Author's Note: I forgot to say Merry Christmas in my last a/n so please forgive me. O_O And a Happy New Year! I updated faster for you guys because I am really into the writing mood, plus the reviews you dudes left me has me excited for what you guys are going to see. You guys are lucky because this chapter is a little longer than my chapters usually be, so yay haha. And trust me, there's gonna be some shit going on lolol, can't promise that it's going to be "pretty".
WARNING's ABOUT THIS CHAPTER: Paul will have another one of his "killing" sessions, so don't be surprised by that. Plus, it's a little bit more graphic, and I have a feeling it will bother your eyes, literally. So, just saying, if you don't want to read that part, DO NOT, just a little heads up! Don't want to scare you dudes away. (:
Heck, what am I saying? You guys gone through a few of Paul's "murders" and that was graphic itself.
Dawn walked into the living room slowly, becoming panicked when she saw an unfamiliar man sitting on the couch. Her mom was in the kitchen cleaning up, and the man's eyes were on hers as he took another bite of the chocolate cake her mother had made this afternoon. What the hell was he doing here?
Dawn thought about running for it; sprinting out the door and going somewhere no one knew to look. What was she going to say? Oh god.
The man sat the plate down on the coffee table before he stood to his feet. "Dawn Berlitz?" he asked her. She responded with a gentle nod. "Miss Berlitz, I'm officer Hartnett from the Sinnoh Police Service. I'm permitted to ask you a few questions about Paul Sumpter."
All she could feel was pressure building inside her chest. A police officer shows up at her house, trying to get some answers out of her about Paul? She was already stressed out as it was. She didn't want to deal with anything police-related anymore. After watching the news, she just wanted to forget. She wanted to forget about all the bad things.
She slowly sat down on the couch as the police officer stood standing, pulling out his pocket-sized notebook and pencil. Dawn was fucked; thankfully she was such a good liar that she could hopefully get through this.
"First of all, do you know the current whereabouts of Paul?"
"Paul," Dawn said. "To answer your question, I'm not entirely sure where he is; I think he moved out of Sinnoh with his parents," she lied, practically having all eye contact on him.
"You're his girlfriend, and you think he left but you have no idea where?"
She fidgeted on the couch, her hands running up and down her thighs nervously. "We had a fight before he ran off." She lied once more, biting her lip afterwards.
"What were you fighting about?"
"That's personal, and none of your damn business." she snapped, automatically regretting it. If Officer Hartnett wasn't suspicious before, he certainly was now. Bad move, Dawn, just cool yourself down and get this over with. Swallow your pride.
The Officer sat down in the armchair across from the couch where Dawn was still sitting. "Ms. Berlitz, I'm just trying to get to the bottom of this."
"Bottom of what, exactly? People move all the time, how is that a big deal?" she was a little more calmed down now, but she still had the right to worry about her boyfriend and his safety. She was sure he was alright, and that he wasn't getting himself into any more trouble.
Officer Hartnett sipped at his hot coffee and stared intensely over at Dawn. So far he'd gotten close to nothing out of her, but he knew she was hiding something; he could see it in her devious eyes.
"Listen, I don't want you getting smart with me," Officer Hartnett growled. He was a feisty one. And come to think of it, this poser showed Dawn no proof of identity stating he was who he was claiming to be. "You don't want me to arrest you, do you?"
"There's no law against being a smartass."
"Would you…" he clenched his jaw and groaned, aggravated. "What do you know about Conway Toretto coming up missing? Along with Molly Simpson, Ursula Heavensberg, and several other people that have had contact with Paul recently?"
Oh shit. At least the police were finally doing their job at finding a suspect instead of linking all of the disappearances to run-aways.
Confusion suddenly filled inside of Dawn. "What the hell are you talking about?" she questioned, her full attention on him.
xxx
Paul watched the brown haired little slut dance along with plenty of dudes, grinding with them as if she was a porn star. He just continued to glare at her from the distance, watching her in disgust. She was moving her hips from side to side, along with her head.
