The Wretched Mistress - Chapter 109

Jessica started putting the leftovers dinner in containers so that they can have it as breakfast tomorrow. Jackson likes to cook grandly. As if, there’s more than two eating. Before, Jackson would just throw the leftovers away. For her, it was wasteful. She had told Jackson to cook only for two but he declined, so she had ordered to buy some containers to save them for the next day. Jackson was used to always have fresh foods to eat and had never eaten leftovers. Even in jail, his men bribed the kitchen to have his food fresh.

It was only this little girl who could make him eat it. Also, the way she recooked the leftovers makes one think that it’s fresh. While Jessica was putting the foods away, Jackson started doing the dishes.

He was used to these millennial tasks as if he had done it multiple times before and he did. This one goes along with his secrets in life.

As he did the dishes, he could hear the little girl humming a tune. Although there wasn’t any radio on the island, she had still retained some skills or subconscious memories. For example, one would still be able to read and write despite losing one’s memories.

So this tune that she was humming came from her real memories. This made Jackson anxious sometimes, but she had never shown any indication that she remembers anything.

Jackson knew about what happened to her while he was in jail. It was as if, he had kept an eye on her all this time. Why he didn’t make a move, you asked? Simple, because he felt guilty. Such a sick bastard like him could still feel guilty.

There were tons of things that happened back then. Although he acted like the boss at that time, he was only acting. In truth, he was a lab rat as well. He was a puppet who was controlled by the Golden Triad.

Jackson stopped for a second and look at his hands. He was holding a plate and sponge covered in dish soap. It was as if, he was a normal man inside this Island.

He closed his eyes, it was slightly burning with dread and worry. He knew that it would be a matter of time before those people would find him! He wasn’t scared of the people looking for his little girl, rather, it was the people who was looking for him.

Not only was he hiding April from her family and friends, but also for those people. He clenched his fist, hated how weak he was. If only he was powerful enough to hide her. Wouldn’t it be a dream? Luckily, Ben was on his side. He knew that Ben was already hiding as well.

As he was trying to sort his mind, Jessica noticed that Jackson was preoccupied. He wasn’t moving anymore. As if her body was its own will, she moved behind him and hugged him. Giving him comfort and peace.

Jackson was startled and look at the pair of small hands in his waist. That right, she was depending on him at this moment. He shouldn’t be careless or else it would make holes to his plans.

He set the stuff down and rinse his hands. He then turned around and lifted the little girl on the counter. Although she was no longer the little girl in the past, she was petite. As if she had never given birth to a child. She was roughly 5’3″ and weighing only around 95 to 100 lbs. Compared to the strong and well built him, she looks fragile. Carrying her was nothing to him.

At 21, she retained her youthful look. She didn’t look like a mother at all. Even her waist was firm and only shows little bit visible signs of pregnancy. It was either the work of exercises or the intervention of science. After all, she had the time and money.

This didn’t matter to him, to him, she was always that little girl in his memories. The little girl who had broken through the walls in his heart.

Seeing Jackson still preoccupied, Jessica caressed his face. “Is something wrong?” She asked.

Jackson looked at her brown eyes. There was an obsession on his eyes and yet, it was gentle and full of love. If he could change his past for her, he would do it in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, he can’t.

He shook his head and reply, “Everything is fine. How about you? … Are you happy here with me?” He gulped down his saliva, anxious to know her answer.

Although her memories were gone, she was still able to judge whether she’s happy or not for herself.

Jessica smile at him, her smile could charm anyone who it targets too. Jackson’s heart skipped a beat when he heard her answer. “Of course. As long as you are with me.”

It was as if both of them were living a dream. One knew nothing about the truth, while the other one knew of it but declines to acknowledge it.

Unable to resist her charms, Jackson claimed her soft lips. Lips that he could never get tired of. These lips were the ones who made him keep living all these years.

If Alex was April’s sunshine, April was Jackson’s salvation in a world full of darkness.

Jessica responded to his kisses. She noticed before that Jackson’s kisses weren’t unfamiliar. That’s why she believed him all this time. In a way, there was also this feeling of addiction in it. As if, they have kissed a billion times before and that she can’t resist it.

As Jessica responded, Jackson deepened the kiss. Both of his hands held her back while her hands held his head. The two didn’t stop until they almost run out of breath.

As the two slightly separated, they both could see the need in their eyes. The two could hear their fast-beating hearts as well as their heavy breathing.

To Jackson, he wanted to claim his little girl again. He was the first man in her life. He was the one who claimed her first in everything.

To Jessica, it was a sort of pull. A pull that she didn’t know nor understand. If April could remember at this moment, there was an answer to it.

April had become addicted to Jackson. She would be able to explain it well through her nightmares. In truth, she wasn’t scared about Jackson. Rather, she was scared of herself. In her nightmares, she begged Jackson to take her. To make her his woman. The drugs and the experimentation that they did to her had somehow altered her perception. Although she had portrayed herself as a helpless victim to Alex, it wasn’t the whole truth.

There were times that she wanted it to happen. Most of those times were during with Jackson. All those monsters that had gotten their way with her, was nothing to her. This wasn’t the cause of her illness. The real cause was Jackson. Jackson had become her real drug. A drug of dependence. During those moments, being in the arms of Jackson was a sort of freedom to April.

She would begged in her dream to have a moment with him. This was what scares her the most. She knew that it wasn’t right and yet she wanted this sort of man. The man who had treated her hot and cold.

She was scared that she would lose herself but also scared for Jackson to not want her anymore. This sort of nightmares kept crawling at the back of her mind. Like a war between evil and good.