UnangelicHalo: Don't worry!!! Life for Izzy will be fine..or will it? Muhahaha!
Clavel: Yes, damn Dylan to hell! lol...
PoeticKiss: Muhahaha!!! Only I know the answers!!!
Isabella's POV:
"Hey dad!" I said cheerfully walking into the dining room for dinner. Maybe too cheerfully, since he looked at me like pod-people had taken me over.
"Oh, can I go to the beach tonight? We're planning a bonfire/campout type thing." I asked halfway through the meal. Mom raised her eyes at me, and asked, "Who's we?"
"Uh...Hailey, Sarah, Lexi, Raven...Probably Mark, and a couple other people may show up." I said, putting a piece of salad in my mouth.
"Is Pamela going?" Huh? I don't know a Pamela. I was about to say so, when I saw mom's meaningful look. Oh! Pamela=Paul. Ok, I get it. "Uh, probably."
"Who's Pamela?" Dad asked. "Have we met her?"
"Uh, sort of." Not a complete lie. "She's new, kind of been wandering around for a while." I took a sip of my soda and said, "So, can I go?"
"Sure." Dad said, wiping his mouth. "I don't mind."
"Well, I do." Mom interjected. Say what? You were so just going to let me! I sent mom a thought- being the only shifters in the house, we can read each others minds- that said, "Is this because Paul will be there?"
"Isabella, I do not want you out, alone, after dark with him."
"Mom! How the hell else am I supposed to see him?"
"You've been doing so under our noses, keep doing that."
"MOM! I already said I'd meet him!"
"Well, you should have thought of this sooner."
"Uh, guys? You wanna stop the mind yelling?" Luke asked. Wow, that's the first thing he's said all day. "I can almost hear you."
I sent daggers at mom and said, accidently out loud, "You can't stop me from seeing him!" Oh yeah. I'm a rebel.
"Seeing him?" Dad questioned. "Him? Susannah, who's him that Isabella is seeing?"
"Some boy I don't approve of." Mom said. I snorted. "You didn't seem to not approve of him earlier!"
"Someone want to clue me in on the name of this him we don't approve of?" Dad said. Carmen and Luke looked at me. Mom looked at me.
"Fine! You want to know his name, Dad? It's Paul! There, happy?! I fell in love with Paul Slater, and there is not a damned thing you can do about it!"
Ha, did you think I'd actually said that?? Of course not! I like breathing. I really do.
Here's what really happened:
I felt the eyes of my brother, sister, and mother on me. Dad was staring at me now, too, because everyone else was. Carmen's newest pet ghost, a terrier dog named Rocky, sat down and stared up at me.
And I shifted to my room.
That's it. Just took my body with me and shifted away to my room. I've gotten pretty good at it, actually. Close my eyes, picture my room, and take my body with me. I shut and locked the door, hearing Mom and Dad's yells for me to come down and finish my dinner. I sent Mom a thought that daughters probably should NEVER say to their mothers and caused mom to send back the, "You're grounded until you graduate high school, young lady!" thought.
Screw that. This rebel's breaking out. And, I never had to deal with escaping out the window because of my shifting. At 11:59, I pictured the beach and went there. Paul was standing by the lifeguard's tower looking worried.
"Oh thank God, Isabella!" He wrapped me in a big hug and refused to let go.
"Ok, I missed you too." I hugged him back.
"No, it's not that. I mean, yes, I missed you, of course, but Dylan's going to be here any minute, you have to run-"
"Now, why would she run from me?" I heard a voice behind me, and felt myself be pulled both tighter into Paul and further from him at the same time.
"Stand back and watch Paulie...Little Isabella's going down." Suddenly, a searing pain ripped through my head. I fell to the sand, curled up in the fetal position, screaming out against the pain. I was vaguely aware of Paul tackling Dylan, but I had closed my eyes so it could have been the other way around. Paul must have tackled him though, since the pain eased up for a second while Dylan was off-guard. I crawled away, but only got a foot or so, before the pain came back in full force, and all I saw was blackness...
Paul's POV:
I stood by the lifeguard's tower, waiting for Isabella. I saw her, tried to warn her, but Dylan showed up too soon. Before I knew it, Isabella was on the ground, holding on for dear life.
