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"So, Suze. Do you like it here?" Paul asked me.
"Yes." I said. Once again, what the hell is wrong with me?
"Good." he said. "You're wondering why you're saying all the wrong
things, aren't you?" he asked.
Finally, I spoke the words that I actually WANTED myself to say. "Yes,
Paul, I am. And I do not like it here. I don't want to live with you,
either. Frankly, I want to go home." I said. It felt good to speak for
myself. That was really beginning to annoy me.
"Well, you see. You're not going to go home, because I'm not going to
let you leave." he said, smiling menacingly.
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Just tell me why I can't say any of the
things I want to say, okay?" I demanded. I was getting really annoyed
with this.
"Because I'm making you say all that stuff." he said, his evil smile
growing wider every second.
"Yeah, right, Paul. And my Grandpa's name is Carlos Santana." I said,
rolling my eyes and glaring at him. "I'm probably just sick."
He laughed. "You believe me, right, Suze?" he asked, looking over at me
and smiling expectantly.
"Yes." I said. Okay, maybe he can control my mind. But he's not going to
be able to with a concussion, right?
"Suze, you would never want to hurt me." he said. Okay, so he can also
read my mind. But he can't do that with a concussion, either, can he?
"No, I wouldn't." I said.
"You love me." he said. I guess he didn't have time to make me say what he
wanted to make me say, because the minute he said that, I punched him in the
face. It was comforting to hear the nasal cartilage crunch beneath my fist.
"What the hell!" he yelled, rushing up to stop the blood from getting all over
the couch.
"You should know by now that I don't love you." I said, kicking him hard in
the shin. Look, I know I was being to violent for him just trying to make
me say I love him, but I've been dying to hurt him like that for the longest
time.
"Then who do you love, Suze? And don't tell me you love that dead cowboy." he said, still
holding his hand to his nose.
"He's not a cowboy. And yes, I do love Jesse." I said. I needed to plan an escape.
So, I kicked his right shin again and then I kicked his left shin twice. Then I ran.
I got pretty far, too. But then I realized I couldn't drive. Damn!
Five minutes later, I was back at Paul's house.
"You're back?" he asked, leaning aganist the front doors frame.
I glared at him. "Yes. But only for you to drive me home." I said.
"Why should I take you home?" he asked, looking amused. Well, as amused as a guy with a
bloody nose could get.
I pondered this for a second. Then I got the perfect plan.
"Well, because I really do love you." I said, trying not to gag. This very might well
work, so I have to act it out as good as I can. Let's just hope he isn't reading my
mind.
"Oh really?" he asked, smiling.
I nodded. "Yeah, and I want to go home so I can dump Jesse." I said.
He smiled. "Okay, let me just get my keys." he said, turning around.
Minutes later, we were cruising down the road.
"So I'm just going to go home, get some stuff together, dump Jesse, and
I'll be waiting for you at midnight the next night." I said, telling him
my plans.
"I'm going to pick you up tonight." he said.
"No, Paul. It might take awhile for Jesse to realize I really don't like him."
I said.
"Fine." he said.
Now here's the real plan.
I'm going to go home, tell Jesse what happened, then we're both going to leave, and
go somewhere where Paul can't find us, just like before. Then I'm going to live
happily ever after with the REAL guy I love, Jesse de Silva.
Suddenly I remembered that Paul could read my mind. I looked over at him quickly
to see if his expression changed or anything, but it hadn't. Thank God.
A half hour later, I stood upstairs, telling Jesse everything that was going on.
"And now we have got to run away, Jesse, because he's going to make me marry him
and make me live in a house with him, and there isn't even seperate bedrooms, and
if I was forced to even sleep in the same room with him, let alone bed, I think I
would die. So we have to go now. He's coming to get me at midnight." I said.
"Susannah-" Jesse said, but was cut off by my babbling.
"But where would we go? I mean, we could go tell Father D., but he wouldn't approve. He
could drive us somewhere, but he would give me a whole lecture on how it was wrong,
and how I should call the police on Paul. But he doesn't understand. If Paul got out before,
he can surely get out again. He's not as stupid as I like to think he is. So what do we do?"
I asked, trying to catch my breath.
