|Love Is Blind
Author: peachesbaby PM
Paul is having a bit of a problem and it comes in the form of a girl! There is just something that he can't place. There is a mystery about her too. And for once, Paul finds himself willingly getting involved with a ghost. New Character alert!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Supernatural - Paul S. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 24,201 - Reviews: 17 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 11-04-12 - Published: 02-06-12 - id: 7813371
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So for all who have been wondering where i have been, i don't really have any answer other then i had a long period of writers block and no motivation whatsoever. So here is chapter 9 in Love is Blind
Chapter 9: Nerves Paul's POV
Thomas Hill. Great. No obvious links. Even better. We were dismissed for first period and I waited for Becca to put her things back in her bag before walking up to her. She stiffened a little as I approached but relaxed after a moment. Auggie actually wagged his tail. Maybe the world was coming to an end. There was no other explanation for that kind of behavior coming from Auggie.
I took it in stride and decided not to comment on it. Instead, once Becca stood, I took her bag from her.
"Paul, I can carry my own bag—"
"No, I got this. You just walk." She glared in my direction as we walked down the hall, right passed Kelly who blanched at the two of us walking together and at the sight of me carrying Becca's bag. I looked down and kept walking. Not wanting to start anything today. I just wanted to make it through the day with little to no incidences. English went by quickly and afterward as did the others, flew by as if I wasn't even there. Truthfully, I really wasn't. I was absorbed in the whole Thomas Hill deal. I kept an eye on him, watched him from the corner of my eye. He didn't do much. Just followed her around all day with a smirk on his face. I didn't like it at all. It just motivated me even more to ask the questions she didn't like. Hell, if she knew what was going on, then she damned well better let someone in on it before something goes terribly wrong.
I met with Suze during lunch, hoping nothing was going to happen in the twenty minutes that we weren't supervising Mr. Hill.
"So I was thinking, in the interim," of course she was. I rolled my eyes as I stepped closer to her. "We could do this the easy way. Exorcise him. We don't know everything and we what we do know is that he is bad news."
"Suze, while I appreciate your enthusiasm, I do not think that this case merits drastic measures." Now it was her turn to roll her eyes.
"I realize that you want answers Paul, but she won't answer any of the questions we pose to her." She flipped her hair over her shoulder.
"I can get the answers Suze. I think she trusts me. We are going to the Clutch tonight. I can ask her... I can ask her some more personal questions. I believe that she will answer them. She's gotten comfortable with me. Hell, even the dog likes me." She snorted at that. Then she looked at me a small smile on her face.
"What, Suze? Why do you keep looking at me like that?" She shook her head.
"No reason. If you don't get any answers tonight, we are going to do this my way, got it?" She turned to leave.
"Oh, and Suze? How does Jesse feel about your, uh, course of action?" I smirked at the blush that crept along her cheeks. "Oh, so he doesn't know. And father D.? let me guess, he is just as in the dark. Let us start with Padre. She what he wants to do if I fail tonight." This time I walked away, hearing her swearing under her breath. I got back to lunch just in time sit down on the opposite side of the picnic table before we were dismissed.
She stood and started to speak to me.
"So, Shane is picking me up today after school, so I have a ride. I guess you could pick me up at around five to go to that coffee shop you were talking about. Or I could have Shane drop me off. It's his day off today so he will be around more than normal." I shuddered at the thought of having her cousin's husband keeping an eye on me. Not only that, but he might get in the way.
"No, I can pick you up, not a problem." She smiled as though she heard my thoughts about her cousin in law.
"See you then. Now, let's get to class before we are officially late. I intend to be on time for class." She smiled again. It seemed as if last night never happened and the awkwardness of this morning was just a misunderstanding. I stepped closer to her as we walked down the hall together again, my hand brushing hers for a brief moment before I pulled away.
I pulled into her driveway at exactly five o'clock. I got out and walked up to the door and as she had predicted, Shane was present. He in fact answered the door, a slight scowl on his face. I nodded and said hello as Becca walked into the entrance hall. Auggie at her heals, of course.
"It's okay, Shane. I got this one." She touched his back gently and pushed him toward the kitchen. He grumped and then went away, grumbling under his breath. Turning back to say, "no later than 10" and then continued walking. I looked back at Becca, she was wearing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and flats. She had on a black blouse that had lace on the shoulders, showing her pale skin beneath. Her hair hung down around her face with a braid stringing along her hairline. No makeup, but man she looked beautiful. This was going to be some coffee "not a real date" date that was for sure.
"Well, at least he went away somewhat satisfied," she turned her face in my direction and I immediately felt guilty that I was staring at the blind girl again. Thank God she couldn't read minds.
"Yeah, I thought he liked me, but it seems that things have changed." I gave her a wry smile, not that she could see it, but she heard it in my voice.
"Lee just told him I was going on a date last night. He was a little upset that I didn't tell him about it, even though this isn't a date." She sighed. "Well, anyway, let's get going before he decides to come back." She hitched her bag up on her shoulder and gave Auggie's harness a slight tug up and saying 'forward'. He walked past me and watched me the whole time. Good God, don't tell me he is upset with our not date, too? That was all I needed. I cleared my throat and closed the door behind us and led Becca and Auggie to the car and opened her door. She paused for a moment before going in. Too late I realized that that was a date move, but I had done it a few times, she was blind, I was helping out. I shook my head and walked around the car and got in, glancing at her one last time before I started the ignition, Florence + the Machine's "Never Let Me Go" filling the air between us. I turned it down, glancing over at Becca as I pulled out of her driveway, noticing that her gaze was fixed on me.
