Final Last Words (ON HOLD!)

Monica is the only survivor of Jacky, the modern day Jack the ripper. He doesn't know she's still alive, so when she wakes up from a Coma three years later; Jacky isn't too thrilled. Monica goes back to her life, but soon she realizes that it isn't as safe as she thought. Tragedy soon strikes her life, and she finds herself at a point where she wishes she wasn't alive . She soon finds herself being hunted like an animal, and she soon realizes that she will have to protect herself. The question that plays in her mind is: Who is Jacky, and why does he want her dead. EDITED VERSION OF THE STORY. WILL BE POSTING ONE CHAPTER AT A TIME. READS WILL DECIDE IF I KEEP WRITING IT. THIS IS A SHORT STORY. THERE WILL BE ONLY 5 OR 6 CHAPTERS TO THIS.


5. Hush Hush

I pressed the gas, but the car didn’t move. I looked up at the man still there, and he was waving his finger. I climbed over the seats just as the window shattered. Arms reached inside the car, and I opened the passenger door. I fell to the pavement with a thud, and I quickly got to my feet. Before I could run, hands went into my hair. I was pulled back at full force, and I let out a scream.

“Hush, you’ll wake the neighbors,” The all too familiar voice whispered into my ear. I put my hand on his gloved one, and dug my nails into it. I heard him suck in air, and I was sure it wasn’t because of what I did. His grip got tighter, and he seemed really pissed off.

I was pulled back into his body, “You’re still feisty, but you’re lucky for those people.” His hands left me, and I fell to the ground. I could feel the tears flowing down my cheeks, and I heard the voice of one of my neighbors.

“Monica, Are you alright?” They asked this with no concern in their voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just saw a dog.” There was silence, a silence that made me afraid.

“Well, keep it down. I have children that need to sleep.” I didn’t respond, and I guess they took it as an okay. I got to my feet, and I pulled backwards. Something went over my mouth and nose. My eyes started to become heavy, and soon everything went dark.

When I woke up, I was lying in bed. I sat up slowly, and my head felt like it was hit with something. My head hurt, and not like a mild hurt. It felt like I had been hit in the head with a truck. I got up and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, and got out some clothes. After showering and getting dressed, I grabbed my keys and phone. I went out to my car, and it was just as it was when I left it. I got in, and pulled out. I made my way to the firm, and when I stopped at a stop sign I noticed an envelope. My heart started to pound, and I pulled into the firm. I parked close by, and picked up the envelope. As I opened it a rose petal fell out.

Dear Beautiful

Hush, Hush, keep quiet; hush, Hush, I know where you live.  

I dropped the letter as memories of last night came back to me. I looked in the backseat to see my suitcases, and my head started to pound even harder. I grabbed my phone, and got out. I locked the doors, and then froze. How did the glass get fixed? I had no idea, but I wasn’t about to think too hard about it. I made my way to the door, and as I entered eyes landed on me. I made my way to my office, and when I was about to sit down my name was called.

“Monica, come into my office,” the voice was no other than Mr. Choppers. I walked into the office slowly, and I made eye contact with him. I shivered.

“Yes, Mr. Copper,” I asked quietly as I stopped in front of his desk. He motioned for me to sit down, so I obliged quickly.

“You’re 1 minute late,” He said coldly. “You do understand why this is of concern to me?”

I nodded, “Of course, Traffic delayed me.” I pushed my hair behind my ears. “I’m sorry if I disappointed you.” He seemed a little tense, but he relaxed a little.

“I’ll let you pass, but don’t let it happen again.” I nodded slowly and made my way to the door. “Be late again and I won’t be so kind.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said leaving the room. I went back to my desk, and got to work. I had to organize all of Mr. Copper’s appointments, and all of his meetings. Before I knew it was time to leave. I stuck my phone in my pocket, and made my way to my car. It wasn’t that dark out, seeing that it was just 6pm. I looked around the parking lot, and sighed. I really need to stop being paranoid. I climbed in my car, and headed for my father’s house. The drive was about ten minutes, and as I pulled into the driveway I could see multiple men. Wasn’t surprising seeing that multiple men wanted to kill my father. I parked the car, and got out. I looked through the keys on my keychain, and I finally found the house key. Before I could try to put the key in, the door swung open.

“Moni, it’s been a while,” Justin said with a grin. I returned the smile, and hugged him. Justin AKA Bloom is one of my father’s bodyguards. He’s big and scary, but not that mean actually. He’s easy going, but most people steer clear of him.

“It has, Justin. Where’s my dad?” He stepped aside, letting me in.

“He’s in his study. Do you have any bags?” I nodded my head, and he walked outside. You would think that he would be hooked to my father to keep him safe. That was not the case. My father can take care of himself, but he just gets them to keep him company. I walked to my father's study, and as soon as his blue eyes met mine. He instantly smiled.

“Monica, please come give your dad a hug.” He opened his arms, and I took his offer. I wrapped my arms around him, and he did the same for me. “How are you feeling?” I took a deep breath, and squeezed him.

“Honestly, I’m scared. Scared out of my mind.” My father lifted my head from his chest, and studied my eyes.

“Have you told the police everything?” His eyes held concern, and that was something my father never showed.

“Not everything, no. I’ve been attacked twice already.” I stated looking down.

“I think you need to tell the police,” He said pushing my hair behind my ears. “I don't want to lose my only daughter.”

There was a knock on the door, and my father's name was called. He kissed my forehead, and left the room. I took this as a plea for me to go to my room. I walked to my room, which was right across from my father's. My bags were already in the room, and I just fell on the bed. My eyes fell closed, and I fell into the darkness that I very much needed.  

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