Okay, this story really sucks at the beginning and it just starts really abruptly. I know it sucks… but… it gets better.. TRUST ME.

Suze's POV

I couldn't have been more stupid.

Going to Paul's house was the most stupidest thing that I have ever done in my whole entire life.

I mean really.

Who would think that me, Susannah Simon would disobey my own husband? He had told me time and time again that if I go to Paul's house I'll get nothing but trouble, and he was right, I did get nothing but trouble.

Stupid Suze! Very stupid Suze.

You don't know how many times I've said that before in my life.

Loads.

Trust me.

Paul was up to his usual big bad wolf self.

He wants to kiss me all over again.

I'M MARRIED FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! He just can't get it in his head that I like Jesse a whole lot more then him.

I loved him as a matter of fact.

I loved him to the extent that I married him and had a kid.

But no, Paul just can't get me out of his head.

I wish I could get him to get me out of his head.

Jesse's POV

"Bella! No! Put that down! You shouldn't play with that!" I screamed, pulling the knife out of her hands.

She started to cry, and I picked her up, setting the knife down on the table.

She was beautiful.

She had brown colored hair and the prettiest colored skin, I can't even describe it.

But there was one thing about Bella that I loved the most.

She had Susannah's eyes.

She had those beautiful emerald eyes that any guy could get lost in. I carefully stroked her hair, and she yawned. "

Tired." She said.

"I'm tired Daddy! Tired!" I smiled, walked upstairs, and gently laid her down in her bed. She quickly fell asleep.

I wonder where Susannah is.

She should be back by now.

She just went to the grocery store. I HOPE she just went to the grocery store…. Not to Paul's house.

Flashback

"Querida, I don't think that we should choose Paul as our godparent. He tried to kill you, don't forget." She smiled at me.

"I know Jesse." She got up off of the couch and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, that reminds me, I have to go to the grocery store to pick up some stuff for dinner." I got up off of the couch.

"Okay." She grabbed the keys and walked out of the door, waving to me as she left. I only hope she is REALLY going to the grocery store, I thought as I sat back down on the couch and turned on the television.

End Flashback

I slowly went downstairs and sat on the window seat, overlooking the ocean.

It reminded me of when I was a ghost and I used to sit here and wait for Susannah to get back from school.

I sighed.

It brought back so many memories.

I missed most of those memories.

I drowned myself in those thoughts, but then resurfaced when I heard the front door slam. I quickly got up and walked over to the door.

I saw Susannah.

She looked sad.

But she just went to the grocery store… I hope.

Nombre De Dios, did she go to Paul's house?

No.

She wouldn't disobey me.

She just went to the grocery store.

But how can she be sad going to the grocery store? Wait, she didn't have any bags with her!

Maybe she DID go to Paul's house.

Calm Down Jesse.

Calm DOWN.

"Jesse." She whispered.

"I'm hurt." My heart sped up.

"How Querida?" I asked, my tension rising quickly. Paul was the only explanation.

NO NO NO! SHE DIDN'T GO TO PAULS!

"I'm hurt on the inside." She whispered again.

"Hold me." She mumbled, and she buried her face in my chest.

Suze's POV

How could I have disobeyed my own husband?

I couldn't tell him the truth though, that would only make matters worse.

But I definitely couldn't lie to him.

No way.

I could NOT do that. I had to tell him the truth.

I sighed, and pushed away from him, quickly brushing away the hair from my face, and the tears that had trickled down my cheek.

He gripped my shoulders, and pulled me down onto the couch. He pulled me into him and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" he asked me, stroking my hair and gently kissing my forehead.

"Jesse, I didn't go to the grocery store." I said.

I could feel him tensing up beside me.

"Where did you go?" he asked, still stroking my hair.

"Paul's house." I gulped. He stopped stroking my hair, and became as stiff as a rock. "Why were you going to P-Paul's house?" He asked me.

This is bad.

Jesse never ever stutters.

"I wanted him to be our godparent." I said.

Jesse jumped up, and I fell down onto the couch. He started pacing and muttering in Spanish.

"¡Mi dios! ¿Cómo habría podido ella ir a su casa? ¡Le dije no a!"

I got really scared.

It was amazing to think that MY Jesse would ACTUALLY make me scared.

I wanted to run, but there was nowhere to run.

I wanted to scream, but there was no point in screaming.

I wanted to rewind and never have gone to his house! But I couldn't do that either. "Jesse! I knew that you would fly off the handle like this!" I practically screamed at him. "Fly off the handle? Susannah, you disobeyed me! You promised me that you would never go to Paul's house for anything, but ESPECIALLY not to ask him to be our GODPARENT! You disobeyed me!" I hung my head.

"I'm not your little kid Jesse!" I screamed.

"Susannah, he could have done something to you!" He said, still pacing the floor.

"I just asked him a simple question." I said.

"I don't care! You could have been cheating on me!" I gaped at him.

"CHEATING ON YOU? IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK? YOU THINK THAT I WAS CHEATING ON YOU?" He nodded his head.

"Yes." I was livid. How could he think that at all?

"Okay. Then." I said, grabbing his Mercedes Benz keys from off the counter.

"Then I think that it's time for me to leave." I said, walking out the door.

I got into his car, his brand new black Mercedes Benz convertible. I turned the key and started the ignition. The door slammed to the right of me.

Jesse.

"SUSANNAH! THAT'S MY CAR!" he hollered.

I slammed the pedal down and quickly backed out of the garage. He started chasing after me.

I changed gears into drive and skidded out of the driveway.

I cruised downtown, then I pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. I started to cry. How could I have done this?

Then my grip tightened on the steering wheel… Bella.

I had forgotten about Bella.

Shit.

Jesse's POV

I stood there on the driveway where Susannah and my car was.

I fell down onto the ground. Thoughts buzzed in my head like angry bees.

It was MY fault that my wife was gone.

I had in fact treated her like my daughter. I must have gotten it from my dad.

She left without taking anything, except for my car, and the keys.

She even forgot…. I sat up quickly.

Bella.

She must have been pretty mad.

Mad at me probably.

No.

Maybe she was mad at herself. She can't be that hard on herself…… I hope…I went upstairs to where Bella sat in bed.

"Why was Daddy yelling?" She asked placing her hands on her hips. I smiled. That was cute, considering she was only 6. I sighed and sat down next to her.

"Daddy yell. Daddy yell at Mommy. Daddy say words I can't understand. Where Mommy, Daddy?" She asked. I put my hand on her shoulder, and said to her slowly, "Mommy is gone." Her jaw dropped open.

"DADDY KILL MOMMY?" She screamed, ducking under the covers.

I felt sorry for her.

"No I didn't kill her." I said, pulling the cover from her grip.

"Mommy ran away." Her face got pale, and she started to cry.

"I WANT MOMMY!" I just stared at her, and then got up and sat in the window seat.

Tears trickled down my cheeks.

I knew what I had to do.

I had to find her.

I had to stop this nightmare from happening.

I had to do it.

I knew the one place that she would go. The one person I hated the most.

Paul Slater.

I KNOW IT SUCKS! But.. please review! Trust me, it will DEFINENTLY get better. I SWEAR. :) so review por favor!