"Well, I think we should ask Father Dominic to take us somewhere where Paul wouldn't ever think
of going." he said, petting Spike.
"Well, duh, Jesse." I said. "I'll call Father Dom and see if he'll take us." I said. Now I
just have to think up a good lie to get him to take us.
I picked up my phone and dialed the mission's number. Sister Ernestine answered.
"Hi, can I talk to Father Dominic?" I asked her.
"Father Dominic is currently very busy, young lady. You should-" she said, but I interrupted.
"Oh, yes, I would say he would be, but it'll only take a second." I said, trying to sound as
calm as possible.
"Oh, fine. Wait a minute." she said, obviously slamming the phone down on the desk and calling for
Father Dominic to answer line 2.
A couple seconds later, a deep fimiliar voice came on the other line.
"Father Dom? It's Suze. Look, I need you to help Jesse and I." I said, wasting no time at all.
Hey, you would be too, if your mind was in danger of being controlled by a criminal.
"Susannah, I can't help you right now." he said. I could imagine him sitting there, fiddling
with that box of cigarettes, even as he talked to me.
"It won't take long. I just need you to drive Jesse and I to...L.A. or something." I said.
"Susannah. I just can't walk out of the school and drive you and Jesse somewhere." he said,
trying to sound reasonable and calm.
"Please? It's important. I found out about a bookstore that has information about mediating.
I was just hoping you could drive me there, so I wouldn't have to lie to Adam and Cee Cee why I
have a smelly old book." I begged innocently.
There was silence for a couple seconds. "Oh..oh, fine." he said. "But you're going to tell me
why you weren't in school today while we're driving."
I smiled. "Okay, Father D. Thanks!" I said, and hung up. I am very proud of my persuasive skills.
"So?" Jesse asked, moving Spike over and standing up.
"So, we're going to Los Angeles." I said. I wasn't sure if there was a Los Angeles back when Jesse
was around.
"Alright." he said.
About 25 minutes later, Jesse, Father D., and I were riding down the highway, making our way towards
Los Angeles. I was happy. No, I was estatic. Because everything was perfect.
Well, for now, at least.
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"So, Suze. Do you like it here?" Paul asked me.
"Yes." I said. Once again, what the hell is wrong with me?
"Good." he said. "You're wondering why you're saying all the wrong
things, aren't you?" he asked.
Finally, I spoke the words that I actually WANTED myself to say. "Yes,
Paul, I am. And I do not like it here. I don't want to live with you,
either. Frankly, I want to go home." I said. It felt good to speak for
myself. That was really beginning to annoy me.
"Well, you see. You're not going to go home, because I'm not going to
let you leave." he said, smiling menacingly.
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Just tell me why I can't say any of the
things I want to say, okay?" I demanded. I was getting really annoyed
with this.
"Because I'm making you say all that stuff." he said, his evil smile
growing wider every second.
"Yeah, right, Paul. And my Grandpa's name is Carlos Santana." I said,
rolling my eyes and glaring at him. "I'm probably just sick."
He laughed. "You believe me, right, Suze?" he asked, looking over at me
and smiling expectantly.
"Yes." I said. Okay, maybe he can control my mind. But he's not going to
be able to with a concussion, right?
"Suze, you would never want to hurt me." he said. Okay, so he can also
read my mind. But he can't do that with a concussion, either, can he?
"No, I wouldn't." I said.
"You love me." he said. I guess he didn't have time to make me say what he
wanted to make me say, because the minute he said that, I punched him in the
face. It was comforting to hear the nasal cartilage crunch beneath my fist.
"What the hell!" he yelled, rushing up to stop the blood from getting all over
the couch.
"You should know by now that I don't love you." I said, kicking him hard in
the shin. Look, I know I was being to violent for him just trying to make
me say I love him, but I've been dying to hurt him like that for the longest
time.
"Then who do you love, Suze? And don't tell me you love that dead cowboy." he said, still
holding his hand to his nose.
"He's not a cowboy. And yes, I do love Jesse." I said. I needed to plan an escape.
So, I kicked his right shin again and then I kicked his left shin twice. Then I ran.
I got pretty far, too. But then I realized I couldn't drive. Damn!
Five minutes later, I was back at Paul's house.
