Chapter 9
Stitches. I went through all that and all I got was a few measly stitches.
On top of it all, after that night, Detective Arnold disappeared. I'm serious, I tried calling the police station, but the receptionist told me that he was gone. He'd just up and left. I didn't get to ask him what was up with him and Paul. And apparently, Jesse was just as dumbfounded as I was. All he could say was that Detective Arnold was the one who let him go.
As for Paul, well, he was in for a very long prison sentence. In the end he was convicted on three counts of first degree murder, two counts of attempted murder, theft, assault and battery, and kidnapping. Basically, he was going away for a very long time.
A couple of days after I got out of the hospital, a letter showed up for me. There wasn't a return address on it or anything, it just had "Susannah Simon" scrolled across the envelope.
I took the letter up to my room and opened it on my bed. It just turned out to be a simple piece of printed paper with a simple message typed across it:
Don't ask anymore questions. We can make your life a lot worse.
That's it. It wasn't signed or anything. Just a simple warning. Of course, I had no idea who "we" was supposed to be, but something told me I'd be hearing from them again.
I stuffed the letter under my pillow and went into the bathroom to take a nice long shower. When I came back out, Jesse was sitting on my day bed. He'd finished "A Tale of Two Cities" and had moved on to other books by Charles Dickens. At the moment he was reading "Oliver Twist."
Jesse looked up at me when I came in. He smiled. "How are you feeling?"
I sat down next to him. "Better, I guess." I decided not to tell Jesse about the letter just then. I knew that there'd be plenty of time for that later. Right then I had some business of my own to take care of.
"Jesse, I-"
He set down his book and looked down at me. "Yes, querida?"
I took a deep breath. "Look, I was talking to Father Dominic last week, and he told me about something really important, and I thought maybe, you know, we could do it. I mean, if you want to. Because I would totally understand if you didn't. It's just that-"
"Susannah," Jesse said, smiling a little. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, I." I took another deep breath, then finally said, "Jesse I love you."
Jesse stared at me for a long moment. Before he could say anything, though, I went, "Jesse, will you marry me?"
TO BE CONTINUED.
*** A/N: Oh, I know it was evil of me to leave it there. You don't have to tell me that. But don't you totally want to know what Jesse says? You better be saying yes. Anyway, I will write a sequel, I promise. And soon. You people have to admit that I do update fast, reviews or not. Unlike a lot of fanfic writers I know. Because, I'd just like to say that I have been waiting forever for many fanfics. I won't name them all. You all know who you are, since I write reviews frequently which mostly include the word "UPDATE" several times. Anyway, on to more important subjects (not that the fanfic writers aren't important, of course. Where else am I supposed to get my entertainment?)
I'd like to thank all my lovely reviewers. Even though y'all complained that I couldn't update fast enough. Okay, really, I'm grateful for all the wonderful reviews. Honestly, I could have sworn that there were people who reviewed this story that never reviewed "Another Haunted." Which makes me wonder if they read "Another Haunted" at all. But you can make up for it by reading my other stories! Okay, so I'm getting a little desperate here.
Yeah, and one last thing: I do not own The Mediator. PLEASE DON"T SUE ME!
Stitches. I went through all that and all I got was a few measly stitches.
On top of it all, after that night, Detective Arnold disappeared. I'm serious, I tried calling the police station, but the receptionist told me that he was gone. He'd just up and left. I didn't get to ask him what was up with him and Paul. And apparently, Jesse was just as dumbfounded as I was. All he could say was that Detective Arnold was the one who let him go.
As for Paul, well, he was in for a very long prison sentence. In the end he was convicted on three counts of first degree murder, two counts of attempted murder, theft, assault and battery, and kidnapping. Basically, he was going away for a very long time.
A couple of days after I got out of the hospital, a letter showed up for me. There wasn't a return address on it or anything, it just had "Susannah Simon" scrolled across the envelope.
I took the letter up to my room and opened it on my bed. It just turned out to be a simple piece of printed paper with a simple message typed across it:
Don't ask anymore questions. We can make your life a lot worse.
That's it. It wasn't signed or anything. Just a simple warning. Of course, I had no idea who "we" was supposed to be, but something told me I'd be hearing from them again.
I stuffed the letter under my pillow and went into the bathroom to take a nice long shower. When I came back out, Jesse was sitting on my day bed. He'd finished "A Tale of Two Cities" and had moved on to other books by Charles Dickens. At the moment he was reading "Oliver Twist."
Jesse looked up at me when I came in. He smiled. "How are you feeling?"
I sat down next to him. "Better, I guess." I decided not to tell Jesse about the letter just then. I knew that there'd be plenty of time for that later. Right then I had some business of my own to take care of.
"Jesse, I-"
He set down his book and looked down at me. "Yes, querida?"
I took a deep breath. "Look, I was talking to Father Dominic last week, and he told me about something really important, and I thought maybe, you know, we could do it. I mean, if you want to. Because I would totally understand if you didn't. It's just that-"
"Susannah," Jesse said, smiling a little. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, I." I took another deep breath, then finally said, "Jesse I love you."
Jesse stared at me for a long moment. Before he could say anything, though, I went, "Jesse, will you marry me?"
TO BE CONTINUED.
*** A/N: Oh, I know it was evil of me to leave it there. You don't have to tell me that. But don't you totally want to know what Jesse says? You better be saying yes. Anyway, I will write a sequel, I promise. And soon. You people have to admit that I do update fast, reviews or not. Unlike a lot of fanfic writers I know. Because, I'd just like to say that I have been waiting forever for many fanfics. I won't name them all. You all know who you are, since I write reviews frequently which mostly include the word "UPDATE" several times. Anyway, on to more important subjects (not that the fanfic writers aren't important, of course. Where else am I supposed to get my entertainment?)
I'd like to thank all my lovely reviewers. Even though y'all complained that I couldn't update fast enough. Okay, really, I'm grateful for all the wonderful reviews. Honestly, I could have sworn that there were people who reviewed this story that never reviewed "Another Haunted." Which makes me wonder if they read "Another Haunted" at all. But you can make up for it by reading my other stories! Okay, so I'm getting a little desperate here.
Yeah, and one last thing: I do not own The Mediator. PLEASE DON"T SUE ME!