Jesse just let go of me, walked over to Paul, and punched him right on the temple. That sent Slater falling to the ground.
" Don't you dare threaten Susannah again Slater." Jesse growled. I had never seen Jesse so angry. It was scary.
"Jesus De Silva, you didn't have to go and fucking hit me!" Paul pulled himself off the floor, and then pulled out the knife. THE KNIFE KNIFE was an understatement. It was more of a sword. It was as big as…well….almost my ARM.
"I'm not afraid of your toys Slater." Jesse said. Once again, it scared me. Really, it did. I was sure glad I was on his side.
" Well, you should be afraid of this one Rico. Because one cut form this ancient dagger, and your going to a place ware not even Suze can find you. Now what doyou say to that?"
"Bullshit." Then he lunged at Paul. He was caught of guard, and he dropped the dagger. I then managed to pounce on it, well, grab it anyways. Jesse was winning. Well, I knew he would because he is stronger. But before Jesse could grab him, Paul had pulled his way off the floor.
I blinked. The one blink changed everything. The world was slow motion. I swear. I watched Paul stagger towards me. I watched Jesse try to snatch his ankle. But I couldn't move. I watched quietly, like a china doll stuck inside a glass body, as Paul grabbed the knife, and went behind me. I continued to watch, frozen, as Jesse froze in his tracks. Staring at me. And for whatever reason, I just couldn't understand why he was looking at me. This time he was scared.
"Don't' do anything you'll regret Slater." Jesse said, his leg trembling.
"I won't" He whispered. 'All you have to do, is take these handcuffs," He threw the cold metal things on the couch. " and lock yourself to the table." Jesse did what he said. And then, in a second I realized why. Paul was holding the knife to my throat. I could feel it. I could feel the steel pressing against my jugular. AS soon as Jesse handcuffed himself to the table, I felt worried. And then he said something I wasn't expecting.
"Do you really think I'd hurt her? I love her!" He must have forgot. He must have just imagined he wasn't holding a knife. Because he did what he swore he wouldn't. And I could feel the cold, that horrible cold creep up my spine. Then, I fell to the ground. He had cut me. Slit my throat. The poison was now creeping through my bloodstream. Was this what dieing was like?
"No!" Jesse screamed. I felt my neck, it was all warm and gooey.
"I…I…it slipped…. It slipped…. It slipped….." Paul kept repeating the same thing. " It slipped…It slipped…" Why didn't he stop?
"Slater!" Jesse screamed, and then he broke the table. He really BROKE it. He grabbed me, and held me like a baby in his arms. I felt really bad, because I was getting blood all over him. I must be dieing…
"Stay awake Querida…" Jesse whispered. He was rubbing his fingers through my hair. Was I crying? " Stay awake.." He was rocking me, holding me in his arms. If I wasn't crying, what was the salty taste in my mouth? " you can't leave me…not now…" I realized it was Jesse's tears.
"I…. Oh god…" Paul was staring at me. He made a move to louch my hand, but Jesse just glared at him.
"If she dies Slater, I will kill you." If I thought Jesse was scary then, he was worse. This time, he was emotionless. I moved my hand towards his fac,e I was coughing up blood. His face was so twisted, contorted in pain. I tried to say something, but the blood just gurgled.
" Querida! No, No, it should have been me! I love you… love you…" He was hysterical now. I couldn't say anything. I was cold. So numb. And then, I went all dark,. And I couldn't see anything.
I was walking through the dark .i hated it. And then, there was light. And with the light, was Jesse. He had his hand outstretched.
"How…?" I asked.
" I'm dead." He said. " Lets go in together." He wrapped his arm around me.
"How..?" I snuggled my head against his strong arms.
" Shh… Querida, lets go into heaven and have some Pizza."
"Ok." I giggled. Heaven really was perfect.
