Ok, now this very well may be the last chapter to this part of the story. But I'm going to leave a lot of stuff unfinished, so I promise that there is going to be a sequel. It might take me a couple weeks to get it up, but it will be up ASAP, so for now, just read and review.
Previously on the necklace:
"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 went to sleep.
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Chapter 12
When I woke up, I was lying in the back of a car. I didn't know whose car it was, or why I was here. I was wrapped up in a big blanket, so I started to untangle my self. It wasn't until I noticed that my shirt was ripped down the middle that I remembered everything.
I raced out of the car to look for Jesse. Please god, let Paul by some miraculous conclusion be alive. Don't let him be dead.
I found Jesse sitting on the hood of a police car, talking to the police. I walked over to them as fast as I could while still wrapped up in this over size blanket. "Querida, what are you doing out of the car? You need to rest?" I saw the look of concern in Jesse's eyes, and I knew that something was wrong. "Jesse! Sara and Paul, did they make it out ok?"
Jesse paused for a minute, thinking about a way to put this. "The ambulance was the first to arrive. Sara woke up at the same time that the paramedics got here, so she's just a little shaken up now. It's Paul that the paramedics were worried about. They wouldn't tell me anything, but they were worried." He gave me a look, which said he felt it. I understood it. He was sharing a secret with me. The secret said that he wasn't a mediator, but a shifter. I couldn't help but get a little smile across my face, but it quickly vanished as reality struck. Paul might not make it. "I have to go see him." I said bluntly. Jesse walked over and wrapped his arms around me. "In due time querida, but first thing first. You have to talk to the detectives, tell them every thing that you know." He guided me to the hood of the car, and we both sat down. The officer that Jesse had been talking to, turned to me, and I gasped. Wow! Was this whole world filled with reincarnated people? Or am I imagining it?
"Miss, I'm Detective Westbrook" he said, pulling out a pad of paper. "I need you to tell me everything that you remember with this kidnapping." I stared up at the guy, trying to wipe away all traces of shock, but that was near impossible. This had to be some weird coincidence. I mean standing in front of me was the same guy that helped Jesse and I capture Diego. He looked the exact same, and even had the same name, well last name at least. I looked up at Jesse to see if he by any chance recognized the man standing in front of me. He looked me into my eyes, and nodded his head, yep, he recognized the guy. But once again, how? This was all way to confusing for me.
I told the detective everything that I could, without giving up any information about Jesse and me seeing ghosts. We actually said that the rapist dude, who we later found out is named James Charney, took me too, with the intent of rapping me, but Jesse saw him, and fallowed him to this house. I thought it was a pretty good cover-up, and the thing that pleased me most, was he had given the same story while I was in the car. I had no idea, I just started making stuff up as we went, staying as close to the story as possible.
I told him also that Mr. Charney had talked about murdering a girl named Jessica. They believed it, so all was done. At least with the whole rapping scenario. "Detective, if you don't mind, I would like to go check up on my friend, so if were don hereā¦" I left that last part hanging, and he caught my drift. "Yes, you must be worried. I'll call you if I need any more information. Oh, and you might want to get a new shirt." I retreated back into the comfort of Jesse, suddenly feeling very bear, even though I was completely hidden under the blanket. Jesse led me to the car, and helped me into the passenger seat.
"Do you want to go to your house to get cloths? Or, if you want we can stop at my house, and you can barrow on of my t-shirts. It's on the way to the hospital, and then you won't have to face your mom right now, but it is completely your choice." Jesse said a little hesitantly.
"We can go to your house," I saw his body relax a little so I continued. "Under one condition." His body tensed again, and I found myself enjoying the fact that I was torturing him. "You have to tell me why you acted the way you did. I know you remember, I saw it in your eyes. Now you have to tell me everything." I watched as he took a deep breath.
"I know." And that's all he said. We drove in silence, but I was enjoying it. I never thought that I would see Jesse drive a car, and it was kind of comical to picture him in the clothes that he used to wear driving a car. He reached for my hand, and held it as we drove the rest of the way to his house.
I gasped as we pulled up to what seemed like the biggest house in Carmel. It wasn't in the best shape on the outside, but it was still HUGE. Jesse saw the look on my face and laughed. "well what do you expect when we eight people living in the house." I almost forgot that Jesse had five sisters. We got out of the car, and he led me up to the house. "is there anyone here?" I asked as we walked in.
"only Emily, but she's sick, so if she listened to me, than she should be in bed sleeping." I got the feeling that Jesse was the one that usually took care of things around here. "fallow me, and I'll get you something to change into." He led me up to a long flight of stairs. "my room is in the attic. I get my own room since I'm the only male, besides my father, around here." we reached the top of the stairs and he led me to a hallway that appeared to be a dead end. He reached up to the ceiling and pulled down on a string. Immediately a ladder came down, leading to what I guess is Jesse's bedroom, the attic.