She looked drunk off her ass. Anyone could trick her into going somewhere if they wanted to, that's how drunk she looked.
Smirking, Paul pulled his new mask over his face, letting it cover his facial features. Luckily, this mask was able to cover his entire face, except for his hair, but it was still enough. It was black, of course, and it fitted on his face well. He couldn't just walk upon Sinnoh, exposing his identity out in the air like that. He actually had a better excuse this time. No, not because of his scars on his face, but because of his life, and if someone was to recognize him right now, they would report him to the police. He wasn't having that shit, no way.
He motioned his way over to the group of teens dancing, and pushed himself through the crowd. There were many people glancing his way, wondering who exactly who he is. He didn't care though, he was used to having so many people looking at him differently, and talking shit about him behind his back. This is one of the main reasons that made him become the way he is anyway.
His eyes remained on Giselle though as he pushed through the crowd. When he finally got to her, he just stood there and watched as she continued dancing with eyes closed. She didn't even realize he was standing right there, glaring at her powerfully. She was so drunk off her ass that she couldn't even see anything when she opened her eyes. Yes, she saw people, but she saw them all as a blur.
"Having the time of your life?" Paul questioned, shoving his hands deep inside his pockets.
Giselle stopped dancing, however, turning her eyes to Paul. She stared at his mask for a while and just giggled. She didn't even know this was Paul, what an idiot.
"Nice mask!" she laughed, placing her drink against her lips as she took a large sip.
"I need to talk to you." He demanded.
"About what? Are you going to punish me tough guy?" she questioned, giggling. She flipped her hair to the side and just brushed passed him.
Paul followed the drunk brunette to wherever she was heading to. She was walking towards the beach water, away from the other dancers. Paul only glared harder at her when they continued to walk. He could easily get rid of her right now and he wouldn't care. There was water right next to them, and all he could do was easily drown her.
"What do you want?" she sounded normal again, twisting her head to the side as she looked at the view in front of her eyes.
Paul stood standing right next to her, staring at her intently. "I want you to leave me the hell alone." He commanded.
"Ahhh, I should've known it was you." She smiled, taking a sip of her champagne once more. "And I don't know if I could do that. You're way too interesting to me."
"Dawn is my girlfriend now." He stated. "And I don't want you to ruin it for me." He snapped, becoming ticked already.
"Oh, don't worry, I won't ruin anything!" she smiled, acting as if she cares when really she doesn't give a shit. "Besides, she sure is a lucky girl to have you..." She murmured, almost sounding like she was sad in somewhat. What the hell? She never gets sad over anything, so why is she sad about this?
"Listen," He contemplated, "I did you a favor and you should do the same for me." He said calmly, glancing at the water this time.
It stayed silent for a moment.
Giselle opened her mouth to speak. "And what is this favor you want me to do?"
"Please don't come in between me and her. I want my relationship with her to work out." He narrowed his eyes at her, sounding calm. He just wanted this whole "problem" to be over with. She got what she wanted; now he wanted her to do this favor for him.
Giselle glanced down at the sand for a moment, then back at the water. Her heart felt like it was being torn for some reason. She felt like her heart was being torn in half. She only forced a smile on her face, however, but that smile can only represent sadness for her.
"You fancy me… but you really love Dawn." She whispered.
Paul furrowed his eyebrows together, confusion lighting up in his face. "Um, no I do not 'fancy' you. I don't even like you." He growled, becoming frustrated again.
Giselle only became upset and turned to him. "Why do you always have to be a jerk to me all the time?"
"Maybe if you didn't force me into having sex with you and threatened me about it, I wouldn't have to be a jerk to you." He said coldly.
She laughed at this, and then patted him on the shoulder. He just pushed her hand away from his shoulder, considering he doesn't want anything of her on him.
"You are such a baby." She laughed, smiling brightly at him. She got up in his face and placed her hand on her hip while she held her champagne in her other hand. "Fine, I won't get in between your relationship with her. But, I can't promise you that she won't find out the truth about you. 'Killing' is a major problem."