I tackled Dylan. He broke his concentration, and Isabella tried to get away. I pummeled him, but he still managed to use his freaky powers on her. I pummeled him some more when I saw Isabella pass out, and then he disappeared.
I stood there for a few minutes panting, before moving to check on Isabella. I heard her moan softly, and I checked her pulse...It was faint, but still there.
"P-Paul?"
Oh, thank God she wasn't gone! I picked her up and cradled her in my arms. "Shhh...Don't talk." I said soothingly. "We'll get you to your uncle Jake, he'll run tests, make sure you're ok. You're gonna be aight, ok?"
Isabella nodded slightly, and I drove her to Carmel General Hospital. Thank God Jake had night shift tonight!
I raced her to the emergency room. I saw Jake, who shot me the look of death when I ran in holding Isabella. "Yell at me later, even though I didn't do anything! You have to save her!" I quickly ran through an explanation of what Dylan had done, and Jake ran an MRI and a few other tests to check her brain before admitting her.
"Mr. Slater." Jake said coldly to me. I was sitting in Isabella's hospital room, waiting for news. I'd called Suze, who had yelled at me, but I didn't care. She was on her way.
I sat up in my chair and said, "Yes? How is she? She's gonna make it right??"
Jake looked uncomfortable. "Probably."
"Probably? What the hell does that mean?"
"It means that, while there wasn't significant damage done to Isabella's brain, she's in a coma. When and if she wakes up, she should be fine."
"When and if?"
"There's always a possibility with coma patients that they don't wake up." Jake said, looking pissed off and sad at the same time. "Now what the hell were you and my niece doing at the beach at midnight?"
I sighed. I clutched Isabella's hand and told him we were in love. Suze came bursting in, tears streaming down her cheeks, with De Silva behind her.
If looks could kill, I'd be going through a door in the Shadowland right about now.
I refused to leave. I explained to De Silva that I loved Isabella, and if it weren't for that, she'd be dead right now because Dylan would have come to her room and killed her. He barely bought it, and the death look I'd been getting eased up.
We all stayed in Isabella's room that night. I refused to move from my chair. I prayed silently, hoping she'd wake up soon...
Clavel: Yes, damn Dylan to hell! lol...
PoeticKiss: Muhahaha!!! Only I know the answers!!!
Isabella's POV:
"Hey dad!" I said cheerfully walking into the dining room for dinner. Maybe too cheerfully, since he looked at me like pod-people had taken me over.
"Oh, can I go to the beach tonight? We're planning a bonfire/campout type thing." I asked halfway through the meal. Mom raised her eyes at me, and asked, "Who's we?"
"Uh...Hailey, Sarah, Lexi, Raven...Probably Mark, and a couple other people may show up." I said, putting a piece of salad in my mouth.
"Is Pamela going?" Huh? I don't know a Pamela. I was about to say so, when I saw mom's meaningful look. Oh! Pamela=Paul. Ok, I get it. "Uh, probably."
"Who's Pamela?" Dad asked. "Have we met her?"
"Uh, sort of." Not a complete lie. "She's new, kind of been wandering around for a while." I took a sip of my soda and said, "So, can I go?"
"Sure." Dad said, wiping his mouth. "I don't mind."
"Well, I do." Mom interjected. Say what? You were so just going to let me! I sent mom a thought- being the only shifters in the house, we can read each others minds- that said, "Is this because Paul will be there?"
"Isabella, I do not want you out, alone, after dark with him."
"Mom! How the hell else am I supposed to see him?"
"You've been doing so under our noses, keep doing that."
"MOM! I already said I'd meet him!"
"Well, you should have thought of this sooner."
"Uh, guys? You wanna stop the mind yelling?" Luke asked. Wow, that's the first thing he's said all day. "I can almost hear you."
I sent daggers at mom and said, accidently out loud, "You can't stop me from seeing him!" Oh yeah. I'm a rebel.
"Seeing him?" Dad questioned. "Him? Susannah, who's him that Isabella is seeing?"
"Some boy I don't approve of." Mom said. I snorted. "You didn't seem to not approve of him earlier!"
"Someone want to clue me in on the name of this him we don't approve of?" Dad said. Carmen and Luke looked at me. Mom looked at me.