"You're back?" he asked, leaning aganist the front doors frame.
I glared at him. "Yes. But only for you to drive me home." I said.
"Why should I take you home?" he asked, looking amused. Well, as amused as a guy with a
bloody nose could get.
I pondered this for a second. Then I got the perfect plan.
"Well, because I really do love you." I said, trying not to gag. This very might well
work, so I have to act it out as good as I can. Let's just hope he isn't reading my
mind.
"Oh really?" he asked, smiling.
I nodded. "Yeah, and I want to go home so I can dump Jesse." I said.
He smiled. "Okay, let me just get my keys." he said, turning around.
Minutes later, we were cruising down the road.
"So I'm just going to go home, get some stuff together, dump Jesse, and
I'll be waiting for you at midnight the next night." I said, telling him
my plans.
"I'm going to pick you up tonight." he said.
"No, Paul. It might take awhile for Jesse to realize I really don't like him."
I said.
"Fine." he said.
Now here's the real plan.
I'm going to go home, tell Jesse what happened, then we're both going to leave, and
go somewhere where Paul can't find us, just like before. Then I'm going to live
happily ever after with the REAL guy I love, Jesse de Silva.
Suddenly I remembered that Paul could read my mind. I looked over at him quickly
to see if his expression changed or anything, but it hadn't. Thank God.
A half hour later, I stood upstairs, telling Jesse everything that was going on.
"And now we have got to run away, Jesse, because he's going to make me marry him
and make me live in a house with him, and there isn't even seperate bedrooms, and
if I was forced to even sleep in the same room with him, let alone bed, I think I
would die. So we have to go now. He's coming to get me at midnight." I said.
"Susannah-" Jesse said, but was cut off by my babbling.
"But where would we go? I mean, we could go tell Father D., but he wouldn't approve. He
could drive us somewhere, but he would give me a whole lecture on how it was wrong,
and how I should call the police on Paul. But he doesn't understand. If Paul got out before,
he can surely get out again. He's not as stupid as I like to think he is. So what do we do?"
I asked, trying to catch my breath.
"Well, I think we should ask Father Dominic to take us somewhere where Paul wouldn't ever think
of going." he said, petting Spike.
"Well, duh, Jesse." I said. "I'll call Father Dom and see if he'll take us." I said. Now I
just have to think up a good lie to get him to take us.
I picked up my phone and dialed the mission's number. Sister Ernestine answered.
"Hi, can I talk to Father Dominic?" I asked her.
"Father Dominic is currently very busy, young lady. You should-" she said, but I interrupted.
"Oh, yes, I would say he would be, but it'll only take a second." I said, trying to sound as
calm as possible.
"Oh, fine. Wait a minute." she said, obviously slamming the phone down on the desk and calling for
Father Dominic to answer line 2.
A couple seconds later, a deep fimiliar voice came on the other line.
"Father Dom? It's Suze. Look, I need you to help Jesse and I." I said, wasting no time at all.
Hey, you would be too, if your mind was in danger of being controlled by a criminal.
"Susannah, I can't help you right now." he said. I could imagine him sitting there, fiddling
with that box of cigarettes, even as he talked to me.
"It won't take long. I just need you to drive Jesse and I to...L.A. or something." I said.
"Susannah. I just can't walk out of the school and drive you and Jesse somewhere." he said,
trying to sound reasonable and calm.
"Please? It's important. I found out about a bookstore that has information about mediating.
I was just hoping you could drive me there, so I wouldn't have to lie to Adam and Cee Cee why I
have a smelly old book." I begged innocently.
There was silence for a couple seconds. "Oh..oh, fine." he said. "But you're going to tell me
why you weren't in school today while we're driving."
I smiled. "Okay, Father D. Thanks!" I said, and hung up. I am very proud of my persuasive skills.
"So?" Jesse asked, moving Spike over and standing up.
"So, we're going to Los Angeles." I said. I wasn't sure if there was a Los Angeles back when Jesse
was around.
"Alright." he said.
About 25 minutes later, Jesse, Father D., and I were riding down the highway, making our way towards
Los Angeles. I was happy. No, I was estatic. Because everything was perfect.
Well, for now, at least.
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