She laughed softly.
"I love this song, but it is so sad." She fingered the hem of her blouse and I returned my gaze to the road. Clearing my throat[HL1] .
"Yeah I like this song, too." I heard her small chuckle again.
"Yeah? Something amusing?" I kept my eyes on the road, focused.
"I guess I never would have pegged you as a Florence + the Machine type is all." She shivered, goose bumps rising along the exposed skin of her arms and Auggie started to growl real low, right in my ear.
That was when I felt the car groan beneath my hands, ever so slightly, the wheel getting harder to turn. My hands automatically tightened on the wheel forcing my car to stay straight and failing. Internally, I cursed as my car drove itself toward Hwy One, externally, I pretended that nothing was happening.
"And what type did you peg me for?" I asked, forcing my voice to fill with arrogance and falling a bit short. I tried the brakes but nothing happened, I could not even depress them.
"I'm not sure, but something more... masculine," I saw her shiver again out of the corner of my eye and cursed again, this time under my breath, as we rounded the corner and headed up Hwy One, up along the coast. The ocean began to drop off to our right, the car groaning under the strain I was putting under it. That was when Becca noticed. "Paul, what is going on? Is the car alright?" Her voice came out sounding strong and sure.
"Um... yeah everything is fine," I took one hand off of the wheel and reached for her left hand, squeezing it tightly, too tightly. She froze, but I didn't, I yanked her over the seat divider at the same time that I flung my door open, the car picking up speed as it flew down the Hwy toward the guard rail. Auggie was growling in earnest now, whining in frustration, pacing and then jumping up front once Becca was in my lap. I fell out of the car, shouting as my back slammed onto the asphalt and vaguely hearing Auggie yelp as he jumped out of the car. I rolled, holding Becca protectively, stopping with her still wrapped in my arms hearing my car as it crashed into the rail and not stopping as it flew off the cliff. The deadly crunch as it hit the sand below jarred Becca into action. She pushed at me and struggled to free herself. I let her go, sitting up carefully, taking inventory of any injuries, nothing major, cuts and bruises mostly, probably road rash on my back.
I looked Becca over from her hunched position next to me; she looked unharmed, though a little disheveled. She was shaking uncontrollably, her face was white. I reached for her, ignoring the pain in my back as I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight. Auggie limped over shaking himself out, but his hackles remained raised. A soft chuckling rolled around us on the breeze and I felt Becca stiffen in my arms. She heard it. I was never more certain, and I was even more sure when Hill reached out and touched her hair, leaning in close to smell it, then breathe down her neck. I threw caution to the wind and looked him in the eye and called my thugs. The look of shock crossing his features briefly before it was replaced by a savage smile on his face as he was dragged away. I shivered; there was something wrong, something deeply disturbing about that look on his face. It unsettled me somehow. I got to my feet, once again ignoring the pain and helped Becca up and walked over to the edge of the cliff, looking down on what was once my car. Now it was nothing more than a hunk of junk metal, crushed and flattened from the two impacts.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Jesse, once again figuring that Suze would be with him. I was wrong this time. Jesse answered with a slight grunt.
"What do you want Paul-" I interrupted him.
"I need you to come pick me up." He paused, thinking for just a moment.
"Where are you? What happened? Is Susannah alright?" Of course he would be worried about Suze.
"I'm on Hwy One, near the Point. I... I had an accident. Becca is with me." I heard him grab his keys and the slam of a door.
"I'm on my way, Paul. I'll be there in a few minutes." He hung up and I turned to Becca, she was shaking uncontrollably, and all I could do was wrap my arms around her even as she flinched away from me, I pulled her back and after a moment, she wrapped her arms around my waist. Auggie sat at our feet tense and alert, his hackles raised. We waited.
I felt the tension in the car before anything happened. I heard Auggie's warning that something was amiss. And then I felt the car shudder.
"Paul, what is going on? Is the car alright?" I spoke as calmly as I could, trying not to let my fear get the best of me. But I heard it in his voice, the slight and not completely hidden stress that was there. And then he grabbed my hand. That was when everything turned upside down. He tugged me across the seat divider and into his lap and then we were out of the car, rolling painfully across the road, cushioned by Paul.
I heard him grunt as we slammed into the ground and then I heard a yelp. The next was the worst. The sound of crunching metal and plastic filling my ears and then nothing, until the car hit the ground below. I shuddered and pushed Paul away. I sat up and away from him, shaking, I felt his arms wrap around me a moment later, pulling me into him. I heard Auggie shake out his coat and walk over to us. I held him tighter as I heard a chuckle behind me. Breath on my neck and a tug on my hair. Then it was over. Paul pulled me to my feet and walked away, as if that jarred me out of my nightmare, but for some reason, it felt like I was still living it.
I heard Paul talking to someone then. On his phone. He hung up and walked back over to me, pulling me towards him, I recoiled but he pulled me back and I gave in, glad that I felt safe in his arms for whatever reason. And we waited for his friend.
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yours truly, Peaches~baby