First off I would like to thank all of you for your fantastic reviews!!! They all really meant a lot to me. I'm sorry, I really have a cliffy addiction :) lol. And I would also like to add how sorry I am for not updating sooner.
Person- I will try to remember that its since, not sense. Lol thanks for pointing that out, my grammar has never been the greatest.
Anyways.... lets just get to the story now... lol hope you like it!
I stood there in utter shock as a watched Paul and Ghost boy duel it out. There was lots of struggling and lots of bone crunching sounds that told me someone wasn't going to have a normal nose anymore. Then it hit me, why was I just standing there? I looked at the struggling pair on the ground and decided to lunge in. I grabbed a hold of ghost boys neck and attempted to give him a head lock but had to retreat because he swiped at me with his knife, and the fact that I could not give him a proper headlock because of the sling. Paul grabbed ghost boys wrist and twisted it in a way it wasn't mean to be twisted. I heard a sickening crunch as ghost boy uttered a scream. He dropped the knife and grabbed his wrist and was doing this rocking back and forth motion in a little ball on the floor. Paul didn't waste any time. He grabbed the knife and stabbed ghost boy in the chest. "That should keep him busy for awhile." Paul said short of breath. Of course ghost boy wouldn't stay that way very long, since he was already dead. He would soon come back, fully healed, and angry.
"How did you know I was here?" I asked in a very confused but in a grateful way.
"I sent him here. I didn't want him to hurt you again, Suze. But we really can't talk here, I'll explain it all later." Ghost boy was starting to moan, meaning that he had regained consciousness and would soon be looking for his revenge. I just stood there, lost for words. "Suze we have to leave before this psycho path wakes up, but before we go." he looked into my eyes like he was searching for something, and then he kissed me. It was short but it felt like it lasted forever. I totally didn't like it. Much. But this time I refused to kiss him back. I was thinking of Jesse and what would happen if I kissed Paul back like I did last time. Paul pulled away and smiled as he pushed a strand of my chestnut hair from my face. "I'll see you around." He winked and then I was suddenly back in my bed. My eyes were wide open as I was staring at the ceiling, short of breath. My head was throbbing because of the post-shifting headaches. How did I get there in the first place? I defiantly didn't send myself there. Jesse must have noticed that I was awake because he said "Did you have a nice siesta, Querida?" I didn't even know what siesta was so I just nodded. Jesse didn't know that I went to shadow land, and I planned to keep it that way. I didn't want Jesse to freak out again and with my luck he would probably go back to shadow land to kick ghost boys butt. Then I would never see Jesse again. Well I mean I could see him, but he would be stuck up there. Unless of course I exorsized myself again. I knew things would just get too complicated if I told him. Why did Paul save me? How did he know that ghost boy stabbed me? God only knows, Paul always seems to know what's going on. Then suddenly I had an idea. Why didn't I just go ask him? Hey, I didn't say all my ideas were good. But it was the only chance I had to find out the truth.
"Um, Jesse? I'm going to go to the library. I just remembered that I have a ton of homework to make up and I need to do some research for it." Wow, could I be anymore obvious? It was already like, what 8:30? Of course the library would be closed by now.
"Isn't it a little late for that Susannah?" he asked with a quizzical look in his eye, as if he had read my mind.
"No, the library's open till 9 tonight. Bye." I rushed out of there before he could ask anymore questions. Then I realized, how would I get to Paul's house? The answer, Sleepy. I found him sitting on the couch watching some lame car show. I knew he was silently wishing he actually had one of those cars, preferably a Camaro.
"Hey Jake?" I said
"Huh?" he replied in that half asleep voice he always uses.
"Could you take me to my friends house?" Hey, I didn't have to tell him who's house I was actually going to. It was the perfect excuse. Because unlike Jesse, Sleepy actually knew what time the library closed at.
"What for?" he asked in mid-yawn.
"Project." I lied. Well what was I supposed to tell him? That I was going to go talk to Paul about why this psycho ghost was still trying to kill me? I don't think so.
"Fine, but you owe me." He said while getting up to retrieve his keys.
It started to rain as a I got out of Sleepy's car. Why am I doing this? I constantly said over to myself as I made the long journey up Paul's driveway. I could just leave now and pretend this never happened. I don't have to do this I repeated to myself. Yes, actually I do have to do this. I need to know how Paul knew so much, yet I knew so little. My hand shook as I rang the doorbell. Any minute now and Paul would be here. Why did I have this horrible feeling that something bad was going to happen? Every fiber of my being prickled with this uncanny sense of fear. I heard footsteps drawing nearer, then the door was swung open, revealing Paul. His face was cast with an eerie glow of the light from inside the house, and the pitch darkness of the porch. "Ah Suze, I thought you might show up." He stepped aside making room for me to enter.
"Why did you think I would show up?" I asked as I stepped through the door. Paul gave a little laugh, like he thought I was joking.
"Because I saved your life." He said while shutting the door behind me."And you came to thank me." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him.
"Not exactly." I said trying to wriggle free of his grip. " I want to know how you knew I was in trouble. How did you know he was there?"
"So many questions for such a small girl." he said in a joking voice while running a caressing finger down my face. I'll admit, all this attention from Paul was nice, but I totally wasn't in the mood for his crap right now.
"Paul, im serious." I said with a hint of impatience in my voice.
"And im serious too. Come on Suze, I saved your life. Shouldn't you be a little more grateful? I mean, if it was Jesse who saved you, you would be sucking face with him right now too." He said, also sounding impatient.
"So that's what kind of girl you think I am?" I said in a disgusted voice. "You think im the kind of girl who wants a guy to rescue her, and then make out with him and be his girl? Well news flash Paul, I'm not. And if that's who you think I am then obviously you don't love me." I was so peeved. Who did he think he was? The look on Paul's face at that very moment, was a very scary one. It was a mix of pure anger and hurt.
"God damnit, Suze!" He shouted. "What do I have to do? I went through all of this trouble to find this guy so I could save you and be your hero and I would finally be the one you loved and not that god damn cowboy!" Paul's grip on my wrist tightened to the point where I let out a cry of pain, and im no wuss. I wrentched my wrist free of his sickening grip and back away from him. He had the look of a killer just then.
"Paul what is your problem?" I shouted. "You started all of this? You found this ghost that had a grudge against my mom and you told him that I was her?" I couldn't believe Paul did this, just so he could be a hero in my eyes. Paul's face turned expressionless just then, the look he wore when he was in shadowland. That coward, instead of taking the blame for what he had done, he retreated. His face turned from expressionless to a grim smile. Then he looked at me and said
"Well, I guess Jesse knew you weren't over at a friends house tonight." he said with the eerie smile on his face. What was he talking about?
"W-what?" I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"Oh didn't you know?" he asked in a taunting voice "Your precious Jesse is in shadowland." My body was still, I felt as if my heart had stopped beating and my blood went cold. Jesse? In shadowland? Now he was trapped there. Unless by some miracle I could get him out with the help of Father Dom. But I had a feeling that Paul would interfere.
"Oh my God..." I said over and over again to myself. I had just remembered that ghost boy was also in shadowland.