Title: Family Ties Author: Sorika/Miss Kat e-mail: Webmaster@katlair.zzn.com Rating: PG13 (adult language, and scene in chapter 7) Archive: YES!!! Just tell me where, I'll give you a link back! :) Webpage: www.geocities.com/Paris/Sorbonne/5647 Disclaimer: I am in no way connected with the BSB *whimpers* Oh! And to those of you that will flame me because of Brian and Leighanne, please don't. I'm happy for them and they're happy together. So, don't hate me for breaking them up! Okies? ~*~*~ Chapter11:The Rescue ~*~*~ NEW Note: In case you haven’t noticed, a line made out of-* is a change in the person speaking and a line of- ~ is a later time, but the same person is speaking, okies? I just wanted to clear up any confusion. ########################################################################################### I stood in the shadows of the building. When the police had entered the apartment last night, everything had been cleared out. So now, I was taking this into my own hands. AJ had loaned me a lot of his clothes over the years. Since I always forgot to give them back, I have collected quite an array of AJ-ness. I also had Phil's gun tucked in my pocket; I pray I won't have to use it, but it helps with the image around here. If I do have to use it, I only hope that it stops Jackson long enough for us to get out. Now, I'm standing in the middle of a dark alley waiting for the man that began my life bouncing back and forth into heaven and hell. I've been told by a few of these people that Jackson often meets "clients" here. He's been selling her as a prostitute. God! I want to kill him for it. Selling Liz out like a worthless piece of property. That's exactly why this is going to work. I'm going to find Jackson here, act like I'm interested in her "services," and stealing Lizzie and Thomas back. That's the plan at least. I just pray he doesn't recognize me. Otherwise, I'll be dead and so will Lizzie. ******************************************************************************************** That asshole thinks I'm more of an idiot than he is. First, he sends the cops to the dance studio, then to my old apartment where they come out empty handed, of course. Ha! That only proves that the bitch had a way to get out of the closet. No matter, she can't now. I moved us out of the other apartment to the new one. It's closer to her business district. Lucy said that a guy was looking to buy her today. She told him to go to the meeting place. I'm on my way over there. Lucy said that he had quite a wad of money he was willing to spend for the bitch. There he is. Damn! She's right, he looks loaded. My price just jacked up about $30. First class bitch, she is. ******************************************************************************************** I followed Jackson up the stairs of the building I had been standing in front of. When we reached apartment 42, he stopped and pulled a key out of his pocket. After unlocking the door, he lead me into a small, dingy kitchen and motioned for me to sit down. I sat, as an evil grin spread across his face. "Ok, mister, here's the deal. I don't ask your name, you don't ask mine. She's in that room down the hall. You spend as much time in there as you want, but keep in mind that she costs about $50 an hour. I'll stay out here in the TV room, you just pay me before you leave. Any questions?" Million of questions ran through my mind, the first being How in the wolrd can you do this to my wife? I bit my tongue and shook my head. His grin broadened and he showed me to the room. In the middle of a huge bed lay my little piece of heaven, tied to the bed posts. She was curled as far inward as she could manage, her angelic face hidden in the pillows. I stepped into the room as Jacksom closed the door and left. I made sure he was gone then walked to the window. The fire escape landing underneath looked rusty, but stable. I ran back to the bed and gently shook Lizzie. Her eyes fluttered open. I pressed a finger to her lips to keep her from saying anything and took off my hat. Relief washed over her features and I began to untie her. Once freed, she threw her arms around me and began to quietly sob. I held her until the tears subsided and then I walked over to the small crib. Thomas was sleeping quietly, seemingly unharmed. ******************************************************************************************** Something's not right. Normally, by now Lizzie would be screaming and yelling fo the John not to do this to her. I guess she's passed out. Oh well, he's not storming out here, I'll get my money. Suddenly, a creak from the window caught my attention. What the hell was that? Damnit, something's not right here! That was the fire escape! I leapt up and grabbed a knife out of the kitchen. I hurried down the hall and kicked the door to the room they were in. ******************************************************************************************** Lizzie's eyes grew huge as Jackson began to knock the door down. He burst though the door, a butcer knife in hand. "You!" He looked at me, realizing who I was. He charged toward me, slashing the knife though the air. I spun away from it, trying to protect Tom, but it was to late. Blood began to poor from the gash in his side. I reached behind my back with my free hand and grabbed the gun that was still tucked in the waistband of my jeans. I quickly pointed it at Jackson and pulled the trigger, hoping that I would stop him. He fell to the floor, as I pressed a hand to Tom's cut, praying that God wouldn't let him die. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I sat in the ER waiting room, waiting for news on Lizzie and Tom. I had called Kevin already and everyone was on the way. I had already talked to the police. They told me that I had killed Jackson, but since it had been in self defense, there would be no charges. I almost find myself wishing there were. A doctor walked into the room and called out. "Mr. Littrell?" I leapt to my feet. "Yes? How are they?" He lead me back into a room. "My name is Dr. Johnston. Your wife is fine. Your son is up in surgery. They're going to try and stop the bleeding, then close the wound.." "May I see Lizzie?" "Of course." He led me into another room, where Lizzie sat in the bed. "Brian! Where's Tom?" "They had to take him up to surgery." She bit her lip to keep from crying. I sat on the bed with her and wrapped my arms around her. She calmed down quickly. "Mr. and Mrs. Littrell?" We looked up as Dr. Johnston walked through the door again, his face grim. ############################################################################################ Author's Note: I'm sorry, folks. I don't know if Brian would ever carry a gun, but for the sake of the story, he did. Don't hate me, that's just the way that it is, okies? On a lighter note, I think you will all be happy to know that there is NO MORE JACKSON!!!!!! But what about Thomas? And will Rachel EVER have that baby? Check back soon for Chapter 12.