(A/N: Ok hi everyone. How are you? How have things been? Ok I am just stalling now. Sorry it has taken like over two weeks. I point the finger at laziness and family reunions oh and writer's block. They take up all my time! But it has finally passed and I am able to write., sort of. Hope you like this chapter. My friend informed me that I need to let go of some fluffiness, so I tried to tone it done a bit, but whatever… hope you like it! Enjoy)
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Chapter 5: What does it all mean?
(Suze P.O.V.)
Do you ever have that sinking feeling where you feel the whole world around you has suddenly collapsed? Well that is how I felt times that by a thousand. Ok, breathe Suze, let's think about this. Paul said he was close to my house so he can't be to far.
"Susannah, please stop! Let me explain, don't…" Yeah like I was going to let him finish. I just picked up me speed.
Why was he still following me anyway? This creep was obviously delusional and was trying to get to me. I clearly stated before that I didn't want anything to do with him. But I didn't care about him at the moment. There was something more important I had to do.
I ran as fast as I could down the sidewalk path. I didn't even think to put on any shoes, typical me. As a result, my feet were burning beneath the hot pavement and began to throb. The pain wasn't really what I was thinking about at the moment either. All that was running through my head was troubling questions of, 'Was Paul alright? What happened to him?' I had to get to him, to make sure he was alright. I knew that much.
I turned the corner and saw the front end of the BMW convertible rammed into a tree. My breath stopped and my eyes stung with newly formed tears.
…all my fault, it was all my fault.
I ran as fast as my two legs would carry me. My body was still sore, and my feet were beyond repair. I pushed back my tousled hair from my face and swung the driver's side door open. Paul's head lay flimsily on his right shoulder. His eyes shut and his arms were resting lifeless by his side. I quickly unbuckled his seat belt and carefully moved him out of the car. I knew it wasn't the smartest idea, but I had no choice. The airbag, I could see, was pinning him to the seat, not allowing any air into his lungs. I was on the ground cradling him in my arms. He wasn't breathing and I checked and there was no pulse. My tears soon began to flood down my cheeks and painful sobs came from my mouth. Why was this happening? He didn't deserve this. My tears fell and stained his perfect face.
"Susannah." A faint voice rang in my ears. I looked up and met his eyes with anger.
"You. This is all your fault."
(Paul's P.O.V)
In dreams you don't feel any pain. Where I was, I knew for sure I couldn't.
I was in the dark corridor, fog encircling all around. Of course I had been here before, but this time was different, I wasn't really there. I was watching what seemed like a distant memory.
My eyes wandered around until I saw a pale figure behind the fog. It was Suze and she wasn't alone. Her friend was dressed like some wannabe reject cowboy. He was probably some ghost Suze always insists that we must "help". That is were we differ in the ways of mediating. I like to go for the more forceful approach while she likes to take the long way and have ghosts walk all over her. This past year though, I have steered her towards my way.
Although the ghost was no importance to me, there was something about him, something I didn't like. Suze was starting to look panicked and stood there, not moving. Mr. Cowboy reject grabbed her by the shoulders and started shaking her. He then said something to her that I couldn't make out, but that voice. I had heard it before, but I couldn't put anything together. I stood there watching this all happen when from behind the fog I saw myself walk up casually. Suze looked shocked to see me, and I had a knowing grin on my face. She started asking me why I was there and how to get back. Suze knew how to shift so I couldn't understand why she didn't. I must have said something to upset farm boy, because he brought his fist to my nose. He then grabbed me by the shirt and started asking how to get out. Then I saw my brother Jack come up with a rope and grab Suze's hand. Her look as she left was full of fear. I stayed around and watched myself, thinking what was going on. This couldn't be real. Who was that guy with her and why was she so afraid of me? I then noticed someone new appear walking up towards me. Then I realized I knew her, well we had just previously met.
"Paul Slater, this was not the deal." I heard her say. I didn't hear my response because I was awoken by someone stroking my cheek. My vision was blurry, but I could barely see the green eyes staring into mine.
"Suze?" My voice was low and quavering. There was blood dripping from a cut on my lip. The bitter taste stung in my mouth. My body wasn't badly bruised. I've had worse, but it still hurt like…
"Paul, you're alright." her voice was also quiet and soft. I could see the tear stains on her face. I brought up my hand to brush them away. She grabbed my hand on her cheek and started to cry some more. "I thought you were dead. You weren't breathing and there was no pulse and…" I moved my hand to her lips to calm her down and then hugged her. When I looked behind her I saw she had brought some company with her. I knew him, from my dream or whatever it was.
"Jesse." I felt a rush of adrenaline within my body. I stood up and started towards him. His angered look matched my own.
( Suze's P.O.V.)
He was awake! I truly believed he was dead and it was all my fault. I had been on the phone with him when he crashed. I would never have forgiven myself if he would have… I don't even want to think about it. I started blabbering again and he seemed to have noticed. Paul pulled me into a hug and brushed the back of my head. I felt his body tense up beneath mine and his hug became tighter.
"Jesse." There was so much anger in his voice. How did he know him? I pulled away and looked at his face. His eyes were piercing and staring straight behind me. I turned around and there he was, Jesse.
Paul stood up rather quickly for someone who had just been in a near death crash. I too stood up and brushed the dirt off my clothes. I stared at them while they exchanged looks of hatred. I was the first to break the silence.
"I thought I told you to leave." I was angry and upset with Jesse. I was starting to blame him for everything that was going wrong in my life. Ever since he showed up in my room he has caused nothing but trouble. I was confused and was unsure of which reality was true, but I was sure he had something to do with it.
"What the, who the…" Paul stared up at Jesse with anger and confusion in his eyes. "I know you. You were the one in my…" he paused for a moment unsure of what he wanted to say. "I mean you were the voice on the phone. What were you doing at my girlfriend's house?" Paul turned his gaze toward me. "Has he hurt you?" I shook my head, but I don't think he understood. He then looked back at Jesse. "If you did anything to her…"
"No Paul. He hasn't hurt me. He just was…" ok what do I tell him?
"…lost. I am new around here and I ran into Susannah. She was kind enough to let me use her telephone." Although I was upset with him, that was a quick save.
"Suze, I really need to talk with you, alone." He was glaring at Jesse as he said the last word. He started to walk and then stumbled. I grabbed one of his arms and swung it over my shoulder. Paul maybe be strong, but he was still a little disoriented from the crash.
"Well first I am going to take you to my house and clean you up, then we can talk. How about we move meeting the family to tonight, since you are already here?" I was still so happy Paul was alive.
"Sounds great! I'll call someone to come tow my car." He leaned closer to me and whispered. "What about him?" I followed his eyes over to where Jesse stood. Oh yeah I had totally spaced. Staring into Paul's blue eyes can do that to a girl. His look was very sad and I couldn't help but feel hurt as well.
"Thanks Jesse for your help, but I can take it from here. I hope you find what you are looking for." As Paul and I were walking away I could have sworn I heard Jesse mutter,
"So do I, querida, so do I."
What was that all about and I have to find out what that word means.
(A/N: I know it was kind of short, but I had to get something out. The next on will hopefully be longer and will include: Paul/Suze dream explination, and the beginning of very eventful dinner, with some unexpected guests…oh and maybe Jesse's P.O.V. and I know it was kind of sad for him, but it gets better. You all know what to do, tell me what you think!)
Alisa
