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Chapter 4:

I wasn't too surprised or anything by what happened next, I mean it was pretty obvious that Rob wasn't going to be all happy about this, but you know, I didn't really expect the whole murderous-look that had appeared on Rob's face.

Rob started pacing the length of the barn kicking up little bits of straw that crossed his path. His started to run his hand through his hair, which was usually a turn on, but then again when it was a turn on my stomach usually wasn't in my throat. He looked confused, like he didn't know what he was going to do next, which was exactly how I was feeling, but anything was better then watching Rob pacing up and down. I got up and tried to stop him from pacing but he just walked around me. "Rob, please just let me explain, ok?" although I had no fucking idea what I was going to explain to him. I mean I had already explained to Rob what happened. Rob stopped pacing and looked down at me, that look that red Disappointment and hurt. "You know what Jess? There is nothing too explain." "I think you explained it pretty well, don't you?" I sighed and sat back down on the hay and cupped my hands into my chin thinking about how stupid I was, and how my "powers" had ruined everything once again.

Rob had calmed down a bit and had realised that I sat back down, and he took as seat but kept his distance from me. There was a long and dreaded silence, and I tired to think of something that would make it right again, but I couldn't. What could I say? I was just about to tell Rob that it might be best if I go home now when he piped up.

"Jess, I think it would be best if you didn't do the whole FBI thing with Cryus Krantz anymore. I mean you were doing fine before, you were working with him." "Can't you just go back to helping rosemary once a week?"

I sat there and recalled what he had just said. I wasn't sad anymore, I got mad. I could hear a roaring sound in my ears. Was this the Rob I fell in love with? How could he be so selfish? The same Rob, my boyfriend Rob, the person who had saved my life more times than I could count wanted me to quit the job? A job that helps saves life's, a job that puts criminals away. He wanted me to quit because one of the members had a crush on me?

My hands automatically clenched themselves into little balls I was so mad, so mad that I lost it.

"So Rob," the word 'rob' wasn't said very nicely almost with a snarl " You want me to quit my job just because some guy has a FUCKING crush on me? You know this past year people have been pushing me around telling me what I can and can't do. That I SHOULD take the reward money, that I SHOULD tell the media so I can help more children, that I SHOULD take the job at the FBI and that I SHOULDN'T be dating you, well I'm not going to take it anymore, from my parents, from the FBI and I'm certainly not going to take it from you!"

To say Rob looked surprised would be an understatement, I mean he wouldn't be more surprised if I told him I was going to shave my head bald. I stared at him for a while hoping to get any recognition from what I had just said from him, but I got nothing. Realising that my own boyfriend can't ever support me, support the fact that I am not normal and that I have this stupid 'gift' that can help people.

Well I wasn't going to wait around and get the third degree, especially from him. I grabbed my jacket and stormed out.

Rob chased after me, but I didn't want to talk to him so I ran, as I was running I was thinking about how I spent the whole of last year wishing I was older so rob would finally ask me out, trying to persuade him that age was just a number and it didn't matter, telling him I loved him, trying to get him to tell me he loved me and it was just over, so quickly just like that in a matter of seconds.
Was this what love was? One fucking Disappointment after another. Just as I was thinking this rob caught up with me apparently I'm not as fast runner as I thought I was.

He grabbed my arm and spun me around really fast. "Jess" he said between breaths "I'm…I'm sorry"

I looked up at him, the jess a few months ago, would have probably forgiven him, and probably wouldn't have been so fucking stupid. But I didn't. Forgive him that is, I jerked my arm away and kept running.

And this time…. He didn't chase after me

I got tired from running after a while, so I started walking, it was still light and I had a fair way to go. I'd be home before dinner easily. As I was walking I could feel the breeze blowing in my face, it felt refreshing, went I noticed an all to familiar car driving past.

"Fuck" I whispered under my breath "what does he want?"

"Jessica" Dr. Krantz said.
"What?" I replied I didn't mean to be rude. Well I did, mean to be rude that is. It's pretty hard not to be rude to Krantz he seems to show up at the most inconvenient of moments, to be more precise, he'd turn up when I'd have the shits.

"Jessica, how are y…" he'd obviously noticed my tear stained cheeks at this point in time. "Have…have you been crying?"

"No!" I snarled although I had, I wiped underneath my eyes, because I could feel the tears threatening to roll down my cheeks. "It's just the breeze, making my eyes water."

" Oh ok are you.. You sure you're alright?" Its funny how a 16-year-old girl with an attitude problem can make Cryus Krantz, a man made out of steel stammer just because she is crying.

"Look Krantz, is there something you wanted? Because I have to be getting home now."

" Jessica I need you to come to FBI building tomorrow."

"Why?"

'Because there is something we need to discuss and its important" Krantz said this, accompanied by his hand scratching what was left of his balding head.

" Can't you tell me what it is about? So I can see if it's worth me turning up or me watching T.V. I mean Krantz come on, it's the weekend man. GIVE ME A BREAK" Krantx looked pretty surprised I don't know if it was because I thought watching T.V was more important then FBI work, or because I referred to him as man. I mean that's got to add a few more hairs on the pillow at night for a guy like that.

Although his expression was pretty surprised, it didn't hint in his voice because all he said was
"Jessica, you'll be there by 9. See you later."

And with that he drove off, which if you ask me is pretty rude, I mean he didn't even offer me a lift home, not that I would of took it, but I'm the one paying his salary. Ok not technically but please, a lot of people would still be missing if not for me.

God I hate myself.

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