I looked down at myself, and wondered how I was going to get up that ladder with the blanket still wrapped around me. Jesse, too noticed this. "I'll go get you some clothes and you can get changed down here." he raced up the ladder, and I started looking around. To my enjoyment there were tones of pictures on the wall. There were tones of different little girls, and every once in a while I would come cross a picture of Jesse when he was little. I immediately spotted my favorite photo. It was of a little kid running in an open field- the part that made it so cute was that the child had shed off his diaper and was holding it up in the air, letting you see his little behind. There was a little caption at the bottom that said 'Jesse at 12 months' I couldn't help but smile. He looked so cute.
"If you think that's cute you should see it now." I turned around real fast to see Jesse leaning against the opposite wall with a bemused look on his face. "I'll have to be the Judge of that one." I could feel the heat rising on my cheeks, but I still remained rather calm.
"Come on, I'll show you where the bathroom is." Jesse said with a little laugh. He led me down the hall and past a couple doors, until we stopped in front of the bathroom, he walked in and put the clothes don on the counter. "There are towels in here if you feel like talking a shower." He said pointing to the cupboard. "No one's due back for a couple of hours, so take as long as you want. I need to go check on Emily, so if you need me, just holler." His finger lightly brushed my cheek, and he bent down and kissed my forehead. He walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
I turned around, and for the first time looked at myself in the mirror. My god, I looked like shit. My hair was all over the place, and my face was filthy. I had a scrape on my cheek, which I must have got when I was trying to get James Charney off of me. no, don't think of that. I decided it was best to take Jesse up on the offer of taking a shower.
After getting rid of all the filth, I stepped out of the shower. I dried my self off, and put on the clothes that Jesse had given me. The pants were a fairly good fit, and judging from the style, they belonged to one of his sisters. The shirt on the other hand was really big, and smelled like Jesse. Gee, I wonder who it belonged to.
I walked out of the bathroom, and called for Jesse. "I'm done here" he replied. I walked over to the stairs, and started going down. About half way down, Jesse came out of a room and ran up the stairs to where I was standing. He took my hand, then led me back up to his room.
The attic was huge, as most attics are. He had queen size bed at one side with a dark green comforter. There was also a desk with a computer, and a big book shelf loaded with books right next to it. It figures Jesse would have all those books. Jesse sat down on the bed, and gestured for me to do the same. I sat down next to him, and waited for him to begin.
"You want me to tell you everything, so that is what I'll do. As we already know, I'm Jesse reincarnated. Well, all of Jesse's memories were sort of given to me. I would dream about all of those memories at night. So, when I first saw you, I was a little scared, I mean the girl in my dreams was standing right in front of me. So I retaliated. I acted as mean to as I possibly could, especially after I saw you with Paul. I went and got a date as fast as I could, as you saw the other night. But that whole time, the only person I was thinking about was you."
"I guess the fact that I was sitting at the other table didn't help any." I said. "no, it didn't"
"Jesse, I'm sorry I went back and changed the past, I'm sorry about everything I did to you, I'm so sorry. I would never do any thing to hurt you."
"querida, stop! You gave me a second chance at life, and I still have you, don't I?" I had never thought about that. I had only thought about the whole fact that Jesse wasn't with me any more, but now he is. "yes, you do have me." he leaned over and kissed me. Not on the head, like he had done every time today, but on the lips.
I deepened the kiss, like I had done so many times, but this time, Jesse was alive. I was actually getting a somewhat normal life. Key word here, somewhat. We broke apart, and I stared back at Jesse. "as much as I want to stay here for ever with you, I have to make sure that Paul is alright. I know how much you hate him, but he's a friend, and surprisingly he's been there for me this past month."
Jesse nodded his head and stood back up. He then pulled me back up and into a standing position to kiss me once more. "I understand, so, lets go to the hospital." Jesse told Emily where we were going, and then we left for the hospital. When we arrived, I went strait up to the receptionist. "I'm here to see Paul Slater"
I watched as the receptionist typed away at her computer. "I'm afraid he is still in surgery, but he should be out soon. Why don't you go have a seat in the waiting-room." Jesse and I chose two seats right next to each other in the back of the waiting room. Jesse put his arm around me, and I scooted as close to him as possible. About twenty minuets later, a boy came prancing into the room, that I recognized straight away. "Jack, what are you doing here? where are you parents?" I asked as Paul's little brother gave me a quick hug. "I don't know, mom just said, come one, we have to go see Paul, then we went on our private, and flew here. Mom and dad are out side speaking with the doctors. Suze, is Paul hurt?" I looked at him, not knowing how to answer. "yes, he got hit on the head pretty badly when he was helping me with something today." I said to him. Then turned back to Jesse. "Do you mind watching him while I go and talk to this parents?"
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