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THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING!!!
I know it was confusing. I looked the story over about a zillion times, but I still managed to make it confusing. Sorry!!
And for the people who thought Jesse got kidnapped, it wasn't Jesse. It was Suze. I'm so sorry for messing that up! I
hope it wasn't too bad.
~~~
Now, don't think I didn't try to squirm away. Believe me, I so did. But he had the same kind of grip on me that he had
in his room that day when he sicced the Hell's Angel on me. So, finally I gave up. I just let him take me. Besides, I
didn't work on my kickboxing for three hours a day for nothing. And plus, Jesse will come to rescue me, anyway. He
always does.
So now, I'm locked in some basement with two ghosts named Shirley and Frank. They're arguing over who could
remember their murder the best. They don't even seem to notice me, so I just sit there and watch them.
It must've been a half hour by time Paul came back down to get me. All he did was walk down the steps and grab me
roughly by the arm, and push me up the stairs. He didn't say a word. But he had a lot to say.
He led me into a living room. I noticed right away it wasn't Grandpa Slaski's uncomfortable house, but it was
somewhee deep in the woods. "Sit." he grunted, pointing to a couch. So I sat.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice a little shaky. Okay, I may have gotten away last time, but it doesn't mean I'm
not scared of him.
He looked at me angrily. Then he smiled. "I want you to rethink this whole Jesse thing. Look, I know I was terrible
before, but I've changed. Really, Suze, I have." he said. Something inside of me wanted to believe him, but I wasn't
letting that little part of me win. So, I smiled, and informed him that I'd rather hack up my vital organs than ever go out
with him.
"Hack away, Suze. Just because you say you don't want to be with me, doesn't mean that you truly don't. I can make
you love me, Suze." he said cooly. I raised my eyebrows for a second, thinking that he was serious. Then I started
laughing.
"Yeah, okay, Paul. What did they do? Put you in the psychiatric ward at the hospital? I thought you went to jail, not the
loony bin." I said. I had stopped laughing by now, but I was smiling pretty brightly.
"No. I already had these powers. Just like shifting, and soul transference. But believe me, Suze. I can make you love me.
I don't want to have to do it, but I'm afraid I just might have to." he said, looking as serious as ever. They must've
taught him how to act during his visit to the slammer, because he's putting on a pretty convincing show.
"Yeah, okay, Paul. Can you float objects with your mind, too?" I asked, being sarcastic, of course. This is really
beginning to get boring. I want to go home. I am really tired. I bet Mom and Andy are worried about me. I did leave a
note, though. They're really going to kill me when I get home. It's not like I've been Ms. Manners lately. Or ever, to tell
the truth. Being a mediator always made me have to sneak out of the house at ridicoulous hours and come home with
the police.
"Come on, I'm taking you home." he said, getting up. I blinked a few times. That's it? No broken arm? No being
tortured?
"Um, okay." I said, following him. I didn't dare mention the fact that he hasn't tortured me or anything, because I didn't
really want him to. Torture me, I mean.
When he dropped me off at my house, there were no police cars or fire engines outside. I looked at the clock on Paul's
dashboard. It was only 8:40 a.m. They probably figured I went out early in the morning and meant I wouldn't be back
until late.
"I'll be back to get you on Saturday." Paul said, looking out the windshield at the road in front of him. I looked at him.
"Sure, Paul. And I'll be waiting." I said sarcastically. Like hell I'm going to see him again! If I ever had to sit in that
basement and listen to Shirley's murder again, I would simply die!
I opened the door and began to get out. "Be at the Safeway at 11:30 p.m. If you're not there, I'll get you myself, and
you don't want that." he said, still not bothering to look at me.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, Paul. I'll have Jesse drive me. Buh-bye now!" I said sarcastically. I got out and slammed the
door before Paul could react.
I used the spare key to get inside the house. Nobody was home, so I just dragged myself upstairs, so I could take a long
hot bath and sleep for the entire week. But once I got up there, I saw that my plans would have to be rearranged. Jesse
was sitting at the window seat waiting for me. He looked both worried and angry. He jumped up and ran over to me. He
grabbed me by the shoulders.
"Querida, did he hurt you?" he asked. I thought about telling him he did, so Jesse could go kill him, and I wouldn't
have to find a way to tell him that Paul was re-kidnapping me on Saturday.
"No," I said "not really. He just grabbed me by the arm kinda roughly. It doesn't hurt, though." I said. He glared at
something behind me.