She began to move, but Paul stopped her in her tracks by gripping her arm aggressively. "What's your deal?" he questioned with coldness in his tone.
She smiled widely, then looked at his lips, then returned them to his eyes. "Nothing. Everything's cool." That smile remained on her face as she brushed passed him. Paul watched her walk away, however, shoving his hands inside his pockets.
Everything about Giselle angered him, and if she doesn't do him that favor, he will get rid of her.
xxx
Paul strode down the streets tiredly. It was ridiculous how much shit he has gotten into the recent week. So much has gone down and everything is just making him as stressed as ever. Giselle, Cato. Heck, surprisingly Cato hasn't started that much shit which had Paul surprised himself. But, ever since his little girl toy came into the picture, everything has been going haywire. And according to her, Cato is crushing on Dawn, which is a problem in his eyes.
And if the blueberry haired girl falls for him… Game over. No, Dawn will never fall for Cato. He will damn right make sure of it.
He felt a sudden slam on his back, his face soon being met with a brick wall of a large building. "What the fuck!" he groaned and pushed himself to stand up straight, backing away from the door. Paul obviously couldn't escape the bullies, no matter how hard he tried running away from it all. It seemed like he would be dealing with these jerk-offs for the rest of his pathetic life no matter where he lived.
He turned around to be met with a pair of blazing pale gray eyes that were staring right through him with dirty blond hair to go along with it. "What the fuck is your problem?"
The guy, which happened to be named Trip, said, "I want you to stay the fuck away from Giselle, you hear me?"
"Dude, we're barely friends," he scoffed. "If you want to break someone's neck, go seek for Cato." Paul wasn't in the mood to deal with these assholes anyway. Just as he knew, Giselle is still fucking around with him and there was no escape. When the fuck is she going to stop?
Paul turned away, brushing pass the useless guy before things turn out worse. It was best for him to ignore the bullies and continue on with his new life; he didn't want a repeat of Veilstone High events. But no matter how much he tried to avoid that, it would come right back.
"Are you walking away from me?"
"Sure am," Paul smirked, continuing to walk, Trip following behind him. "See you tomorrow."
"Like I would spend my Saturday with your freakass."
Oh but you will, Trip, you most definitely will.
xxx
Trip opened his eyes weakly, a bright light shining down on him; blinding him almost immediately. He'd found himself being constrained tightly at his wrists and ankles, the feeling of duct tape pulling uncomfortably at his mouth. The room was too bright for him to see his surroundings, but he's never been more afraid in his life. Trip's biggest fear had always been being tied down to a table while some death-obsessed freak cut him open; his screams growing quieter and quieter as he felt himself being pulled away into a different world that was less kind.
The lights dimmed, and he caught out of the corner of his eye, a long metal table sat up at the side. It held common dangerous objects – a variety of butcher knives and saws terrified him the worst. He told himself over and over that it was just a dream; there was no way his biggest fear could be coming true when he hadn't even gotten around to fixing his life up yet. Everyone deserves a second chance, and that's what he needed more than anything right now. What was going on?
Paul approached him, carrying another rather large knife in his hands; rubber gloves tugged at his shaking hands, and a doctors mask covered his mouth and nose. This was going to be a very action packed night. Again, he didn't feel bad for what he was doing; he was taking away the bullies who made several lives terrible, so the world was a slightly better and less-cruel place. Though, he knew he would be regretting every moment of this once he'd realized what he's done – taking the life of an innocent was a serious crime that he wish he didn't have to break.
He forcefully tore the gray duct tape from Trip's mouth, a screech escaping the larger, older boy's chest. "I'm sorry about what I said to you earlier," he told him between sobs. "This is freaky shit, man, just let me go."
Paul pulled the surgical mask down to let it hang from his neck, a gracious smile sitting there. "Now, why on earth would I do something like that?" he laughed. A hint of evil gleamed in his onyx eyes as he slashed the knife down over Trip's stomach; a quiet scream came passed his lips now. Paul didn't fuck around – he didn't waste any valuable time trying to make amends with his bullies. They made Paul suffer, and now it was their turn to feel his pain.