"Fine! You want to know his name, Dad? It's Paul! There, happy?! I fell in love with Paul Slater, and there is not a damned thing you can do about it!"
Ha, did you think I'd actually said that?? Of course not! I like breathing. I really do.
Here's what really happened:
I felt the eyes of my brother, sister, and mother on me. Dad was staring at me now, too, because everyone else was. Carmen's newest pet ghost, a terrier dog named Rocky, sat down and stared up at me.
And I shifted to my room.
That's it. Just took my body with me and shifted away to my room. I've gotten pretty good at it, actually. Close my eyes, picture my room, and take my body with me. I shut and locked the door, hearing Mom and Dad's yells for me to come down and finish my dinner. I sent Mom a thought that daughters probably should NEVER say to their mothers and caused mom to send back the, "You're grounded until you graduate high school, young lady!" thought.
Screw that. This rebel's breaking out. And, I never had to deal with escaping out the window because of my shifting. At 11:59, I pictured the beach and went there. Paul was standing by the lifeguard's tower looking worried.
"Oh thank God, Isabella!" He wrapped me in a big hug and refused to let go.
"Ok, I missed you too." I hugged him back.
"No, it's not that. I mean, yes, I missed you, of course, but Dylan's going to be here any minute, you have to run-"
"Now, why would she run from me?" I heard a voice behind me, and felt myself be pulled both tighter into Paul and further from him at the same time.
"Stand back and watch Paulie...Little Isabella's going down." Suddenly, a searing pain ripped through my head. I fell to the sand, curled up in the fetal position, screaming out against the pain. I was vaguely aware of Paul tackling Dylan, but I had closed my eyes so it could have been the other way around. Paul must have tackled him though, since the pain eased up for a second while Dylan was off-guard. I crawled away, but only got a foot or so, before the pain came back in full force, and all I saw was blackness...
Paul's POV:
I stood by the lifeguard's tower, waiting for Isabella. I saw her, tried to warn her, but Dylan showed up too soon. Before I knew it, Isabella was on the ground, holding on for dear life.
I tackled Dylan. He broke his concentration, and Isabella tried to get away. I pummeled him, but he still managed to use his freaky powers on her. I pummeled him some more when I saw Isabella pass out, and then he disappeared.
I stood there for a few minutes panting, before moving to check on Isabella. I heard her moan softly, and I checked her pulse...It was faint, but still there.
"P-Paul?"
Oh, thank God she wasn't gone! I picked her up and cradled her in my arms. "Shhh...Don't talk." I said soothingly. "We'll get you to your uncle Jake, he'll run tests, make sure you're ok. You're gonna be aight, ok?"
Isabella nodded slightly, and I drove her to Carmel General Hospital. Thank God Jake had night shift tonight!
I raced her to the emergency room. I saw Jake, who shot me the look of death when I ran in holding Isabella. "Yell at me later, even though I didn't do anything! You have to save her!" I quickly ran through an explanation of what Dylan had done, and Jake ran an MRI and a few other tests to check her brain before admitting her.
"Mr. Slater." Jake said coldly to me. I was sitting in Isabella's hospital room, waiting for news. I'd called Suze, who had yelled at me, but I didn't care. She was on her way.
I sat up in my chair and said, "Yes? How is she? She's gonna make it right??"
Jake looked uncomfortable. "Probably."
"Probably? What the hell does that mean?"
"It means that, while there wasn't significant damage done to Isabella's brain, she's in a coma. When and if she wakes up, she should be fine."
"When and if?"
"There's always a possibility with coma patients that they don't wake up." Jake said, looking pissed off and sad at the same time. "Now what the hell were you and my niece doing at the beach at midnight?"
I sighed. I clutched Isabella's hand and told him we were in love. Suze came bursting in, tears streaming down her cheeks, with De Silva behind her.
If looks could kill, I'd be going through a door in the Shadowland right about now.
I refused to leave. I explained to De Silva that I loved Isabella, and if it weren't for that, she'd be dead right now because Dylan would have come to her room and killed her. He barely bought it, and the death look I'd been getting eased up.
We all stayed in Isabella's room that night. I refused to move from my chair. I prayed silently, hoping she'd wake up soon...