My Possessive Protector

Chapter Four: Believe or not?

"I like this town. It's so quiet and peaceful around here." Jesse said drawing his eyes from the breath-taking colours of the evening sky as I sat beside him. He was already sitting on my favourite rock where I usually spend hours painting. (And of course, daydreaming! Ha ha!) He made me feel peaceful and calm, which is quite strange because he's an outsider.

"Not anymore." I told him worriedly.

"Why?", he raised his eyebrows in wonder.

"Two murders in one week, you call that quiet and peaceful?"

"Not actually, but this town is small and remote, away from the many noisy cities. It has its own shopping complex, hospital and everything a town needs, so that people don't have to get much help from outside. I like to live in a town like this." He said in a whisper putting a dreamy expression on his face and looking back at the rolling waves.

"Um, where do you live?" I asked remembering that I still had no idea of his whereabouts.

"Hmm... Most of my life, I spent in India. It's a long story."

"India?" I asked amazed. "You are not Indian, are you? I thought you are Spanish. Your family name is Sanchez, right?"

"Yes." He exhaled deeply. "My father is Spanish from birth and my mother is American. But they were all American. My father worked at the embassy. So we had to move to India when I was quite small."

"I have an Indian ancestor, a great grandma from my father's side." I told happily. I did like having some ancestor from the other part of the world. "Sorry about disturbing. Continue please," I said a little embarrassed about interrupting his little story.

"No. It's alright. And now I'm here following my heart's will." He said gazing deeply into my eyes.

"Um, I didn't get it. Where are your parents now? Did they come with you?"

"They can't." He bent his head and began to draw circles on sand with a piece of wood. "They are dead."

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"It's ok, it's been few years. I don't feel much now. Besides they didn't knew I was with them"

"Excuse me. I really don't get some things you say. What happened to them? Was it an accident?"

"No. They were old. They died peacefully. Mom died a week later after dad's death."

"Old? That's not possible. You don't look more than twenty three. How can your parents grow old that much?" I asked perplexed. I was really confounded.

"I died at the age of twenty five."

Shivers ran through my whole body. I felt my brain get an electrical shock. I believed the story for a moment.

"You are not clever you know. I can clearly identify if you were a ghost. Don't try to make a fool of me. I hate it." I uttered angrily standing up. What the hell! To take me as a joke! It's ridiculous!

"I hate you." I said before walking away from him without even a second glance.

"Wait! Please Sue," he pleaded standing up. "Just give me a few minutes. I'll explain everything." He shouted from behind.

Huh! Great! You have a huge crush on a fat mouthed crazy liar. And you feel like it's "love at first sight"! So cool! Does he think I'm that dumb? Saying he's a ghost? Huh! I almost ran away irritably pretending I don't hear. I closed my eyes trying to clear my mind.