Trip cried out for help, trying to break free of the straps holding him down, but they were entirely too strong for him. And it didn't matter how loud he screamed, no one would be able to hear him for miles. Paul drugged his hot chocolate at one of the local café's Trip would go to every Saturday morning. He then proceeded to drag him out of the place, drop him in his car, and haul his ass over to an old abandoned hospital that was in the middle of Sinnoh.
Paul twisted the knife up into his stomach, watching as the blood seeped through Trip's white tank top, dying it a violent red color. And Trip continued to scream, yelling out any nasty word that his brain could process quite quickly. "Fuck!" he gasped for air, a waterfall falling from the corner of his mouth, creating a puddle of torture at the table beneath him. "You son of a bitch!" he groaned weakly. "You're crazy! Fucking crazy!" he could feel the blade being yanked out of him now, his body shaking uncontrollably in panic and fear. Trip's body began to grow cold, and he felt himself slipping into a form of shock.
"Is that so?" Paul cocked his head to the side and backed away from Trip's trembling body, dropping the knife into a bowl full of sterilized alcohol. It was amazing how many things you could find in an abandoned hospital that's been used decades ago; most of which were rusty and tarnished – all the more better.
He picked up a utensil he'd found in the old cafeteria, raising it to examine it more clearly in the light. He smirked to himself as he looked over the silver handle, and sharp ridges of the old and rusted melon baller. This would do just nicely.
Paul spun around hastily and adjusted the mask back over his mouth, watching as Trip laid there, the life being sucked out of him by the second. He couldn't go under on him now; he wasn't close to being finished yet and he wanted that bastard to be awake as he drilled into his body painfully. Trip deserved everything he was getting from Paul – everyone should know better than to bully someone, because you never know who the fuck you're dealing with.
He raised his arm, and flung it forward to slam his hand into the side of Trip's face; a loud slap echoed through the isolated operating room. "Just kill me already," Trip coughed. "I've learned my lesson, okay?"
"I'm not done with you yet!" Paul's voice muffled under the medical mask, and he grabbed Trip's face to hold his head steady. He was going to be dripping in blood once he was done here. That's okay, though, Paul actually enjoyed the smell of fresh blood burning his nostrils; it was intoxicating.
Paul pried Trip's left eye open, the melon baller slamming down into the socket with great force – blood spilled out and ran down his face, a crackle sound coming from the eye socket as he twisted the utensil around. At this time, Trip was already in so much pain that he was knocked into full shock, barely even realizing what was going around him. Which made Paul even more pissed off now, popping his eyeball out and throwing it to the dirty hospital floor.
"I really am crazy." He muttered.
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Dawn sat down in the computer desk chair and stared at the laptop in front of her eyes. Thoughts were fluttering through her head endlessly and she just needed some answers. She anxiously typed in google dot com in the search bar then clicked enter. She patiently waited for the wireless connection to catch on, before it did. When google finally appeared on her screen, she placed her fingers on the keys once more.
She had typed in 'Conway Toretto' then clicked enter. Many searches mentioned his name of his "death" and Dawn felt somewhat confused. She bit down on her bottom lip, then typed in 'Molly Simpson' and clicked enter. Many searches of her came through, mentioning "death" topics as well. Dawn blinked, feeling her stomach twisting inside of her.
She typed in the last name the police officer had mentioned to her, Ursula Heavensberg, and pressed enter. Many searches of her came up as well, and again "death" was mentioned.
Dawn just stared at the screen in front of her, staring hard at the word "death".
All the names she had typed in all led back to the word "death", which obviously meant they were all killed. Dawn could feel tears sting in her eyes after a moment, letting the thought sink in. She quickly pressed the exit button and closed her laptop, staring down at her hands nervously.
What did this all mean?
xxx
Drew's phone rang from the back of his pocket. He groaned with annoyance and sighed, running a hand through his emerald green hair. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and realized a random number was calling him.
