By: afallenblackrose
Chapter Five: A Photo Can Capture…
It was too much damn it! Too damn much. I kept hurting all these people and myself mentally and emotionally. How could I do this?
"Suze?" Paul said from behind me his nose still bleeding.
"Susannah?" Jesse said in front of me. His fist ready to send Paul flying once again but was clenched against his side. I looked from Paul to Hess and back again. Each one staring right back.
I had to get out of there. Away from them. I moved towards the bedroom door, but Jesse was in my way. I was trapped. Bedroom door was covered by Jesse. Paul covered the window. Where the hell was I supposed to go to get away from them?
Then from the corner of my eye I saw the unblocked bathroom door. Perfect. Paul wouldn't dare go in there. I highly doubt Jesse would either so…
I changed my direction and made it to the bathroom and closed the door before Jesse could stop me.
"Susannah!" Jesse said from the other side of the door.
"Jesse, leave here alone. She's obviously trying to get away from us." Paul said. I swear that guy could read my mind.
"And why do you think she wants to get away from us, Slater?" Jesse asked.
"She's confused and hurt Silva. And it doesn't help that we're here fighting either." Paul responded.
"Well, if that's how it is Slater, then why don't you leave? I can handle it from here."
"Oh, I don't think so, Jesse. I'm staying here until that door opens and she chooses." Choose? You mean after I walk out of this room I'm suppose to choose between them?
Oh God, what have I done?
"You got yourself into a predicament my dear."
"Dad?" I asked looking at the wall where I heard his voice. That is where my father materialized.
"Hey, kiddo."
"Great timing." I remarked.
"Well, Suze, who are you going to choose?" My dad asked.
"I don't know." I whispered.
"Why are you whispering?"
"Jesse and Paul are probably listening and like in Paul's case, I don't want to inflate his ego." I smiled at my own joke. Okay so how was I supposed to do this? Paul and Jesse were really great guys. Should I compare the two? I could try that. Let's see ….
Paul is…
a. same age as me
b. hot
c. a mediator or shifter
d. evil
e. tried to kill me
f. alive
g. Has made sexual passes at me. Even though I'm pretty sure all it I feel for him is lust.
Jesse is…
a. older than me by at least a century and a half.
b. Hot
c. Helps me with ghosts.
d. Isn't evil
e. Didn't try to kill me and has in fact saved my life a few times
f. Dead.
g. Hasn't tried to make any sexual passes at me even though I desperately want him too!
So there you have it. Obviously I have to pick Jesse. Yet the whole dead thing… oh well, I'll deal right? I've loved him this long.
"Well, my dear have you chosen?"
I nodded.
"Good for you! Now, go out there and tell them who you chose. I reckon they'll be at each other's throats soon if you don't tell them."
Oops, there's another thing I forgot to consider. What will Paul do when he finds out I chose Jesse?
I-can't-breathe.
"Honey, are you okay?"
"Actually no I'm not." I whispered.
"Ah, you're worried about what will happen when you choose and if you'll regret choosing this person."
"Exactly." I responded.
"Well, you can't find out just sitting there!" My dad exclaimed.
He was right. Besides if people started to doubt things America wouldn't exist right?
I got up from my seat, but all of a sudden I wasn't standing. I was falling and I hit my head hard on the bathtub knocking me out. Cold.
XXXXXXXXXXWhen I came too, I woke up in a bed that wasn't my own.
"Morning." A voice whispered near my ear. A masculine voice that was very familiar. I turned around to lie flat on my back. Next to me was a very grown up Paul.
Holy s…
"Morning." I whispered back.
"How are you feeling? Better?" Paul asked. Huh?
"I feel fine." I said.
"That's good. You scared me last night. Fainting in the bathroom." Fainting in the bathroom? Of course! I'm knocked out cold still, but it's all a dream. So this is what would happen if I chose Paul. Okay, maybe I can start to breathe.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't feeling well last night."
"I've noticed that you haven't been feeling well a lot lately. Are you sure you're okay?" He asked.
"Perfect. You know it's just stress. Or I could be getting the flu." I responded.
"The flu? Yeah, it seems that a lot of people are getting the flu lately. If that's the case, you are staying in bed today." He said and started to nuzzle my neck.
Oh, great. So he hasn't really changed. Okay, time to wake up. WAKE UP!
Author's Notes: There you go chapter five of Photo. I apologize for it being so short but I wasn't really inspired! Go review and I'll update soon!