Hey guys,

I hate not updating for a while and even worse, not telling you about it. So I will. I'm not in a real heavy writers block or anything, but I haven't been on my computer for ages! I managed to post this whilst doing my history assignment.

Hang on for me, will you? School is being a bastard (as we all know) and my English Teacher hates me, so she's giving us all extra homework. In the first week! Chapter eleven will be up soon. And check out the preview of Quedate Conmigo on my website! Or, I could post it here… I'll do that :D

I love you all for holding on for me! Sorry for being annoying like this… But school comes first, unfortunately. My parents want me to do good this year, if I don't… I just don't want to think of the consequences. Lol. Hopefully you guys won't kill me before they do : )

Love,

Elmers Girl

As promised, Preview:

'Stay down, both of you! I'll nail this sucker!' Gina whispered quite loudly to both Ally and I as she withdrew her gun from its holster. The house was dark but all three of us knew it had to stay as it was – or the robber would surely get away with whatever goods they have taken.

Ally held onto my arm – I could see the outline of her pale face and large blue eyes as we both watched the figure of Gina move slowly towards the hall between the exit of my apartment and the kitchen.

'There's no one here, Jesse, are you sure that you heard right?' Ally hissed in my ear, Gina turned back around to face us, put a finger to her lips and motioned for us to move. She pointed to both sides of the hallway entrance. We scuttled closer to them and then Ally and I separated.

Gina stepped in closer and I made my decision. A load or robbed goods did not seem worth the risk of my friend's life, so I motioned to Ally to turn on the lights and I took position behind of Gina.

I plucked the gun carefully out of her hands. She glared at me but stopped nevertheless. I saw a dark figure at the end of the hallway and I motioned her to go back. This was my apartment – I would deal with a robber myself. She knew this and backed off, obviously hating the idea of me defeating the robber all by myself.

As I approached it – the figure in the hallway, that is – I realized how much taller than I was to them. I bit my lip at this, nervously. What if this was just one of the Turner kids who lived the next floor up?

The person had obviously not sensed us there, or they would have moved. We were quieter than we seemed, I thought with a rare smile in a case like this. I chastised myself after, however, because that hesitation could have cost me my life and despite how brave the death seemed, I did not want to die… again.

Once I was within a meter of the person, I took in a deep breath, another step, raised the gun to their head gently and then said. 'Whoever you are, please remain calm; I am not going to hurt you. Turn around slowly and put your hands behind your head.' The person didn't move.

So I continued in a slightly harsher tone, 'Please, whoever you are, follow these orders or I will have no choice but to arrest you.' I had seen Gina do this before and I knew how the police business worked. I didn't think I had it in me, however, to shoot someone.

The person moved slowly – like a snail would. I did not push them further because I knew that they were only going so slowly because of the fact that they had a gun to their head not a foot away from them.

It was then that Ally managed to find the light switch with, I knew, Gina's help – I could hear them both fumbling and grunting when one stepped on the other's feet – and that I got the fright of my life.

The person, by the time my eyes had finished adjusting, had fully turned around. My eyes must have deceived me. No… it couldn't be… it was another one of those stupid illusions… she… was… not… real…

And yet, when she raised a hand and slowly, gently pulled down the gun, I knew that it wasn't an illusion – like the one's I had had for three years straight. Her eyes were concealed in emerald sorrow and her face was pulled into an expression of defeat.

'I love you.' The words that flew off her luscious lips hit me harder than seeing her ever would. Her eyes shone, with unshed tears and I felt my own do the same. You must not cry, de Silva, my mind told me, you have to be strong for her!

'I'm so sorry, Jesse.' She closed her eyes for an evanescent second and then bought them back up to mine. Her hand went behind her back, as if she was reaching for something. I didn't care. I didn't care about anything but her… mi amor, mi –

When I reached out to touch her, however, she did something I would least expect. A gun. That was what she had been reaching for. The police .22 that I had taken from Gina to interrogate the so-called "robber" was on the floor, forlorn and abandoned. I didn't have time to pick it up.

The barrel of the small, .60 glock came to my face before I could do anything more than utter the name I had thought of so many times.

'Susannah…'