Raising his eyebrows, he answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Can you meet me at the Pokémon Center in Veilstone?"
Drew yawned, rubbing his tired eyes, but then furrowed his eyebrows together. He didn't recognize this voice at all. "Who's this?"
"Paul." The voice responded.
"Oh, hey man, what's up?" Drew questioned, glancing at the time of his alarm clock. It was currently 9 am. According to him, this was too early for him to be up.
"Just meet me at the Pokémon Center in Veilstone." The line cut off.
Drew was left in confusion, but he didn't let Paul down on his request.
xxx
The doors of the Pokémon Center opened, revealing the cocky emerald green haired teen walking in. He glanced at the waiting area and spotted Paul with his hands shoved in his pockets. Drew just smirked, flicking his hair with his hand before walking over to him.
"What's up, man?" Drew said, taking a seat on the couch in front of Paul.
Paul just glanced up and stared at Drew, not saying a word. He remained quiet, getting lost in his thoughts.
Drew noticed, however, and just slouched down slightly. "You okay?"
"Not exactly," Paul admitted, breathing heavily. He rested his head back against the wall and sighed.
"What's going on?" Drew had his ears all open for what he has to say.
"Have you seen the news lately?" the lavender haired teen started, looking at Drew this time. Drew flicked his hair, then nodded.
"Yeah, I have." The green haired boy said, raising his eyebrows. "Any of that true?"
"Fuck no," Paul groaned, becoming frustrated again. "Yeah, I know the girl, but I didn't molest her. She was lying on live screen."
"Kinda figured." Drew chuckled, resting the back of his head against his hands.
"But I did do something with her..." Paul admitted.
He needed to confess to someone about what he had done, and he decided to let Drew know about it. Drew seemed like a trustworthy guy, and he is the only dude that likes to be around Paul without thinking any negative of him. Well, at least he thought so. Drew still seemed like a pretty cool guy, although he has some habits that annoys the shit out of Paul.
Drew furrowed his eyebrows together. "What did you do?" he squinted his eyes, suspecting something bad coming from Paul.
Paul knew Drew would be confused at first if he says he had sex with her, but won't tell him why. It was either tell him the full on truth, or just lie. But, he was tired of lying; he had to at least tell someone the truth.
"Before I go into the main problem with her, there's something that you should know about me first." He admitted.
"I'm listening," Drew sounded calm, wondering what Paul is going to say to him.
It wasn't as easy as Paul thought it would be, telling someone the truth about him. It felt like the hardest thing he had ever had to do. Heck, it is hard to tell someone that you're a freaking murderer for crying out loud. He wouldn't be surprised if Drew gets a bit freaked out by it anyway, hell, he wouldn't be surprised if anyone would act that way with hearing that kind of news.
"I did some things," he whispered, glancing away. Paul was unable to meet eye contact with Drew because it was so hard for him to admit the truth. Drew didn't put pressure on him; however, he let him take his time on what he needed to say. If it was that important for Drew to know, he wouldn't stress Paul over it. He needed some time to say whatever it was.
"I become so mad to the point that I take it out on people."
"We all go through those stages, buddy." Drew contemplated.
"No, but not in that way. In a different way…" Paul muttered, concentrating on the white hard floor.
Drew nodded, staring at Paul calmly, waiting patiently for him to continue. He wasn't going to rush him. If he were in his shoes and he had some shit going on, he wouldn't want to be rushed either.
"Would you think of me very differently if I told you something very, very personal about me?" Paul asked, having his eyebrows raised.
His friend shook his head, "Naah, I wouldn't. If it's something bad, I won't think of you differently. I'm not that type of person."
Paul nodded, letting a breath of air escape from his lips. Fuck, this is most definitely the hardest situation he has ever been in in his entire life.
"I kill people…" he whispered, finally glancing up at Drew.
Drew blinked in disbelief, almost not believing his words for some reason. He couldn't even register those words into his brain correctly, it sounded so absurd, so unrealistic. If he kills people, wouldn't he be in jail by now? Or wouldn't someone have rat him out by now?
