AN: Please don't be mad at me, I've been extremely busy, and well not really in a writing mood. But I got some reviews for my new poem I posted last night, and it just instantly put me in a good mood!
Warning: Definitely not my best, but it's necessary (unfortunately).
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Chapter 9
I go through a week, watching Susannah from afar. On some level, I know I should be mad at her, but she is mi querida. And I'm positive that she must be under some kind of influence. I have repeated, "She would never leave me willingly," to myself so many times that I have lost count.
Drifting through my classes, I feel like I'm a ghost again. I don't matter to anyone. The only people that I talk to are Kirk, Kate, and David. On Wednesday I had cracked, and gone over to Susannah's house when I knew she should be home. But David answered the door and told me that Susannah didn't want to see me, and that I was to go away. I had backed down the steps in shock and then turned to go to my car; again willing myself not to cry.
"Jesse!" David had called out to me in a hushed tone. I turned around and saw the pity in his eyes. The anger boiled up again and I tried to repress it.
"Yes?" I had asked as David ran towards me.
"Call me later, and we can talk about what's going on." Then with not another word, David ran back to the house and I heard someone shout at him from behind the door.
Now it is Saturday, and I still have yet to call David. I don't know what he could possibly do to help me. However, I have faith in the boy. I just need to pick up the phone and dial his number.
I pace around my living room, trying not to think about all the seemingly recent memories, with the phone in my hand. My thumb is poised over the 'talk' button ready to dial David's number. I feel like I am split in two. One side says to trust him and put faith in him, after all he could be my inside link. But my other side is not so trusting. What if he is a fraud?
After twenty minutes of going back in forth in my head, I sit down and sigh loudly. Then, before I can stop myself, I dial David's cell phone number and wait for the ringing to stop.
"Hello?" greets David.
"David?"
"Jesse!" He says in a hushed whisper as if he is forbidden to talk to me. "I've been waiting for your call."
"I know—"
David interrupts me by shouting to someone on the other side of the phone. "I'm going to take this up in my room!"
I wait a moment, and can hear David run up his steps and then shut the door to what I presume is his room. "Sorry about that," he says when he comes back on the line. "I want to be sure no one would over hear me."
"Okay," I say to him and then shake my head. I know I shouldn't have called. He doesn't know anymore than I do about Susannah's current situation. How could he? He shouldn't even know anything about it. David is only a young boy and knows nothing of the hardships of love. I shouldn't have called. "Dav—" I begin, but he interrupts me.
"I have some interesting news."
I perk up at this and settle on the edge of my couch.
David continues. "I have been watching Susannah carefully, and I've seen that she's picked up a couple of odd idiosyncrasies." I wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn't.
"Like?"
"Oh, yeah, like bad breath."
"She could just not be eating, David! She might have low blood sugar!" I say hotly, suddenly not liking him for accusing Susannah of being anything but perfect.
"Well, that's what I thought at first, but then I watched it more acutely, and it doesn't seem to go away. But I know she knows she had it, because she is going through a pack of gum a day."
I am silent. She popped a piece of gum into her mouth when I was talking to her when I got back from D.C. Maybe David has something.
"What else?" I ask him.
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It turns out David has observed that she gets angry really fast, kind of like a 'roid' rage. But he knows for a fact that the only one in the household popping steroids is Bradley. Apparently she was the one who yelled at David in the house after I had come over. We talk for a while, and David promises to do some more research and observe her every chance he gets. In the mean time, he wants me to get in touch with CeeCee and see if I can get her to come back to Carmel and help me out.
"She always thought you two were the perfect couple," David assures me while I am silent, but not in doubt.
After I hang up with David, I pace around some more. When I finally look at the clock, I realize that it is well past midnight. Sighing, I head to my bedroom, while pulling off my clothes.
Finally collapsing onto my bed, I feel my eyelids closing heavily. However, sleep is elusive. I pace back and forth in my mind. What if this isn't just a phase, I ask myself. What if Susannah really doesn't want my love any more? What if things are really over between Susannah and I? And I just have to appreciate that. I have to make sure that I give her that wish. But the question is; would I be able to let her go?
I sigh loudly and roll my eyes. I need sleep—undisturbed sleep without thinking about anything or anyone. Rolling over on my side I try to shut my mind off, but needless to say, it doesn't work. I try to continue to shut off my mind for maybe an hour or so, until I finally just give up and think. Letting my thoughts and worries carry me, I finally drift off to sleep.
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I can feel someone on top of me—rocking on my pelvis, and for a second I panic. I open my eyes ready to throw the person off of me; however, when I see the person on top of me, I almost pass out.
