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Ch 14: Ex's and Oh's
Smack. Smack. Shake. Smack.
"Susannah."
I groaned. Not now, Max. I'll play later.
Smack. Shake. Smack. Shake.
"Susannah, open your eyes. Please."
Wait. Max can't talk. And he doesn't have a Spanish accent. Can dogs even have accents?
"Alright," I answered, my eyes still closed. "Hold your horses, amigo"
The person shaking me loosened their grip as I sat up and opened my eyes. I blinked. Where was I? What happened to the pain (not that I'm complaining)?
I glanced curiously at the man before me. Oh my.
"Jesse!" I squealed and threw my arms around his neck. I never wanted to let him go. Ever. "You're alright! You're alive! I was so worried that–"
"Susannah..." Jesse, who'd pulled me closer at first, suddenly pulled away. And that's when I saw what the problem was. Jesse wasn't alright. He was a ghost.
And from the transparent twinge to my skin, so was I.
Ah hell.
"Son of a bitch," I grumbled as I got to my feet.
"Susannah," Jesse chided, but I ignored him. Saben had forced me out of my body while I was unconscious, and then dumped me...um. Well, I don't know where.
Jesse noticed my confused expression and sighed. "We're in my basement."
Oh. Huh. What a clean basement. Then again, one needs somewhere to hide bodies.
Sigh. I need caffeine and chocolate. Badly.
"Well then, lets go get our bodies back," I said and headed for the stairs. Jesse was calling after me, but I didn't listen. Why wasn't he following me? As I reached the fourth step, I figured out why. As if picked up by a twister, I was hurled backwards into the wall. I landed on my ass with a thud.
Ow.
Jesse kneeled down and offered me his hand.
"Are you alright?" he asked and helped me to my feet.
"I've been better," I answered through gritted teeth.
"I tried to warn you." Laughter laced his voice, but his expression remained concerned.
"Yeah, well. I know that now," I replied a bit harsher than I intended.
"It's a cage for spirits," Jesse informed me. "I tried dematerializing out of here, but I couldn't."
I sighed. "This day just keeps getting better and better."
I shook my head. How could this get any worse? Honestly. I'm as good as dead here!
Oh, when I find Saben–me–whoever—I'm so going to kick her ass.
"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" Jesse queried, as his eyes studied my face.
I snorted. The fight we'd had the night of the accident seemed so insignificant now. Silly, really. He'd never cheat on me. Especially not with a murderous lunatic.
Even so, Jesse looked worn. His hair had grown, he was in need of a shave (even if the scruffy look was sexy), and he looked as though he hadn't slept in weeks.
Jesse noticed I was staring at him and his brow furrowed.
"Susannah, what's wrong?" he asked, sounding genuinely worried.
"Jesse, I am so, so sorry," I closed my eyes as I spoke. "For everything."
"Susannah, you have no reason to be sorry," he smiled at me sadly.
"Jesse, that night, I accused you of cheating on me. I–I said some horrible, despicable things. I'm ashamed of the way I acted, and I'm sorry. I never should have doubted you."
"Querida, now really isn't the time or place—" he sighed and looked around, but I interrupted him.
"That night was my fault. If I would have just listened, if I would have just stayed, we wouldn't be in this mess. It's my fault—all of it."
"No, Susannah, it was mine. I've always been able to protect you. That night I failed you–I let you go, and you got hurt. I'll never be able to forgive myself for that," he whispered and I let out a sob.
Jesse pulled me against his chest and wrapped his arms around me, as I cried.
"I love you," I mumbled into his chest, as he stroked my hair. Jesse pulled back and looked down at me, somewhat shocked. I guess he hadn't heard that from me in a long time. Softly cupping my face in his hands, he stared into my eyes.
"I love you too, Querida," Jesse replied then claimed my lips with his own.
-8-
Did you know that ghosts still have emotions? Well, we aren't actually ghost, I guess—just souls. But still. Spirits can be very...libidinous. I should know.
Which is why twenty minutes later, when Jesse pulled away slightly, I groaned.
"Querida," he said against my lips. "This isn't going to get us out of here."
"Who says I want to leave?" I smiled up at him coyly. Yes up.
We were kind of on the floor, tangled together in a libidinous-spirit pile. Okay, so we were getting hot and heavy in his basement, on the hard cement floor.
"I don't want to leave either, but we have to get help."
Help? Damn, if this is the after life, sign me up. I'm staying! This was...phew. What? I'm going to die someday, I might as well check out the neighborhood and enjoy the...neighbors.
"And how are we going to—"
But I didn't get to finish. There was a loud pounding coming from behind the basement door.
Jesse quickly climbed off of me and helped me up. Suddenly, the door burst open. I gasped and clutched onto Jesse.
Old habits die hard. Heh.
Paul stumbled in and clutched the wall for support. Behind him stood Father Dominic (who was carried a large, tattered book) and a ghost.
"He was right," Paul said as he looked down at Jesse and I. "They're down here."
The ghost stepped around Father Dominic and crouched on the top step.
"The trigger is on the fourth step, Slater," he informed Paul. The new proximity allowed me a clear view of the ghost.
Hector.
Sorry this chapter was shorter than the last. I have a book review to finish (blah).
Also, sorry for typos...and if it was confusing. I've been known to be that way (o.o)
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