Chuckling lightly, Drew shook his head. "Nice one, haha," he sounded like he believed otherwise, though, "But seriously, what's up?"
Paul's eyes hardened on him. "I'm telling the truth."
Drew's smile dropped after a moment. He just couldn't say anything after this. This kind of news sounded so… crazy, so absurd. He most definitely didn't know what to do in this kind of situation.
"I killed plenty of people and I could give you proof, if you let me."
"No thanks," Drew whispered, sighing after a moment. He intertwined his own hands together before speaking. "You do know that what you're doing is some crazy shit, right?"
"Yeah, but the problem is I really don't care." Paul confessed, chuckling. "I'm crazy for crying out loud. I'm bipolar." He spat.
"Heck, to be freaking honest, I don't know what to say, actually. This is the most craziest shit I've ever heard in my life." Drew almost sounded angry, as if he was becoming angry with Paul.
Drew just hardened his eyes on Paul. "If you ever think of hurting Dawn, I will—"
"I'm not going to fucking hurt her." Paul snapped, becoming equally as angry as him. "I'd kill myself if I ever think of hurting her."
Drew calmed his anger after seeing that look on his face, then let out a breath of air, believing his words. He let his eyes ponder on his shirt for a moment, his attention quickly being grabbed by a large red stain just below the collar of his black shirt. What was that?
"Is that your blood?" he asked, pointing towards the stain.
Paul looked at him confusedly before following his gaze down to his shirt. "Uh…"
Drew nodded, pursing his lips together. "Did you fuck a girl while she was on her period or what?"
Paul sighed then shook his head. "No, I um sort of murdered Trip Stonem. I guess some of his blood got on me,"
Drew's eyes were wide now and he just felt like getting up and walking away. This was too much for him already, too much shit in one day.
"Please don't tell Dawn about me though, please." He begged. Drew glanced at him again then thought for a second, sighing.
"Okay. But, things like that are very serious and I think that you should tell her yourself. Lying to her would hurt her even more." He confessed.
Paul sighed, burying his head in his hands for a moment before lifting his head back up. "I had sex with Giselle."
Drew's face immediately flashed in different shades of anger once again. "What the fuck? Are you trying to hurt my best chick friend?"
"No!" he hissed, growling from underneath his breath. "I'm not, it's just! Ugh, Giselle is a little whore that is obsessed with me. She knows the truth about me." He stated, continuing. "The thing is, she forced me into having sex with her. If I didn't, she would tell Dawn the truth about me."
Drew calmed down suddenly then just nodded in understanding. "That's the reason why you did that with Giselle?"
"Yeah…" he said, sighing heavily. He looked down at his hands for a moment.
Silence overwhelmed the two.
Drew was still left in shock over the news he just heard. It would be hard for him to get used to this. He knew that for a fact.
"Can you help me?" Paul asked, breaking the silence that formed between them.
His friend narrowed his eyes at him and raised an eyebrow. "With what?"
"I'm stressing myself out over the negative possibilities that might happen between Dawn and I. I don't want her to find out the truth about me, and I don't want her to find out what I did."
"If you keep thinking of the negative possibilities, you're only going to make your life harder than what it already is. I suggest, stop thinking negative and start thinking positive." His friend suggested, nodding his head. "And if you really don't want her to know, act as if you're not hiding anything. Hopefully nothing bad will occur."
For once, a smile rose on Paul's face. He let his hand out for Drew to shake, but Drew only stared at his hand for a moment. He was contemplating on shaking his hand or not, after what he just heard, he didn't know what to do.
Sighing, he shook his hand and smiled.
Drew would keep his promise, because that's what best friend's do.
xxx
"Where are you taking me?" Dawn questioned, having to see nothing, considering her own boyfriend tied a black band around her eyes.
When he finally stopped her from walking up a dozen of steps, he pulled off the black band from her eyes and pointed at the building in front of them.
"This is my old school."
