And ever since the day he was forced to kill his mother, he had been living fully for that desire to take another person’s life.

“BUT DON’T YOU WANT A FAMILY, JACK?”

He looked at her. Jack knew that all of this information was going to be new for Megan. But if they were going to be a family, then she would need to know everything. He would need to be open and honest with her. Even if she didn’t want to know some things about him, it was just the way it was going to have to be. It was then that he realized that she had kissed him earlier. He had never kissed her back, nor had he given her an answer. Taking her hand in his, he pulled her in and kissed her ever so gently. “We were supposed to be a family. But my father-he ruined everything by trying to make us go back.” Of course, that was AFTER he learned the truth about why they had moved. “It takes a remarkable girl to recover from what I had to do to you and realize that it was your mistake and come back to me. But you’re not just coming back to me. You’re offering me a family and that is something I have definitely wanted with you.”

As he looked into her eyes, the darkness that overtook him each time he satisfied his desire for blood filled him once again. “Of course, if we’re going to be a family, we will have to do things together. We will have to be a team. If I’m going to teach this child from infancy right from wrong, I will have to first teach YOU.” He let go of her hand, turning to open the door again. “Now, where’s that kid?”

[Megan Julia Del Rossi]

This was all very new for Megan. To be completely honest... she was not sure what to think, what to say, about any of this. This was definitely a side of Jack that Megan had never seen before. She looked down at the picture. "She was beautiful and it sounded like she really loved you." She spoke softly, looking back up at Jack. "Amery...? I like that name. I am glad you are telling me all of this. I'm glad that you trust me enough to tell me all of this." Megan looked up at Jack. She was sure that no one would understand why she was doing any of this. They would only try to stop her or worse. Protect her. She was just so sick of being treated like some sort of frigging china doll. She just wanted things to go back to normal.

A hand was placed on his cheek when he had kissed her. "And it was. It was completely my fault. I deserved what you did to me, Jack. But now, all I want is for Us to be a family." She lied, taking his hand. Then he was saying how he would first have to teach her. When Jack heade toward the door, she grabbed his hand, pulling him towards her. "Babe..." she pulled down the strap of her bra. "Sweety... look at me. I bought this just for you." Then she slid off her jeans, revealing her matching black lace panties. "Don't you like what you see?" She layed down on the bed, looking up at him. "Come on, babe. Let's contiplate our relationship before getting down to business." She said, patting the bed beside her.

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He had broken a rule. Several, in fact. In the back of his mind, he could hear his father scold him. Call him weak. Pathetic. A wanker. And he knew he used to be all of those things. used to be. But he was different. Still, to break this many rules, a glimpse of Amery had to be coming back. Jack stood there, vulnerable as all get-out. He wasn't used to this. Being vulnerable wasn't part of the plan. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was meant to be charming. He was meant to fit in. Nobody was ever supposed to know what he had done. But then it all went wrong. And it was because of a doe-eyed girl. Her name? Riley Isaacs.

Riley had been the girl of his dreams back home in Sydney. He had never wanted her dead. He thought he could torture her into submission. Then she could be his. They could have been partners. Like Bonnie and Clyde. But it didn't quite work that way. And when he saw her in Toronto, something inside him snapped. He wanted to destroy her, since he couldn't have her. He had become obsessed with her. He had stalked her, which was easy to do since she was Mallory's sister. Especially when he and Megan began dating. A lot of the "dates" he took Megan on, he had gone to that place looking for Riley. Riley would one day be his. Of course, in the sense that he would kill her. He couldn't have her any other way.

His thoughts were cut off by her lips. For a moment there, he thought he was kissing Riley. When he opened his eyes and watched her, he swallowed. Part of him wanted to take her, right then and there. Part of him felt a twinge of guilt because she wasn't Riley. He had never told anyone this, but he understood the cheerleader. While everyone else was taunting her lifestyle, he admired it. Climbing on the bed with her, he kissed her neck. "Remember those pictures that were shown to the school? I'd like to try doing something that was in those photographs," he whispered to her. Being punished during sex was intriguing. Definitely worth attempting. And clearly, she thought so too, since she was in some of those pictures.