No, don't get excieted, it wasn't Paul or anything. Just my really
annoying, concerned mom.
'Susie!' Please let me in and tell me what's wrong. You can talk to me, honey,' but before I could yell "GET LOST," she's allowed herself in. Ha! That just blew the "Mother/Daughter Privacy Policy" we'd agreed to. I glared at her. My world had already been ripped to shreds, and now she wanted me to TALK about it?!
She came to sit on the end of my bed, much to Spike's, Jesse's cat's, fury. He avoided her butt by an inch. I shook my head at her and rolled over. I mean, I was SO not in the mood to have a mother/daughter bonding session. I blinked back tears and smiled at her, trying to avoid suspicion. But inside myself, I was far from smiling.
'Susie, if you're not going to tell me what's wrong, you had better tell me why you just walked in at this early hour of the morning. It's past midnight, for Christ's sake!' she exclaimed, stroking my head. Her cool hand felt so comforting and ticklish in my hair. Oh, it was almost as nice as when Jesse did this.
Used to.
But never again.
And with that, I erupted into tears again.
Mom finally got the message that I was in no condition to talk to her. She left without a word, and a wary glance at me, leaving me to wallow in my despair about what I'd just done to Jesse.
~*~
Two weeks had past, and not a word from Jesse since our incident. I feared the worst, that he'd moved on, or Paul had exorcised him anyway. Oooh, I hoped to the Holy Father that he was all right. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he was killed, especially by that blood-sucker Paul. Except, I didn't call him a blood-sucker, if you know what I mean.
I had spoken to Father Dominic during that time. I kept asking about Jesse but to no avail. Father Dom, very deviously, would change the subject, or be all like, "oh, would you look at the time? To class with you, Susannah." Jesus. . .
As he said this, I completely burst into tears again. Not because I hated being called Susannah, but because the only two people who ever called me Susannah were Father Dom and. . .
. . .and Jesse.
So you can understand that hearing him saying my full name would only serve to upset me, reminding me of how I'd ripped out Jesse's heart and spat on it. Not literally, people. It reminded me of my terrible loss, the loss of my one true love, Hector De Silva, affectionately known as Jesse.
Father Dom, however, wouldn't take pity on me, but would very cruelly send me to class, which only intensified my wails of misery.
~*~
'Hey, Suze.'
My blood ran cold. I knew that this voice belonged to the one and only Prince of freaking Darkness, and I wasn't feeling very friendly towards this certain pig at the moment.
'Get lost, you bastard,' I whispered at him so softly, so sadly, that he looked al most pained. He entwined his fingers in mine, and I made a motion to break them, but he caught my wrist, and pushed my arm back rather brutally. I gasped. I mean, there were one or two kids watching, you wouldn't think he'd do this in public, eh?
But I guess psychopathic maniacs are unpredictable sometimes.
'Paul, stay away from me,' I hissed at him. He stared at my eyes with his own, icy light ones, as if scanning me. I twisted my wrist out of his grasp, and shoved him back, going to run off, but he grabbed my arm to impede my escape. He pulled me into an embrace, which I struggled to get free from. It was unnerving, being pushed against Paul so hard, feeling his heat, knowing his arms were around me, and pressing himself against me. I could see how this would look like we were just displaying shows of open affection, but I sure wasn't feeling all that affectionate.
Murderous was more like it.
'Now, Suze,' he said with amusement. I looked at him with furious, barren eyes.
'Leave me alone, you asshole,' I muttered back.
'Remember our deal about your cowboy friend?' he whispered into my hair.
'Shut up, Paul. Just shut up.'
People who were walking past stopped in interest. Kelly was staring at Paul coldly. She was very slow to forgive, and how he'd dissed her last time would probably be enough to scar her for life. Anyway, they started whispering to each other behind their hands, making all these sly facial expressions that involved a long of tonguing and wiggling of eyebrows. I tensed in fury, in Paul's grasp.
I could imagine what they were saying. 'Slater and Simon are breaking up. They are fighting. Paul has two-timed her, Suze has found someone else.' Take your pick.
I didn't particularly care.
But then Paul was all like, 'Oh, something's happened between you and Jesse, hasn't it?' and he said it all loud and everything! Everyone heard! This sent everyone into move vigorous fits of whispering. I wanted to die, I swear to God. With my hand, I grabbed a piece of his anatomy really hard, (sick I know,) and twisted. His pupils zoomed into tiny, tiny circles of black, and he pushed himself away from me. I stuck my tongue out at him and stalked off.