Susannah is naked and rocking on top of me. It takes me a second to register the fact, and then when I do, I gasp. Querida is making love to me! I just about sit up, when I feel Susannah's palms on my chest, her fingers are digging into my skin. She rocks faster, and I loose myself in her moans. The passion is making the fire within me up to an inferno and I just about yelp in pain. It's so tense, and I just want for it to break. I need to be free of this ever-mounting passion that Susannah is making whelm inside me.
Finally I feel the release, and Susannah's muscles shudder around me. "Oh Pa—"
I awake and sit up suddenly; an instant headache fills my brain. However, my thoughts are elsewhere. What the hell had that been? I get up and begin to pace. It had been so real; I had felt Susannah's palms on my chest, her breaths tickling my face. She had been on top of me; I could have sworn it. But I am alone now.
I shake my head and then drag my hands through my hair. "Meirde." Thinking about my "dream" just makes me even more confused and I sit down, trying to work things out in my head. I shiver at the memory of seeing Susannah's bare body. I force my hands together and grasp them tightly, as if not to let myself be swept into another "dream".
Someone's hand brushes against my shoulder, and I jump up off of my bed and over to the other side of the room. When I look back, I see a very amused Kate. I can tell she's trying not to laugh, by holding her hand over her mouth. I grimace and then walk back over to her.
"Oh Jesse! You look like you've seen a ghost!" Kate says, and I look at her strangely. Then she smacks her hand on her forehead. "I'm dumb," I hear her whisper to herself and then force a smile onto her lips. "What's wrong?" She asks me immediately. She can tell by my aura.
I shake my head, indicating that I don't want to talk about it, but she pushes me.
"Come on, Jesse," Kate says while standing up and sliding her arm through mine. "You can tell me. You look really freaked out."
When I don't give into her, she prods me in the side with her finger. "Come on, we're going out for a walk."
"W-what?"
"Don't question me. I know you had a weird dream. And if you aren't going to tell me about it, then I guess I'll just help you out any other way I can. Plus, I know for a fact that walking always relaxes me, so maybe it'll help you, because from what I can tell, you are pretty jumpy." Kate walks me out my door without any thoughts of my current wardrobe.
Once we are outside, I relish in the cool night air. Strangely enough, it's not your typical Carmel night, it's warmer than usual, but enjoyable. Kate walks me around, and I follow without any complaints. I don't stop thinking, but soon enough, I feel my muscles starting to relax. Kate's arm is still slung through mine, and she sighs as she looks up at the harvest moon.
"Feeling better?" She asks me while I look up at the moon too.
I nod my head, not wanting to break the symphony of the night. Looking at Kate's face, I see her smile.
"Wanna head back?"
After checking my watch, I nod again. It's getting late, and I need to be sharp in the morning.
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I awake the to smell of eggs and bacon. I follow my nose to my kitchen, where I see Kate sitting at my table watching as the frying pan dumps the eggs onto a plate. Her eyes flick to my while I walk in and I see the pan fumble a little. A small portion of the eggs tumbles to the floor, and Kate lets a curse slip.
Soon I am sitting and eating delicious eggs and bacon.
"Good morning," Kate says while leaning over the table towards me, her elbows resting on the table. "Feeling better?"
"Much. Thank you, Kate. I don't think I would have been able to get back to sleep without that walk."
Kate just smiles at me, while I stuff some egg in my mouth.
"So, when are you going to call this Cee-Cee?"
"You were listening in on my conversation with David?" I ask her through a mouthful of bacon.
Kate just nods her head and says, "But of course. Don't avoid the question."
"I don't know. I need to find out more about Susannah's 'condition'."
"Okay, and how do you plan about doing that?"
I shake my head. "I have no idea."
"Internet?"
I shake my head. "Not until I get some more ground work uncovered."
"Old texts?"
I nod my head. Most likely that would prove to be more helpful, since I couldn't really go around spying on Susannah myself. But I could always send Kate to do it.
"Could you possibly—"
"I was wondering when you were going to ask me, Jesse. Gosh, take for-ever!" Kate smiles at me and I give her my thanks after swallowing a gulp of orange juice.
Once I finish my breakfast, I rush to get ready for church. When I come out of the bathroom, Kate is gone and the dishes are done. I thank her silently then head out to my car.
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AN: Okay, so I know this isn't a very good sequel so far. But I mean, it is really hard to write in Jesse's POV; however, that isn't a good excuse, is it? Whatever. I'll hopefully get this next chapter out soon. But don't hold it against me if I don't.
Also, check out my first poem I posted yesterday! From Beginning to End