Jesse was gone, I was stuck here, and there was nothing that I could do nothing at all...
"He's gone and he sure as hell isn't coming back." Paul said quietly from where he stood by the sink with cold water running down his fist, which was flowing with blood. "Shut the fuck up, Paul!" I snapped.
Paul merely shrugged, "I'm pointing facts out, and it's not illegal."
All I wanted to do now was wring Paul's neck and finish off what Jesse could not, it would not be so hard to inflict any pain on him right with half his blood ruining the kitchen floor. "Get a fucking plaster Paul!" I snapped pointing to his white oxford shirt, which contained a couple of ruby red patches soaking up the material.
Paul rolled his eyes, "Jeez sorry that I got stabbed, beaten up and ruined the bloody floor." He said looking up at me angrily.
"No, you fucking provoked Jesse and he lashed back like anyone would, and I bloody hate you!" I snapped chucking a vase, which sat on the island at him.
Luckily, for him it hit the wall behind me, and shattered into a million pieces.
"That was a gift from mom, it was from Persia!" he roared, "You've lost it Suze, and you've gone mad!"
"I think you lost it when you went and KILLED someone then exorcised the guy I love!" I screamed, attempting to stay calm.
Paul stared at me coldly, "You don't love him"
I smiled at him, "No I hate him I'm just breaking down for the sake of it."
"Get a grip, he was a fucking ghost." Paul said calmly placing a bandage over his fist.
"I LOVED HIM!" I yelled, wanting to punch Paul on his already swollen eye.
"Really, is that why you married me, because you loved Rico?" he asked raising an eyebrow, "Or did you just think you loved him and the thought of him gone just startled you? And you're prepared to stop this nonsense and go back to bed?"
Damn him, why did he have to get rid of the one thing I had in life, the one thing I wanted, the one thing that I needed to live.
Jesse was like oxygen for me, if he was not here I had know chance in hell of staying strong! Paul, Paul's fault it was he had shot Jesse's friend and then taken my love away from me. Who the hell did he think he was?
There was no way I was ever going to forgive this jerk!
"I married you because I was pregnant and you said it would be for the best." I reminded him, "Not because I loved you!"
Paul tipped his head back and laughed, "Well you're a pathetic wife after six years of marriage all you ever gave me was a dead child and carp food!"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" I yelled slapping Paul across his already bruised cheek, "I didn't kill our baby intentionally!"
Paul shrugged, "From where I'm standing it sure seems to be the case Suze, all you've ever done is lust after that man, you know how much it sucks? It's like being married to a corpse, everything your moods, sex, and generally life with you is crap!"
"You killed him!" I yelled ignoring his comments.
"No, he was already dead I just treated him in a way that I would treat other clients, regardless of the fact whether or not they're sleeping with my wife." He said staring me in the eye.
"I'm not your property Paul, you can't control my life, what you can do is get the hell out of my life, the doors that way!" I yelled pointing to the door.
Paul stared at me blankly, "You're pregnant with my child..."
I laughed at him coldly, "No Paul, I'm pregnant with a parting gift from Jesse, not your evil spawn. Good fucking bye!"