She glanced up at the words engraved upon the building. It read 'Veilstone High'. She furrowed her eyebrows together, looking at him in confusion. "Um?"
"I thought I should tell you some things about me. Starting here," he said. He grabbed her hand in his and guided her inside the school. Luckily, the doors were opened because he wasn't in the mood of breaking in.
Paul brought her inside of the school and walked slowly with her down the halls. Dawn stared at the lockers on each side of them, remaining quiet.
"I used to get bullied here continuously." He started, "I was the only guy that wore all black and just stood out from all of the other students. There was this group of guys that always talked shit about me, and they always bullied me.
"They threw me in dumpsters, they gang up on me in the restroom, and they even destroy the things that I create, or created. But, the main guy that was a part of that group was Cato."
"Cato used to go to the same school as you?" Dawn questioned, sort of shocked by this news.
He nodded, however. "Yeah, and he was the biggest bully yet. That's why I hate his guts so much."
"Well that explains everything…" Dawn murmured, turning her eyes elsewhere.
When Paul stopped at a locker that had nothing but graffiti all over it, he turned to Dawn. "This was my locker,"
She returned her eyes on him for a moment, then narrowed her eyes at the locker. Nothing but cruel words was placed on his locker such as Freak, Emo, Crazy, Gay, Pussy, Retard, etc. She could only feel tears welling up inside of her, but she blinked them back. "Oh my god…"
"Yeah, they were some fucking assholes anyway." He began walking again, brushing pass her while shoving his hands inside his pockets. "I grew up without parents; they died when I was little, in a car crash."
"I..I'm so sorry," she was beginning to feel sympathy for him.
"I stay with my older brother though, Reggie." He said, "We have been poor for a couple years because we didn't have parents, but Reggie ended up getting a job at a Pokémon Center and earned a lot of money for us to survive. That is the reason why I'm alive right now, I guess."
"You sure had a tough life…" Dawn frowned, grabbing his hand with hers.
Paul sighed, turning to her. "Yeah, I did. But now since you came into my life, everything began to turn brighter."
Dawn smiled lightly, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. She was still in total confusion over what she dealt with the previous night, but she wasn't going to ask any questions. All of it sounded so ridiculous to her, anyway.
xxx
Dawn walked down a sidewalk, feeling cold as ever because of the wind crashing onto her flesh. She wish she had brought a jacket to warm her up, though. Now, she was going to freeze her ass off walking home. If only she had thought about bringing a jacket earlier, she wouldn't be in this situation at all.
"Dawn Berlitz?" a voice said.
The blunette stopped in her tracks, taken to a sudden surprise when she heard a voice from behind her. After a moment, she turned her body around and saw a girl with brown hair flowing across her shoulders. Her face looked very familiar, however, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it.
"Who are you?" she questioned.
"You know who I am." The girl responded, smiling swiftly at the blunette. "And you also know who Paul Sumpter is, now am I right or am I wrong?"
Giselle, of course. Dawn said defiantly through her head.
"What do you want?" Dawn growled, becoming angry all of a sudden. She just didn't like this girl one bit, she didn't know why, she just didn't like her.
"Nothing, just wanted to meet Paul's girlfriend in person, that's all." She beamed, beginning to brush pass her. Giselle stopped, however, as if she forgot to say something. "Oh, and by the way, he isn't exactly as innocent as you think he is."
Author's Note: Cliffy, hehe.
Don't kill me okay! Just wanted to leave you guys in a complete mindfuck, el oh el. And sorry to say, but I don't have a preview for next chapter because I haven't got to write it yet, so boooo. But trust me, that's even better because you guys would be dying to know what happens next. (;
What did you guys think of me using Trip as Paul's next victim? I don't want you guys to hate me for that! Haha, I personally like Trip on the anime and I personally ship him with Iris. Hehe, they remind me of an Ikarishipping 2.0, well that's just my opinion. Um, yeah, if you guys like really love Trip, don't murder me! Haha, I'm mad at myself too lol.
Please review. :D and I promise I will try to update soon.