Chapter Eight: Free

Jesse P.O.V.

I glared at Paul, daring him to look away from me. What did he know of Susannah's feelings? Of course she doesn't like him, he's like a stalker to her, at least I don't think she does.

No! Wait, he's just trying to trick me. He knows Susannah doesn't love him, but does that mean she loves me? Stop Jesse, these are questions to be asked after I rescue her, whether she loves me or not.

"How do I get in there Slater? I'm asking you now." I looked him straight in the face, only a slight glare for now, I was, after all, just trying to coax him into telling me how get through that interesting barrier.

" Drop dead de Silva, oh wait you already are dead! Hahahahahaha!" he laughed at his own joke.

"Funny. Now tell me how to open the barrier before I get really angry." I can't say I didn't warn him, right?

"Nope, I can't do that. now be a good little ghost and leave. Suze doesn't want some dead guy to constantly be like her conscious. Now go away before I decide to send you to where ever the hell you are supposed to be."

I had had enough. Who gives him the right to threaten me? I don't know, so I decided to ask him…

…As I charged him and grabbed him around the throat.

"Listen here Paul, you will tell me how to open that barrier, or I'll kill you without a second thought." He didn't say anything. That could be because I had his throat in a death grip…no pun intended of course. "Tell me how to right now." I growled.

"I can't. Let me go and I'll explain. Please." His eyes sparkled, whether from tears of fright or trickery, I do not know, but I loosened my grip around him.

"Now tell me how to get through and get Susannah out of there."

"Well…I don't really know. I'm being honest here." He held up his hands in a gesture of his sincerity. "If you really want to know, you should go ask the old man downstairs, he knows way more about that kinda crap than I do." He looked hard at me before laughing. "I, however, can go in there whenever I please to." And if to prove his point, he slides to the door and steps through.

Well, almost. He would have gone through, I f I hadn't leapt at him in the very last moment and grabbed his shirt sleeve.

"What the hell are you doing? Let me go! You're ruining my new, expensive shirt!" the Devil cried.

"That is too bad, unfortunately for you. You will either tell me how to break this barrier, or take me to see your grandfather." I stopped and looked at him. He wasn't even paying attention, just staring pitifully at his shirt. "Or, I can force you to do either." I did have that handy little being dead advantage on my side.

"You? You are going to force me? Like hell you could." he chuckled slightly, though it sounded nervous.

"Oh, can't I?" I asked as I tightened my hold on his arm to prove my point.

"Okay! Okay! I'll tell you! All you have to do is…" He paused and his brow was knitted with concentration. "All you have to do is…umm…kiss the person who put it up. That's why I didn't tell you before! I don't want to kiss any guy, especially not a dead one okay?"

Gross. No wonder he didn't say before. Now I was creeped out. How was I going to free Susannah? I had to think of something and soon. I could still here her sobbing in the room.

Suze P.O.V.

God, why couldn't I stop crying? I could still here Jesse out there, but I never really thought Paul would ever do something so stupid! How could he even put up a shield anyway? I just wanna get out of here!

Jesse P.O.V.

I was still holding onto Paul. I wasn't going to let him go that easily. We had been standing in the same places for about ten minutes, neither of us moving. I was thinking hard to find a way to save her, my Susannah, when I finally clicked onto something.

If I wanted to get in, I had to kiss Slater. So I Susannah wanted to get out, couldn't she just…

"Slater, did you kiss Susannah at all, while you held her captive I mean?" I spit out, scared of his answer.

He sighed. " No, I can honestly say I didn't, unfortunately."

I was relieved, but that wasn't the time to show it. "What if instead of kissing me, you kiss someone else who wants desperately to get out of the room?" I questioned.

Slater looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "Yeah, I suppose that would work, I mean I would get to kiss Suze…" I almost throttled him. "Okay, I'll do it."

I looked at him for a moment, wondering if I should trust him, then without warning I heaved him into the room. "Don't do anymore than you have to Slater, or I will kill you."

"Yeah, yeah, I won't do anything." He raised up his hands. "Scout's honor."

I trusted his honor…mainly because I didn't know what a scout was.

Suze P.O.V.

Paul walked in. I looked up at him and he looked back at me. His eyes were so chillingly blue it was scary.

"Suze, do you want to get outta here?" he asked, his voice monotone.

I sniffled and nodded my head; I didn't have a good voice from all of the crying I had done.

The next thing I knew, Paul had leaned his head close and pushed his lips onto mine. I was so shocked at first, I didn't know what to do, I didn't respond at all and the only thing that went through my mind was Jesse.

And then I slapped Paul. "How could you? How could you do that to me? I don't like you like that Paul! And taking advantage of me when I'm depressed isn't going to help!" I was too busy yelling and screaming at Paul that I hardly heard the faint popping noise that came from behind him.

In fact, I kept ranting at Paul until he said, "Suze, do you wanna go or not, the doors open now."

I looked behind him. Well what do ya know, it was. So, I got up and ran out the door…and collided with him, the one I longed to see.

Yay! Chapter eight! you guys who review rock! im workin on nine now so plz review!
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