"I'll kill him." Jesse growled, still glaring. I liked hearing this.
"Jesse, it's nothing, really. He didn't hurt me. He scared me a little, though." I said, instantly regretting what I said.
Now I would have to tell him this whole story about how Paul said I was going to love him and crap.
"What did he say to you?" he asked. He still had his hands on my shoulders. Jeez, you would think me being his
girlfriend and all that he would at least kiss me. But, of course, he didn't.
"Nothing." I said, looking over at the ground.
"Susannah, what did he say?" Jesse asked me, sounding angry. I looked up at him. I thought that maybe if I tell him
every little thing he said, that he would snatch me up and hold me like he did when Maria held the knife to my throat.
"Well, he didn't say much. But he told me that if I didn't go out with him, he was going to make me love him, and that I
wouldn't like it. And he said he has these powers, but he didn't say anything about them, he just kept going on and on
and on about me loving him, and how I'm denying it and everything. Which I am so not. Denying it, I mean. I do not
love him. I would rather hack up my organs than love him. And I told him that, but he didn't seem to care. Now he
wants me to meet him at the store at 11:30 on Saturday. He wants to kidnap me again, I think. And I don't want to go,
but he says he's going to come after me if I don't come, and once again, I won't like it. So, that's about it." I said. I
know I was babbling, and so did he, because he just looked at me.
"What?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. I have to explain this again, when I never even wanted to say anything about in the
first place.
I took a deep breath. "Paul says he can make me love him. And now he wants me to meet him at the Safeway at 11:30
p.m. on Saturday. He says if I don't come, he'll come after me." I said, slowly this time.
Jesse let go of my shoulders and started pacing the room. He uttered a bunch of Spanish words under his breath. I
wouldn't doubt that he was swearing, but there was no way I could tell, thanks to me not knowing almost no Spanish at
all.
"Well, you know, I could always just go to the police. They'd catch him, right?" I asked. Jesse obviously wasn't paying
attention. Suddenly, Jesse stopped pacing, walked up to me, and grabbed my shoulders again.
"We have to get you out of here. We have to go somewhere far, so he won't know where you are. We-" Jesse said, but
he was interrupted.
"I was was afraid you'd try that." Paul said, walking into my room.
Shit.
THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING!!!
I know it was confusing. I looked the story over about a zillion times, but I still managed to make it confusing. Sorry!!
And for the people who thought Jesse got kidnapped, it wasn't Jesse. It was Suze. I'm so sorry for messing that up! I
hope it wasn't too bad.
~~~
Now, don't think I didn't try to squirm away. Believe me, I so did. But he had the same kind of grip on me that he had
in his room that day when he sicced the Hell's Angel on me. So, finally I gave up. I just let him take me. Besides, I
didn't work on my kickboxing for three hours a day for nothing. And plus, Jesse will come to rescue me, anyway. He
always does.
So now, I'm locked in some basement with two ghosts named Shirley and Frank. They're arguing over who could
remember their murder the best. They don't even seem to notice me, so I just sit there and watch them.
It must've been a half hour by time Paul came back down to get me. All he did was walk down the steps and grab me
roughly by the arm, and push me up the stairs. He didn't say a word. But he had a lot to say.
He led me into a living room. I noticed right away it wasn't Grandpa Slaski's uncomfortable house, but it was
somewhee deep in the woods. "Sit." he grunted, pointing to a couch. So I sat.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice a little shaky. Okay, I may have gotten away last time, but it doesn't mean I'm
not scared of him.
He looked at me angrily. Then he smiled. "I want you to rethink this whole Jesse thing. Look, I know I was terrible
before, but I've changed. Really, Suze, I have." he said. Something inside of me wanted to believe him, but I wasn't
letting that little part of me win. So, I smiled, and informed him that I'd rather hack up my vital organs than ever go out
with him.
"Hack away, Suze. Just because you say you don't want to be with me, doesn't mean that you truly don't. I can make
you love me, Suze." he said cooly. I raised my eyebrows for a second, thinking that he was serious. Then I started
laughing.
"Yeah, okay, Paul. What did they do? Put you in the psychiatric ward at the hospital? I thought you went to jail, not the
loony bin." I said. I had stopped laughing by now, but I was smiling pretty brightly.
"No. I already had these powers. Just like shifting, and soul transference. But believe me, Suze. I can make you love me.
I don't want to have to do it, but I'm afraid I just might have to." he said, looking as serious as ever. They must've
taught him how to act during his visit to the slammer, because he's putting on a pretty convincing show.
