A.N - I'm sorry if there's grammer problems and stuff in this chapter. Something really, really traumatising just happened to me. I like this chapter though. And I hope you do too.

Mr Slaski (As I think you'd be able to guess when you read the chapter but meh) is Paul by the way.

Chapter 19

She was so fed up of only being able to see darkness. And her voice was hoarse from not having relented her muffled screams. Suze was desperately hoping for someone to come and rescue her.

Nevertheless, the second that she heard footsteps, she instantly froze, not wanting to alert Paul to how she'd been spending her time.

Suze had never felt so much relief as she did when she heard an unfamiliar male voice.

"Hello?" the unknown man called. "Is anyone in here? I heard voices."

Suze mumbled something out through her makeshift gag, alerting the man to her presence and where she was.

She heard a gasp and then the hurried sound of footsteps as they pounded on the floor to reach her.

"Miss?" The voice said. "Miss Isabella? Who did this to you? Are you alright?"

He ripped the blindfold off of her so quickly that she had to wince at the sudden burst of sunlight that almost blinded her. Everything this boy had said before was forgotten as Suze focused on regaining her eyesight.

"I'm fine," She replied hoarsely once he untied the cloth that had, until then, remained tightly wrapped around her mouth.

With the sunlight level being one she could cope with, Suze finally got a good look at her rescuer.

He couldn't have been more than fourteen, this boy, yet he was obviously older for his age. He looked like a farm hand, considering the smear of mud he had across his cheek. In a strange way, this boy kind of reminded Suze of David, her youngest step-brother back home. Only, David was younger.

"I'm fine," she repeated again, more to clarify the fact to herself as opposed to the other person in the room.

"Um, where are we?" She asked as she realised she didn't recognise her surroundings. They obviously hadn't survived the 200 years or so until her time.

The boy looked a bit shocked, like he didn't believe her.

"Are you sure you didn't hit your head, Miss Isabella?"

Isabella? That was the second time he had called her that.

"My name is -"

She cut herself off as she remembered Jesse telling her about a girl from this time period who was called Isabella. Supposedly, they looked alike but Suze had never seen a picture to make sure. This boy was probably only helping her because he thought she was this Isabella person.

"Yeah," She said instead. "That's my name. Isabella."

The boy looked at her almost as if he was scared.

"Actually," Suze said. "I'm not sure if I hit my head or not. Could you, um, take me somewhere which might help me … remember a few things?"

The farm boy blinked, obviously thinking, before nodding frantically.

"Yeah!" He replies excitedly. "I know just the place! Let's go to the church!"

Suze smiled at the boys enthusiasm and followed out of the depressing room she'd been stuck in - which she now knew was an abandoned farm house.

You could so trust Paul to keep her there of all places.

'Ha!' She thought. 'Take that Paul.'

By tying her up and leaving her there for so long, Paul had ruined her Winter Formal dress. And he was so going to pay for that. The dress was expensive!

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"Well, well, well," Paul drawled once he saw Jesse walking up the path to the Mission. "You took your time showing up, Romeo."

"Where's Susannah?" Jesse growled out his question, fearful for Susannah's protection now that he knew that she wasn't with Paul. He may have kidnapped her, but he would've kept her safe.

"She's in a safe place," Paul shrugged.

Jesse rushed Paul and pushed him up against the nearest pillar pinning him up against it with his hands on Paul's shoulders.

"Where. Is. She?"

Each word was punctuated with a shake of Paul's shoulders.

Paul, however, just laughed.

"Do you really think that that will help you find her?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Paul. Tell me where she is. Now." Jesse's eyes glinted with murderous anger.

"Make me." Came Paul's short reply.

And Jesse lost it. He cocked back his fist and smashed it into Paul's nose, smiling when he heard a satisfying crack.

Paul brought his hand up to his broken nose to stem the steady flow of blood.

"You really think that I'm going to tell you now?" Paul asked incredulously.

"Oh, you will."

Jesse's voice was cold. A voice which no one could refuse.

Except if you were called Paul Slater.

"I'm thinking," he said. "Not."

Jesse's brown eyes darkened and narrowed as he grabbed Paul's shirt, flinging the boy in front of him.

"Paul," Jesse spoke threateningly. "If you don't show me where Susannah is, right now, I will personally see to it that when we get back to present day Carmel, you're life will be made a living hell. Get me?"

Nodding shakily, Paul finally realised that Jesse was deadly serious about his relationship with Suze. Emphasis on the word deadly.

"Yeah, alright. You win."

Despite his recent epiphany, Paul wasn't going to make it easy for Jesse. Sure, he wasn't going to go after Suze anymore, but antagonising the pair was just way to fun to give up doing.

"Geez, Hector." Paul had shouted after the boy had shook him again apparently thinking Paul was moving too slowly for his liking. "Lay up a bit. You just broke my nose, remember?"

"Just show me where she is, Slater."

Paul gritted his teeth to keep from saying anything else and took off in the direction he'd left Suze trusting the fact that Jesse would be following closely behind him.

As they were walking out of the Mission gates, they saw a girl dressed in a white dress with a dirty teenager walking slightly ahead of her.

"Susannah." Jesse whispered and made to go after her.

"Woah there, de Silva." Paul caught him before he could take off. "That's not Susannah. Remember Isabella?"

Jesse struggled to get out of aul's grip.

"Of course it's Susannah!" He protested. "That's the dress she wore to the dance."

Paul slowly let go of Jesse as he realised the love-struck boy was right. And Jesse wasted no time in running towards her as fast as he could.

"Susannah!" He called. "Susannah!"

She turned as she heard her name being called, a look of relief settling upon her face when she saw who it was calling her by her real name. A smirk perched on her lips when she saw the state of her kidnapper shortly behind her boyfriend.

"Jesse!" She called back happy to see him again. She hiked up her skirt and ran towards him.

His arms wrapped around her in relief.

"Susannah." He mumbled whilst kissing her hair. "I'm so glad you're alright querida."

She looked up at him and he brought his lips down to hers in a kiss.

Their own little word was shattered when she heard her rescuer call out her 'name' confusedly.

"Isabella?" He said. "What are you doing kissing that man?"

The two broke apart and looked at him.

"You're engaged." A funny look crossed his face. "To the man standing behind you. Mr Slaski."