Save Her! Chapter 10, a twilight fanfic

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Jamie's heart monitor simultaneously reassured Paul and drove him mad.

He groaned as he looked over at the ruined body of his lovely imprint. The imprint he never took the time to get to know. Now he may never get the chance.

Please. I swear that if she pulls through I will spend every minute of the rest of my life trying to make it up to her. Please just let her live. Please.

Paul had no idea who he was even addressing in his pleas. He just simply wanted Jamie to live. He didn't even care if she wanted him anymore. He'd gladly walk away if that's what she wanted. He would do anything if she only lived.

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"Mr. Lahote? Is there anything else you can possibly think of? Any little detail could help us find the culprit." A blue uniformed police officer was standing in front of Paul after taking his statement twice.

"No I wish I could. All I saw was a man's figure running away. I was a little too busy trying to put out Jamie," Paul snapped.

Visions of Jamie on fire as she fell through her open window trying to escape ran through his head.

"Okay I think that's enough. He saw a man that was running away from the house. You've been talking to him for hours. How many different ways can my poor Paul rephrase it? Leave. Come back when you find the man who set the Mathias house on fire." Wow. Paul had never seen his grandmother so worked up before.

She had come up to the Forks Hospital to support Paul as soon as he called her. Paul, his grandmother, and Jamie's parents were all sitting in Jamie's hospital room. It had been three hours after she was brought in and only a half hour since she got out of surgery. It was all a waiting game now. Waiting to see if she would wake up. Waiting to see if she would live.

"Thank you Mrs. Lahote," Jamie's mother said quietly as the policeman just stared at them unmoving. "I'm getting sick of him too. The police in this town should really should learn how to be more sensitive," she said pointedly at the policeman.

Her father snorted. "Like you're one to talk. We wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you."

Wait. What did he just say? Could Jamie's own mother have set the fire?

"Oh shut up Leonard! You have no idea if it was really him or not."

The policeman jumped all over that. "Ma'am, do you know who set that fire?"

Yes, do you?! Do you know who almost killed your daughter?

"N-no," Mrs. Mathias stuttered.

"Ma'am, if you know who did this, you need to tell me."

"Yeah Sarah. Tell them. Or better yet I will," Jamie's father said.

Yes! Tell me who set fire to my imprint!

"Fine. Okay look. I don't know for sure who did it, but my … um … my … my friend may have done it," Mrs. Mathias answered awkwardly.

Mr. Mathias looked furious. "Oh screw that! Tell the truth Sarah! It was your lover who set that freaking fire that damn near killed our daughter! He had been sending us threatening letters ever since you lost all your morals and slept with him!"

Paul just stared at his imprint's parents in shock and awe. He suddenly realized that this must be the big secret that Jared and Kim had warned him about.

"Okay sir I understand that you're angry, but we're going to need a name and address." One of the two policemen had pulled out a notepad.

"Elliot Thayer. I don't know where he is, but I do have his letters if that makes any difference," Mr. Mathias said.

"I do," his wife said quietly.

"Actually that may prove beneficial in getting a conviction if he is the arsonist, so please. Do not throw out those letters. Now. What did you say Mrs. Mathias?"

"Don't call me that. It's Miss. Miss Welsh. I'm getting a divorce. T-that's where I was w-when my baby almost died!" She started crying again.

"Don't you want to get justice for your daughter? What did you say earlier?" The policeman prompted.

"I-I know where he lives," she said quietly.

"Of course you do. What? Is it easier to bang him now that your husband and daughter know? Does it? Because look at what your affair did to your daughter! Look at her! You did that to her! You did!" Mr. Mathias angry left his daughter's room.

"Miss? Why don't we go outside and you can give us more information? Okay?"

"Fine," she agreed. With that, Paul and his grandmother were left alone.

"Paul? Sweetie? Are you okay?" his grandmother asked gently.

"They were at a divorce lawyer's office," Paul said shortly. "Her whole entire world was falling apart while I just made it worse. She wasn't even supposed to be there! It was my fault she got hurt!" Paul was starting to get hysterical.

"I'm sorry Paul. I'm afraid I don't understand," his grandmother said cautiously.

"She was supposed to be at Sam and Emily's with me! But I ruined it! I said mean and horrible things about her and it finally got back around to her. The entire left side of her body is scarred because of me! Look at those awful burn marks! They are all because of me!" Paul was full out crying now.

"Oh Paul. Sweetie, listen to me. This is not your fault. Do you understand me? This is the fault of that crazy person who decided to set their house on fire. It was not because of you. You did everything right. You called 911. You did everything you could have," his grandmother assured him.

"I could have kept her with me. I could have kept her away from that house. I never should have said those awful things about her. She may die now and I never even got the chance to apologize to her," he said miserably.

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