Ok I'll be nice, and let you guys go strait to the story. I just wanted to say thank you for the reviews. (and yes, Jesse is cut isn't he)
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Chapter 5:
Jesse's P.O.V.
'Only dead fish go with the flow' that's what Susannah had told me when I had asked her what would happen if we didn't stop Diego. I've been thinking about it, and there is so many meanings to it. Was she saying that I would die? God, I hope not. As long as our plan works everything should be fine, right?
My thoughts turned to Susannah, who I know was in the corner, waiting for Diego. She told me to try to go to sleep, and leave everything up to her. You can tell that wherever she is form, she is used to being the one in control. When I saw that she wouldn't take no for an answer, I decided to go with her idea. After all she was the one that was holding the gun, she left me with the knife. As long as she knew how to use a gun, she would be safe. Luckily for me, I was pretty good with a knife, since I've had to use it on some occasions. I swear it wasn't my fault, though.
I started to think about where Susannah would go after this is done. I can tell that when I look into her eyes there is something that she is keeping from me. There is some sort of longing in her Beautiful green eyes that draws me to them, that makes me trust her even more. I feel like I've known her for ages, but I know that I have never met her. I've called her querida more times than I can count. It just slips out like I've been calling her that for ages. I hope that she doesn't leave when this is over. I think that she is the one.
All thoughts of Diego were interrupted by the creaking of my door. Diego was here. I stayed completely still, and focused on slowing down my breathing. Next thing I know, I cant breath period, due to the rope around my neck.
Suze's P.O.V:
All I have to say is thank god for this chair. My legs would have died from exhaustion if I had been standing this whole time. I was also a little more prepared for when I saw a familiar shape enter the room. I made sure to have one candle burning on Jesse's bedside table so I could see what I was doing when the time came, but I made sure to stay in the shadows. I could clearly see Diego walk over to Jesse's bed with what looked like a rope in his hand. I stood up slowly, to make sure I was not heard or seen, and walked up behind Diego. By this time Diego had the rope around Jesse's throat, and I knew that Jesse couldn't breath. That was my cue.
"let go of Jesse and get down to the ground, or else I will shoot you." I said as I put the gun to Diego's head. He loosened the grip on Jesse's neck, but only for a second. "You're just a girl" he said with a laugh. This was so not the guy that I was about to give a second chance to, so I shot him.
I didn't shoot him anywhere that would kill him. As much as I wanted to, that was not part of the plan. No, I just shot him in the lower abs were I knew were no major organs. He fell to the ground yelling in Spanish. I heard Jesse laugh at what he had said, as Jesse took the rope that was once around his neck and tied Diego to the bed post so he wouldn't run away.
Next thing I know Jesse and Diego are having a conversation. I knew they were talking about Maria since I had heard her name. Damn it, I am seriously going to talk to Father Dom so he can put me into a Spanish class at school. I let them talk about Maria and whatever else. I'll just ask Jesse about it later. Chances are he won't tell me, but hey, I can always ask. Only know as I'm looking up out the window, I know that I'm not going to get that chance.
"I looked down at the street to see the sheriff running towards the building. Right on time. "He's here, so finish up the whole Maria topic ok." I said in some what of a depressed voice. But hey, you would sound the same way if you were me and you had just realized what I had. The door to our room opened and a man, just a little older than Jesse walked in.
"Sheriff Westbrook," I greeted him "thank you for coming. This is Felix Diego, I'm afraid I did have to shoot him, but he will survive." Earlier this evening, we had gone down to the Sheriff's office to tell him about Diego. We told him the plan and said that most likely, Diego was going to get shot. Apparently, Sheriff Westbrook had been trying to find some reason to get Diego, ever since he had sold one of the Sheriff's good friend into slavery. Sheriff Westbrook was more than happy to help. He was the one that lent us the gun. I told him to come to Jesse's room after he heard a gunshot. Which, thankfully he had. Then Jesse dragged me off to some store to buy a knife. 'Hey, you get a gun to protect yourself with. I need something to protect myself.' Jesse had informed me. I looked over at him, and noticed that the handle of the knife was sticking out of his pants.
"Well, well, well, what do we got here?" Westbrook asked as he walked over to Diego, with a slight smile on his face. He turned to us then said, "I'll just take him in and be out of your way then."
"Thank you sheriff." Jesse said. As Westbrook was getting Diego untied from the bedpost and into hand cuffs (a/n they did have hand cuffs then, didn't they?) reality set in.
"But I didn't do anything wrong, they're the ones that shot me." Diego wined
"Attempted Murder is a big crime here buddy." The Sheriff said with a smirk on his face. "now stop moving around, or that bullet hole is going to get even worse." You could still hear them arguing as they exited the hotel.
Jesse came over by me "you are awfully Quiet, Querida, what is wrong."
I was holding the necklace again, feeling its comfort. "I'm afraid it's time for me to return home." I said in a hushed voice.
"What? Why? You just got here, you can't go back home." Jesse said, sounding panicked.
"I don't want to go, but I have to. We will se each other again."
"Please don't leave yet, Querida." He said. God, I think I'm going to cry. Jesse, you better be there when I get back home.
"Promise you won't forget me?" I asked with a slight smile.
"I promise." He told me. I don't know what made me do it, maybe just instinct, but I closed my eyes, and kissed him, like I had done so many times. Though this time it was different, he was actually alive. Then they were gone.
I opened my eyes to find myself standing in my room in my normal clothes. Tears were coming down my cheeks. 'Jesse' I thought, 'Jesse, I need you.' I walked over to my bed and sat down. 'Jesse!' now I was starting to get worried. He always came when I asked him to. Where was he "Jesse" I said it out loud this time. No, no it can't be. He can't be gone. "Jesse, where are you?" I said it as loud as I could without being over heard. I waited a minute⦠no answer. Now I was really crying, What had I done? Jesse was really gone.
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Ok, don't hate me, I mean we still have Paul to make this story turn out good, right? Hee hee, aren't I mean. I know what happens, and you have to wait. And dwell about Suze and Paul, which I promise will be in the story soon. Even though most people HATE Paul, he's my favorite character, so something good has to happen to him sooner or later (even if it is just for a short while.) :D REVIEW I'm not even half way threw yet, so a lot still has to happen.
