So basically I was a dead woman. I just sat there gaping like one of those dead fish at the sea food market. It took me a couple of seconds to get my bearings, then I was just in shock. Jesse's sister? Jesse's little baby sister he loved and adored for most of his life? Oh my god. I couldn't believe it, I really couldn't. Even worse. The bitch tried to kill me. Without a reason or anything for that matter.
I mean, she didn't even look like him. Not even her eyes. And certainly not her complexion. She was like a porcelain doll. An extremely beautiful one, it had to be said. I almost felt jealous. But I don't think I envy being dead. That would fully suck. I'd rather be stuck with Jesse my whole life, than live like that. Obvious reason, but whatever.
I sat like that for a few more seconds, before Doc felt the need to break the icy silence. Even then I didn't answer him straight away. I couldn't. I mean. Jesse's sister? That is just freaky. Was she separated at birth? Because I don't see how she could ever come from the same gene pool as him. Jesse would never try to kill someone- with certain exceptions –I don't think he'd hurt a fly. Unless the fly tried to hurt me first.
Which is another thing that confused me. Why, if he seems to hate me so much; would he even care his baby sis took a swing at me? I guess some mystery's are never solved.
"Listen Suze. Are you sure you're ok? You've been acting really, um, well odd lately." He asked awkwardly. I could almost see him blushing. Poor little thing. He came in here to make me happy, and I'm acting all shocked and upset. Cause let's face it, I was very upset. Imagine finding out that the one guy you've ever come close to loving, has a sister that hates you? Not that I know what that feels like or anything.
Who am I kidding? It hurt bad. Way worse than when I'd lied to him about Paul. Cause now I had to protect him from the truth again. That's one thing I was certain of. He could never find out the truth about his devil sister. It'd kill him. I think. Well not technically as he's already dead. But you get the point. Plus he'd never speak to me again. Not that he does anyway. But that's beside the point aswell.
Which is why instead of telling Doc to phone Father D, I said:
"I'm fine. Really I am. I just need some sleep, I'm completely wrecked." And with one more worried glance in my direction, he left. Which of course meant another hour of doing nothing. And waiting for someone.