Stronger Than Ever
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Chapter Ten: Stronger Than Ever

Jesse's POV

Five minutes later, the police came in.

"You guys are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law," they said.

"What?" said Phil. "I wasn't gonna shoot him, this is a water gun."

Sammy slapped him on the head. "You idiot, you were supposed to get a real gun."

"Sorry," said Phil.


Ten minutes after that, I was reunited with Becky.

"Sweetheart, what happened?" she asked with definate worry in her eyes.

"It's okay, Becky," I said. "They were idiots. They weren't even using a real gun. It looked like a real gun, but it was a water gun."

Becky stared at me with a really weird look.

"A water gun?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," I said. "I was just as shocked as you are."

Man, they were stupid.Because just as the police were hauling them away, Sammy asked if he could get the water gun becuase he might need to use it against the bad guys in jail. Just as I was starting to think that he was the smart one.


The next day was pretty normal. I did notice something wasn't quite right with Becky, but I just couldn't lay my finger on it. I took Lucy and her friend from preschool to the park. I think the ankle-biter's name was Kristen. Anyway, while they were playing, I read book called "When Your Hair Speaks To You," which is just a pretty funny book about guys like myself who are basically obsessive-compulsive about their hair.

Not too long after, we all went home. Becky was scrubbing the counters so hard, it looked like she was about to rub a hole through it. Of course, Danny who was sitting at the table, he didn't stop her. He thought it was great that she wanted to clean so hard. I knew something was up, though.

"Becky," I said. "What's goin' on? You're gonna rub a hole through the counter."

"What?" she said. "I can clean when and however I want."

"I know, but, is there something wrong?"

Becky shook her head.

"Nothing's wrong," she said, bitterly, still scrubbing.

"Sweetheart," I said, "are you sure?"

Becky slammed the sponge on the counter. She looked up at me with the most angry eyes I had ever seen on her. "Nothing is wrong!" she said very sternly, and then she stormed up the stairs.

"Whoa," I said, to no one in particular, because I had forgotten Danny was in the room. So it scared me when he spoke.

"What was that?"

"Danny, you scared me. I forgot you were here. I'm gonna go talk to Becky."


When I got upstairs to the attic, Becky had shut herself in the bathroom. I lightly rapped on the door.

"Beck?" I asked. "Are you all right?"

"No," was all I got in response.

"Come out and talk to me," I said.

"No," was the response again.

Huh? Becky always talks to me. So I let her know of that. "Beck, honey, you always talk to me!"

This got Becky to open the door. She had tears in her eyes and she buried her face in my shirt.

"Oh, Jess," she said, her voice muffled by my shirt. "I feel so stupid."

"Becky," I said. "You are the smartest person I know."

She went and walked over to the bed and sat down. "Yesterday-"

I cut her off and sat down next to her. "Oh. So this is about yesterday."

Becky nodded. "I was scared I was gonna lose you the same way I almost died."

I pulled her in close to me, and she put her head on my shoulder.

"Becky," I said with a laugh, "those goons couldn't kill someone if their life depended on it. Which it might have."

"Yeah, but I didn't know that when I saw it on the news. I really thought they were going to shoot you."

"I did too," I said, still sort of laughing Becky off, "when one of them put the water gun to my head."

"Jesse, I'm serious!" she yelled at me, getting off the bed. She strode back over to the bathroom.

"Oh, no you don't," I said. I ran over to her, and I picked her up. I carried her back over to the bed and set her down.

"I'm sorry honey," I said. "I was being insensitive."

"No, I'm sorry," she said. "I was being stupid."

"No you weren't. I wish you would stop saying that."

I hugged her, tight.

"I was just so afraid and I hated the thought of losing you and Nicky and Alex," she said.

"Sweetheart, it's all right. It's over. I'm here now," was all I could think of to make her feel better.

We sat there for a few minutes in silence. I just held Becky, and the only sound was the sound of her occasional sniffle.

After a long time, I broke the silence.

"Are you okay, honey?"

"Yeah," said Becky, smiling through tears.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," said Becky.

And from then on, our love seemed to be stronger than ever.

The End

A/N: I hope you liked it! Now, bring on the reviews!