I don't own anything.
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I'm not going to tell you about what happened. All I will tell you is
that I ended up in Paul's car again. I hardly even had a chance to say good-bye
to Jesse before Paul grabbed me again and pushed me out the door.
So now I'm sitting in his car, waiting for something bad to happen.
"Why did you tell him about that? I didn't want to have to hurt anyone."
he asked angrily.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please. You? Not wanting to hurt anyone? I'm not
stupid, Paul." I said.
He glared at me. "It's true, Suze."
"Yeah, sure." I said, looking out at the road. We were somewhere past the
cliff where Michael Meducci killed the RHS Angels.
"When I drop you off- IF I drop you off, you're not going to tell Jesse
or anyone about anything I said to you." he told me.
I looked at him disgustedly. I wanted to tell him that he had no right to
tell me what to do. "Okay, I won't tell him anything."
What the hell! I wasn't telling myself to say that! What's wrong with me?
"Do you want me to take you back home?" he asked, with an evil smile.
I wanted to scream yes at the top of my lungs, and jump out of the car and
run home. But something was making me say something else.
"No, of course not." I said. I was screaming yes inside my head but the]
right words wouldn't come out of my mouth.
"Good." he said, his smile growing wider.
We sat there for a couple minutes in silence.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"My new house." he said.
Right then and there I wanted to jump out of that car. And I was about to,
but he stopped me.
"Don't even try it." he said.
For a second I wondered how he could've even known I was about to jump out,
because I made no movement whatsoever, but then I said, "I'm sorry. I'll
never do it again."
Who's making me say all that? I know I wasn't telling myself to say that.
"Good." he said, turning down a street.
A couple seconds later, we were getting out of the car and walking up the
driveway.
"This," he said, "is the place you and I are going to live."
I was about to tell him I would rather kill myself than live with him, but
once again, the wrong words came out. "I can't wait, Paul."
What the hell?
"Okay." he said, as he unlocked the door.
It wasn't the same house as last night. It was bigger, and it was beautiful.
Too bad I was going to have to leave it.
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Was this chapter too short?
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I'm not going to tell you about what happened. All I will tell you is
that I ended up in Paul's car again. I hardly even had a chance to say good-bye
to Jesse before Paul grabbed me again and pushed me out the door.
So now I'm sitting in his car, waiting for something bad to happen.
"Why did you tell him about that? I didn't want to have to hurt anyone."
he asked angrily.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please. You? Not wanting to hurt anyone? I'm not
stupid, Paul." I said.
He glared at me. "It's true, Suze."
"Yeah, sure." I said, looking out at the road. We were somewhere past the
cliff where Michael Meducci killed the RHS Angels.
"When I drop you off- IF I drop you off, you're not going to tell Jesse
or anyone about anything I said to you." he told me.
I looked at him disgustedly. I wanted to tell him that he had no right to
tell me what to do. "Okay, I won't tell him anything."
What the hell! I wasn't telling myself to say that! What's wrong with me?
"Do you want me to take you back home?" he asked, with an evil smile.
I wanted to scream yes at the top of my lungs, and jump out of the car and
run home. But something was making me say something else.
"No, of course not." I said. I was screaming yes inside my head but the]
right words wouldn't come out of my mouth.
"Good." he said, his smile growing wider.
We sat there for a couple minutes in silence.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"My new house." he said.
Right then and there I wanted to jump out of that car. And I was about to,
but he stopped me.
"Don't even try it." he said.
For a second I wondered how he could've even known I was about to jump out,
because I made no movement whatsoever, but then I said, "I'm sorry. I'll
never do it again."
Who's making me say all that? I know I wasn't telling myself to say that.
"Good." he said, turning down a street.
A couple seconds later, we were getting out of the car and walking up the
driveway.
"This," he said, "is the place you and I are going to live."
I was about to tell him I would rather kill myself than live with him, but
once again, the wrong words came out. "I can't wait, Paul."
What the hell?
"Okay." he said, as he unlocked the door.
It wasn't the same house as last night. It was bigger, and it was beautiful.
Too bad I was going to have to leave it.
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