Suze's POV:
"What the hell are you doing here?" I said in a bored voice, looking at Paul standing on my porch.
"Nice to see you too, Suze." Paul said, grinning. "Can I come in?"
"Whatever." I said rolling my eyes and letting him come in.
"Your hostessing skills astound me, Suze, they really do." Paul said as he closed the door. I plopped down on the couch and turned on music videos.
"You never answered my question." I said tiredly. It was hard to believe I'd once been afraid of this guy. He was so...normal.
"What am I doing here?" I nodded. "Well, Suze, I'm here to make your dreams come true."
"You know, I really don't want the little pink bunnies of my dreams coming to life." I said, with a bit of humor.
"I'm taking you away from this hellhole." Paul said, being completely serious. I cut off the TV in the middle of Ashlee Simpson's "Pieces Of Me" and stared at him. "You're WHAT?" I asked dumbfounded.
"I'm taking you away from De Silva. Away from pain. Away from everything." Paul said.
"You're going to kill me?" I asked. "Because that's really the only option."
"No, Suze, it's not." Paul said. He took my hand before I shot him a warning look, and quickly dropped them. "See, I can make the last two weeks of hell go away."
"And how are you going to do that? Click your heels together?" I said. I flipped on the TV to see Avril Lavinge's "My Happy Ending" was just about to start.
"Suze, I'm going to teleport you and me back to the graveyard right before Jesse performs his spell." Paul said. "And then we're going to start over."
"Right. And I'm going to defeat the evil pink bunnies in my dreams." I said. "Whatever."
"Suze, will you please just give it a shot?"
So that's how I found myself at Paul Slater's house on a Friday night, about to go back in time.
I say 'about to' because Jesse popped in.
And he was PISSED!
"Susannah, what the hell are you doing here?" Jesse asked. "I thought I told you it would be worse for you if you didn't stay put!"
Ah yes. Our little "deal" if you will. I don't fight Jesse when he repeatedly rapes me, and he doesn't kill me. I also can't run away, or tell Father Dom, or Paul, or anyone, even though they now already know, or he'll slice off my head, or deform me in some other horrible way. Everyone wins!
That was sarcasm, people!
"Stay away from , Suze, got me, cowboy?" Paul said, trying to sound all menacing and shit. It wasn't really working, since Jesse just scoffed and grabbed me by the arm. "You're going to regret leaving the house, Susannah." Jesse hissed. There was darkness in his eyes, a deadly force that burned behind the irises...
A force that told me I'd probably die soon. And at his hand.
"Paul, just say the damn spell already!" I yelled, putting on a brave face. The one that said, "I'm so not afraid of you, HECTOR!"
Even when I was.
"Suze, I can't. Not while he's holding on to you!" Paul said, panicky.
Well we can fix that...Although, his spell better work, or life will suck for me! I kneed Jesse in the groin, and he dropped my arm, falling to the floor. I ran over to Paul's side and clutched his hand.
"Remind me not to piss you off." Paul said, seeing Jesse laying on the floor.
"Just say the spell!" Jesse was beginning to recover from his injury, and we only had a few seconds left...
Paul said a bunch of stuff I didn't understand, and a blue-ish white portal surrounded us. I screamed as I saw the events of the last two weeks fly around us, and then we came to a shuddering stop. Paul and I had fallen over when we landed, and I got up, brushing off my jeans.
"You alright?" I asked Paul.
"Uh yeah. But you aren't going to be." Paul said, pointing shakily to the ground behind me.
Where Jesse was lying. Looking EXTREMELY pissed off.
"Well, well, Susannah." Jesse said darkly, a smirk growing on his face. "Looks like you can't escape me."
"What the hell are you doing here?" I said in a bored voice, looking at Paul standing on my porch.
"Nice to see you too, Suze." Paul said, grinning. "Can I come in?"
"Whatever." I said rolling my eyes and letting him come in.
"Your hostessing skills astound me, Suze, they really do." Paul said as he closed the door. I plopped down on the couch and turned on music videos.
"You never answered my question." I said tiredly. It was hard to believe I'd once been afraid of this guy. He was so...normal.
"What am I doing here?" I nodded. "Well, Suze, I'm here to make your dreams come true."
"You know, I really don't want the little pink bunnies of my dreams coming to life." I said, with a bit of humor.
"I'm taking you away from this hellhole." Paul said, being completely serious. I cut off the TV in the middle of Ashlee Simpson's "Pieces Of Me" and stared at him. "You're WHAT?" I asked dumbfounded.
"I'm taking you away from De Silva. Away from pain. Away from everything." Paul said.
"You're going to kill me?" I asked. "Because that's really the only option."
"No, Suze, it's not." Paul said. He took my hand before I shot him a warning look, and quickly dropped them. "See, I can make the last two weeks of hell go away."
"And how are you going to do that? Click your heels together?" I said. I flipped on the TV to see Avril Lavinge's "My Happy Ending" was just about to start.
"Suze, I'm going to teleport you and me back to the graveyard right before Jesse performs his spell." Paul said. "And then we're going to start over."
"Right. And I'm going to defeat the evil pink bunnies in my dreams." I said. "Whatever."
"Suze, will you please just give it a shot?"
So that's how I found myself at Paul Slater's house on a Friday night, about to go back in time.
I say 'about to' because Jesse popped in.
And he was PISSED!
"Susannah, what the hell are you doing here?" Jesse asked. "I thought I told you it would be worse for you if you didn't stay put!"
Ah yes. Our little "deal" if you will. I don't fight Jesse when he repeatedly rapes me, and he doesn't kill me. I also can't run away, or tell Father Dom, or Paul, or anyone, even though they now already know, or he'll slice off my head, or deform me in some other horrible way. Everyone wins!
That was sarcasm, people!
"Stay away from , Suze, got me, cowboy?" Paul said, trying to sound all menacing and shit. It wasn't really working, since Jesse just scoffed and grabbed me by the arm. "You're going to regret leaving the house, Susannah." Jesse hissed. There was darkness in his eyes, a deadly force that burned behind the irises...
A force that told me I'd probably die soon. And at his hand.
"Paul, just say the damn spell already!" I yelled, putting on a brave face. The one that said, "I'm so not afraid of you, HECTOR!"
Even when I was.
"Suze, I can't. Not while he's holding on to you!" Paul said, panicky.
Well we can fix that...Although, his spell better work, or life will suck for me! I kneed Jesse in the groin, and he dropped my arm, falling to the floor. I ran over to Paul's side and clutched his hand.
"Remind me not to piss you off." Paul said, seeing Jesse laying on the floor.
"Just say the spell!" Jesse was beginning to recover from his injury, and we only had a few seconds left...
Paul said a bunch of stuff I didn't understand, and a blue-ish white portal surrounded us. I screamed as I saw the events of the last two weeks fly around us, and then we came to a shuddering stop. Paul and I had fallen over when we landed, and I got up, brushing off my jeans.
"You alright?" I asked Paul.
"Uh yeah. But you aren't going to be." Paul said, pointing shakily to the ground behind me.
Where Jesse was lying. Looking EXTREMELY pissed off.
"Well, well, Susannah." Jesse said darkly, a smirk growing on his face. "Looks like you can't escape me."