"Yeah, okay, Paul. Can you float objects with your mind, too?" I asked, being sarcastic, of course. This is really
beginning to get boring. I want to go home. I am really tired. I bet Mom and Andy are worried about me. I did leave a
note, though. They're really going to kill me when I get home. It's not like I've been Ms. Manners lately. Or ever, to tell
the truth. Being a mediator always made me have to sneak out of the house at ridicoulous hours and come home with
the police.
"Come on, I'm taking you home." he said, getting up. I blinked a few times. That's it? No broken arm? No being
tortured?
"Um, okay." I said, following him. I didn't dare mention the fact that he hasn't tortured me or anything, because I didn't
really want him to. Torture me, I mean.
When he dropped me off at my house, there were no police cars or fire engines outside. I looked at the clock on Paul's
dashboard. It was only 8:40 a.m. They probably figured I went out early in the morning and meant I wouldn't be back
until late.
"I'll be back to get you on Saturday." Paul said, looking out the windshield at the road in front of him. I looked at him.
"Sure, Paul. And I'll be waiting." I said sarcastically. Like hell I'm going to see him again! If I ever had to sit in that
basement and listen to Shirley's murder again, I would simply die!
I opened the door and began to get out. "Be at the Safeway at 11:30 p.m. If you're not there, I'll get you myself, and
you don't want that." he said, still not bothering to look at me.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, Paul. I'll have Jesse drive me. Buh-bye now!" I said sarcastically. I got out and slammed the
door before Paul could react.
I used the spare key to get inside the house. Nobody was home, so I just dragged myself upstairs, so I could take a long
hot bath and sleep for the entire week. But once I got up there, I saw that my plans would have to be rearranged. Jesse
was sitting at the window seat waiting for me. He looked both worried and angry. He jumped up and ran over to me. He
grabbed me by the shoulders.
"Querida, did he hurt you?" he asked. I thought about telling him he did, so Jesse could go kill him, and I wouldn't
have to find a way to tell him that Paul was re-kidnapping me on Saturday.
"No," I said "not really. He just grabbed me by the arm kinda roughly. It doesn't hurt, though." I said. He glared at
something behind me.
"I'll kill him." Jesse growled, still glaring. I liked hearing this.
"Jesse, it's nothing, really. He didn't hurt me. He scared me a little, though." I said, instantly regretting what I said.
Now I would have to tell him this whole story about how Paul said I was going to love him and crap.
"What did he say to you?" he asked. He still had his hands on my shoulders. Jeez, you would think me being his
girlfriend and all that he would at least kiss me. But, of course, he didn't.
"Nothing." I said, looking over at the ground.
"Susannah, what did he say?" Jesse asked me, sounding angry. I looked up at him. I thought that maybe if I tell him
every little thing he said, that he would snatch me up and hold me like he did when Maria held the knife to my throat.
"Well, he didn't say much. But he told me that if I didn't go out with him, he was going to make me love him, and that I
wouldn't like it. And he said he has these powers, but he didn't say anything about them, he just kept going on and on
and on about me loving him, and how I'm denying it and everything. Which I am so not. Denying it, I mean. I do not
love him. I would rather hack up my organs than love him. And I told him that, but he didn't seem to care. Now he
wants me to meet him at the store at 11:30 on Saturday. He wants to kidnap me again, I think. And I don't want to go,
but he says he's going to come after me if I don't come, and once again, I won't like it. So, that's about it." I said. I
know I was babbling, and so did he, because he just looked at me.
"What?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. I have to explain this again, when I never even wanted to say anything about in the
first place.
I took a deep breath. "Paul says he can make me love him. And now he wants me to meet him at the Safeway at 11:30
p.m. on Saturday. He says if I don't come, he'll come after me." I said, slowly this time.
Jesse let go of my shoulders and started pacing the room. He uttered a bunch of Spanish words under his breath. I
wouldn't doubt that he was swearing, but there was no way I could tell, thanks to me not knowing almost no Spanish at
all.
"Well, you know, I could always just go to the police. They'd catch him, right?" I asked. Jesse obviously wasn't paying
attention. Suddenly, Jesse stopped pacing, walked up to me, and grabbed my shoulders again.
"We have to get you out of here. We have to go somewhere far, so he won't know where you are. We-" Jesse said, but
he was interrupted.
"I was was afraid you'd try that." Paul said, walking into my room.
Shit.