Jack In The Box

All rights reserved. Owned by Kitty Kash. Including the rights to reproduce this book or the portions thereof, in any form. No part of this text may be reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the author.Copyright © 2021 Kitty Kash * * * There comes a time in your life when you remember your past regrets, the decisions that led you into the bad situation and you wish you lived long enough to remember this moment as yet another bad memory. I hoped and prayed that I lived through this. My breathing intensified as I ducked down below the office desk to stay hidden. My heart beats increased when I heard the footsteps coming closer."Its okay, Riley. I won't hurt you." I heard him say, "It's a promise. Cross my heart and hope to die."I stayed put without making a sound. I couldn't trust him, not after what I'd witnessed a few minutes ago.

I looked at myself in the mirror the next morning and realized that I looked haggard and exhausted. I didn't remember the last time I had any proper sleep. Jackson Wolfe had been on my mind. I'd played out my first meeting with him and there were a few scenarios that I imagined it would play like and all that came to my mind was Agent Starling and Hannibal Lector and it didn't help because then I kept rolling from side to side all night until my alarm went off at five-thirty a.m.I stared at the bags under my eyes and decided to dab some concealer, apply some compact powder, and a nude shade of lipstick. Nurse Maddy who was also my good friend in the faculty said that darker shades always suited me but wearing heavy makeup wasn't even allowed in the hospital.I heard the shower turn on in Ken's room which was my cue to prepare breakfast for him. I cooked fried eggs on toast since that topped his list of most favorite breakfast of all time. My brother was a low

"It's nice to see you again, Nurse Riley." Jackson mocked me."Unfortunately, I can't say the same thing about you." I retorted.The last time that I'd seen him in the office, he'd been wearing the doctor's white coat, but now he was dressed in the patient's blue uniform. The few top buttons of the uniform's shirt were open, the sleeves folded shy of his biceps and that made all the tattoos visible that ran down the length of his arm. I was at such a distance that I couldn't tell what the tattoos were about and that made me curious.Jackson chuckled a low rumble, the type that was best suited in an office cubical rather than a mental asylum. Looking at him, no one would think he was crazy but that was the truth. He was bat-shit psycho, just as Ken had mentioned. What's even scarier was that he seemed like the kind of guy who could easily blend with the normal people if they didn't know about the demons that befriended him."Come on, don't be like that. We

When I woke up the next morning, I had a severe headache. Even though I'd managed to throw up all the medicines that I'd consumed last night, I realized some remnants of it must have remained inside my body. I looked out of my bedroom window and noticed it was still drizzling. The clock read nine a.m. so I had about an hour before my shift started. I was working a twelve hours shift today because Aaron had literally pleaded me since they were short-staffed. Majority of the nurses preferred to steer clear off Jackson and I couldn't even blame them.Due to my unusual shift timings, I was never home and so Ken and I rarely got any time to spend with each other as a family. Scribbled notes, texts, and phone calls were the only communication that went on for a few days now and I blamed it on my transfer to the Mental Health Wing.I pulled myself out of the bed reluctantly, making a beeline for the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, I was dressed in my Nurse uniform, seated at

When I drove to work the next morning, I saw some police cars and a wide yellow tape wound around the area. Media vans and TV reporters swarmed the premise.What the hell happened here?The sun was coming down too harshly; I retrieved my sunglasses and wore them, that way no one would find out who I was staring at. I glanced up towards the troublemaker’s window, Jackson was staring right at me, he smiled and waved. I didn't bother waving back. He was back in his old room.I approached the entrance slowly. Paul appeared to be stressed and talking to a police officer who was scribbling something on a memo, his co-worker sipping on a latte. I entered the hospital building to find all the nurses being questioned.A group of people had already crowded the elevator area so I decided to take the stairs. I climbed up, two at a time when Marvin almost crashed into me on the third level. He grabbed both my shoulders as if stopping me from walking fur