Okay- thank you to every one who reviewed. I appreciate it big time. Now I want to get this out, so you don't have to read this next part. I HAVE HAD THE WORST DAY EVER!!! I spent like three hours at the doctor's office today, because of major cramps I've had all week. My dr. says that I might have some sort of virus. First she goes and gives me the whole sex talk. I mean hello, I have not been having sex, just cramps. Then she puts me in the bathroom, and tells me to do the little pee in cup thing. The problem with that was I had just gone to the bathroom. I had like 10 cups of water, and I still couldn't go. So then they take me into a lab, and do blood work on me. I HATE needles. After that, they put me back in the bathroom. still couldn't go. Eventually they gave me a cup to take home *ewe* why didn't they just do that in the first place? I swear, doctors are crazy people. Okay, now that I have that out- on with the story.
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Chapter 11
Previously on the necklace:
"The angels almost killed you themselves." Paul said sternly. "Hey, that was a long time ago. This is completely different. And I did go get you did I not?"
"There it is" Jessica said, ignoring our bickering. Her finger was stretched out to an old run down house. We had driven past the main part of a town, and were in the more remote area of Carmel. The houses were fewer in-between and this served as the perfect place for a murder.
"Well, let's go save Sara."
Paul's POV:
"Wow! Now you wait one minute. I'm not going to let you go in there. Its way to dangerous." Suze looked at me like I was a freaking alien. I knew what her reaction would be, but I had to at least try. Not that it ever worked before.
"Don't go all possessive on me Paul. I'm the one who invited you for the ride, so you the choice whether you want to stay here or not, but I'm going in." she started walking towards the house, and that's when I realized that Suze didn't even have a plane.
"Umm, Suze? You're kind of going the wrong way." Jessica said. She was standing next to me, and was pointing the opposite direction that Suze was walking. "the entrance to the basement is that way."
Suze froze, and then turned around towards us. "Jessica, maybe you should lead us to Sara." They both started going the direction that I assumed the basement was at. I can't believe these chicks. "wait! don't we need some sort of plan? I mean we can't exactly just walk in there and take Sara out, can we?"
Jessica gave a little sigh "actually, we can. That is why I've been telling you guys to hurry. The rapist dude is at work, and won't be back for another hour or so. So we walk in, untie her, take her out, and bring her down to the police station to file the report." I couldn't help but laugh at the 'rapist dude' remark. She had found out all that stuff about him, but she didn't even know his name. At least she had a plan, even if it was a little sketchy. "All right then, let's go"
Jessica led us to a door around the back of the house. I reached for the handles, and then realized that it was locked. We would need a key to get in. "I just popped on in there, but I forgot that you guys aren't ghosts. Got anything to break a lock in your car?"
"don't bother." Suze said, reaching for her hair. She pulled out a bobby pin, and walked up to the door. I had completely forgotten that she knew how to do that. I watched as she worked her magick, and picked the lock to the basement. Before I knew it we were in the basement, with the doors closing be hind us.
"Shit! Paul, I can't see a dang thing." I glanced over at her and laughed. She had already forgotten what I had told her last night at dinner. I could see her perfectly well, and the face she was making was hilarious. "will you two quit goofing around." Jessica hissed. I shut up, and then focused on Suze. "close you eyes, and picture your self seeing through the darkness." I said calmly. It sounded stupid, but it worked. I saw her close her eyes and her body relaxed a little bit.
"wow" she said when her eyes opened up again. "That's amazing."
"come on." we started down the stairs, into the rest of the basement. The place had a really old and musty smell to it, and there was dust every where. The place was loaded with boxes too. We reached the end of the stairs, and I noticed that there was a bed in one of the areas. That must be where Jessica was raped. It's really sad to think that someone could do that to another person. Glancing around again, I noticed a figure crumpled up in the corner. Sara. Suze saw her at the same time as I, and we both raced over to her.
"she's sill unconscious." Suze said as we started to untie her. her feet were bound at the ankles, and her wrists where bound together behind her back. They were tied to a big screw eye that was drilled into the wall. As Suze worked on the hands I worked on the feet. "done"
I was about to say 'me too' when I felt a blow to my head. I literally felt my skull crack. God, please save Suze. Was the last thing that I would ever think.
Suze's POV:
I had just finished untying Sara's hands when I heard it. The sound of metal crashing against bone, crushing skulls. I looked over at Paul to see him lying on the floor with a guy in his mid forties standing over him holding a metal baseball bat. "well, well. When I saw that car outside, I wasn't expecting to find such a pretty lady down here trying to rescue this girl." He said reaching for me. I jumped up and kicked away his hand. "Feisty, aint ya? I like the feisty ones." Before I knew it, this guy had me in his grip. This guy had a tight grip too. I couldn't budge and I was completely scared of what this guy might do to me. He had already murdered, what was to prevent him from murdering me now? What was to prevent him from raping me? I did the only thing that seemed reasonable to me at the moment. I screamed.
The guy started dragging me to where the bed was. He tossed me down, and then fell on top of me. I felt him reaching for my pants, and I started screaming, again. I was doing my best to kick him off but he was just too strong. He took one hand, and placed it over my mouth, no one is going to hear you, so stop screaming. When he took his hand off of my mouth he ripped my shirt open, exposing myself in a very unwelcome way. I had stopped screaming, and was putting all my energy towards getting this guy off of my. He unbuttoned my pants and started pulling them off of me when I felt it. The necklace, it was vibrating against my skin.
I couldn't figure out why it was happening, but it put me in a trancelike state. It was because of the necklace that I didn't understand what had happened next. I didn't know how far the guy went, I only knew that Jesse was know standing over me with a bat in his hand, and the guy was on the floor next to me. I knew from the lack of movement that he was unconscious.
I was vaguely aware of Jesse kneeling down next to me, and pulling me into his arms. I knew that I was crying now, but my job wasn't finished. "you have to call the police. Paul and Sara, there hurt, they need help."
"shh, querida, it's ok, the police are on there way, they'll be here soon. Just rest now." I didn't want to, but it was the querida that made me do it. I curled up further into his lap, getting as close to him as I could. After all, this is where I felt the safest. In Jesse de Silva's arms. "I've missed you so much" opps, didn't mean for that to come out.
"I've missed you too, querida." For some reason, I felt like he understood everything, like he remembered. But how can that be? How can he remember my life with the old Jesse? I felt him kiss me on the forehead, as I started taking his advice and fell a sleep.
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A/n I know that this was a short chappie- I wanted to make it longer, but I figured this was a good place to stop. (hey I didn't get 60 reviews) at least I was being nice and posting this. Ok, so what do you think? Do you think Paul is dead? Or is he alive? (hey, I don't even know yet my self) I hope you all like that Jesse is know calling Suze, querida, and in the next chapter, I promise to clear up the reason for Jesse acting like a pain in the you know what to Suze. (it's a good reason, don't worry)
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