A touch of Soul (Getting Away, Pt2)

what the actual "curse word*

She rises from her slumber in the arms of John. She sits up and squaks " did it work?" ... John looks at her not knowing what to say., So the obvious thing is "did what happen?"   He puzzling ask as he has no clue and regulation of knowing what any of this she was doing. Bella catches on that he don't know what witch craft is  so she decides to play innocent and confused upon her arrival of an excuse.  " I had to try something I saw on the internet that's all" ... And what exactly was you trying to do? Her eyes so searching the room for any ideas popping in her head. I... Uh was trying to talk to the dead ...
THE DEAD! why on any heavenly Earth would you do that for, are you trying to die! I've seen plenty of shows where talking to the dead is never a good thing EVER!  Least your alive and kicking still, im happy about this!   Aggressively says John In his response..
She tries to stand up, as she is very weak upon her return to earth . John places an arm around her helping her up least help her to try and sit down, some place other than the good kitchen floor. Her hand holds stable on the counter top as they start walking, Bella's hand slides across the counter holding her balance up as she is ready to collasps again  .  She makes it to a barstool which is sitting against his bar on the counter  "take it easy their cowboy , no need to be in a rush! Your horses will still be here when you ready" he jokely comments. She lets out a half smile and a giggle.  Yeah, yeah, yeah. I hear ya  , she reaches the barstool and takes a seat and holds her head as it start to feel like it's splitting open.
So many emotions, so many feelings, so much lying that needs to me rescued, thoughts run through Bella's head..
- i wonder if he knows any Wicca"
-i wonder does he believe me"
- will he understand if I tell him"
- I'm so tired, I can collasps .
She slightly shakes her head as so much ideas runs through her mind. "Maybe if we nap before we go, you know make it dinner, instead of lunch, I know i just couldn't make it if we do go, I would end up asleep, so would u mind if we waited. I mean I gotta clean this mess up anyways, I can go ahead and make us something"
Bells questions John on ideas for different things to do in the mean time..
He says in return, in a voice of being let down : yes,sugar it's fine, I understand.
   She starts cleaning up her mess,washing dishes,putting away the stuff she used and then dries her wet hands ,as which are soaked from water from the sink.
She leans over the counter ,bending over . She places her elbows on the counter and following by her hands . Bells then places her head in between them.
She takes a full sigh as her body is exhausted ,between the trip and the visit , she shuffled her way towards the front room, goes to the couch and sits down slowly as her knees crack on the way down. John walks in and sees her sitting on the couch "I thought you was going to bed? What happened ?
She lets  out a soft scuff of a chuckle , I just got here,I'm sorry I'm not one of those that can go to sleep quite rather fast  like ah a soft couch, snores . No it don't work like that good sir,least not with me
John sits next to her you do know I have a huge bed and it's lots more comfy
-a vision swiped her mind,  him & her both laying in the bed cuddling, as Bells falls asleep laying in his arm   she blushed with a small smile she was trying to hold back,

She looks around staring into space thinking in her mind. .
You know what,yes I'm fine with ur bed, I think it would help my side of things , physically & mentally . She stands up and is wonky on her feet. She giggles as her hand touch his shoulder,
He follows her into the bedroom and pulls his shoes off ,throws them at his closet door with flicks of his feet ,*smack....smack* they knock at the sliding door. 
Bells falls asleep on the left side of the bed  ,John sits besides her brushes the hair out of her face as she pulls the blanket up over her face  . A knock hits the front door, he questions who it is in the middle of the night, so he grabs a kitchen knife from the kitchen for protection and hides it behind his back as he grabs the door knob and slowly pulls the door open and who it was a speechless moment . The knife behind his back falls to the ground and sticks to the floor ,blade down in the wood.
He stutters as he speaks ... W-w-what ? H-h-how ? M-m-mom? Is t-that you? You are dead! I just visited your grave the other day. But...how... He looks towards the bedroom as he thinks of bells and what happened earlier today ,it all makes sense of what she did .
May I come in? He like maybe later , right now let me get my shoes on, he runs  to the bedroom ,not bothing Isabella in her slumber. He throws his shoes on. Grabs his keys softly off the nightstand staring at bells so he makes sure he doesn't bother her. He rushes out the door and slowly closes  the door . Looking at Dawn standing in the door way still. Shaking his head to make sure he isn't just seeing shit. John raises his hand and does a serious face tryin not to laugh as he pokes her face trying not to giggle . Because let's face it  it's a great greeting...
Dawn slaps his hand ,  stop being weird John ,what did we have to do?