'Suze! Get back here!' he cried, but not as enthusiastically as usual. I guess he feared for his family jewels now. Ha! Fear he should! Suze Simon can kick ass, but she can kick the front area even better.
~*~
I slumped into my room. Oh, God, I was tired. I was going to go and collapse on my bed, and sleep forever like Sleeping Beauty. Or my older brother Jake. It wasn'r like Jesse would be there to interrogate m eabout my day anymore. I closed my eyes and for a few blissful seconds, I reminisced what we had been like before all of this shit had started. Oh, it had been some of the best days of my life. I wanted nothing more than to have a Suze Snooze, but you know, I kind of forgot all about that when I saw the flickering, spectral shimmer I knew so well.
'WAIT!'
A/N: Does she speak to Jesse? What happens? Only I, Susannah's Secret, know, as long as the real author, Kate. Keep reviewing, because a HUGE twist is coming up. I hope none of you expect it, anyhow.
Luv yaz all!
'Susie!' Please let me in and tell me what's wrong. You can talk to me, honey,' but before I could yell "GET LOST," she's allowed herself in. Ha! That just blew the "Mother/Daughter Privacy Policy" we'd agreed to. I glared at her. My world had already been ripped to shreds, and now she wanted me to TALK about it?!
She came to sit on the end of my bed, much to Spike's, Jesse's cat's, fury. He avoided her butt by an inch. I shook my head at her and rolled over. I mean, I was SO not in the mood to have a mother/daughter bonding session. I blinked back tears and smiled at her, trying to avoid suspicion. But inside myself, I was far from smiling.
'Susie, if you're not going to tell me what's wrong, you had better tell me why you just walked in at this early hour of the morning. It's past midnight, for Christ's sake!' she exclaimed, stroking my head. Her cool hand felt so comforting and ticklish in my hair. Oh, it was almost as nice as when Jesse did this.
Used to.
But never again.
And with that, I erupted into tears again.
Mom finally got the message that I was in no condition to talk to her. She left without a word, and a wary glance at me, leaving me to wallow in my despair about what I'd just done to Jesse.
~*~
Two weeks had past, and not a word from Jesse since our incident. I feared the worst, that he'd moved on, or Paul had exorcised him anyway. Oooh, I hoped to the Holy Father that he was all right. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he was killed, especially by that blood-sucker Paul. Except, I didn't call him a blood-sucker, if you know what I mean.
I had spoken to Father Dominic during that time. I kept asking about Jesse but to no avail. Father Dom, very deviously, would change the subject, or be all like, "oh, would you look at the time? To class with you, Susannah." Jesus. . .
As he said this, I completely burst into tears again. Not because I hated being called Susannah, but because the only two people who ever called me Susannah were Father Dom and. . .
. . .and Jesse.
So you can understand that hearing him saying my full name would only serve to upset me, reminding me of how I'd ripped out Jesse's heart and spat on it. Not literally, people. It reminded me of my terrible loss, the loss of my one true love, Hector De Silva, affectionately known as Jesse.
Father Dom, however, wouldn't take pity on me, but would very cruelly send me to class, which only intensified my wails of misery.
~*~
'Hey, Suze.'
My blood ran cold. I knew that this voice belonged to the one and only Prince of freaking Darkness, and I wasn't feeling very friendly towards this certain pig at the moment.
'Get lost, you bastard,' I whispered at him so softly, so sadly, that he looked al most pained. He entwined his fingers in mine, and I made a motion to break them, but he caught my wrist, and pushed my arm back rather brutally. I gasped. I mean, there were one or two kids watching, you wouldn't think he'd do this in public, eh?
But I guess psychopathic maniacs are unpredictable sometimes.
'Paul, stay away from me,' I hissed at him. He stared at my eyes with his own, icy light ones, as if scanning me. I twisted my wrist out of his grasp, and shoved him back, going to run off, but he grabbed my arm to impede my escape. He pulled me into an embrace, which I struggled to get free from. It was unnerving, being pushed against Paul so hard, feeling his heat, knowing his arms were around me, and pressing himself against me. I could see how this would look like we were just displaying shows of open affection, but I sure wasn't feeling all that affectionate.
Murderous was more like it.
'Now, Suze,' he said with amusement. I looked at him with furious, barren eyes.
'Leave me alone, you asshole,' I muttered back.
'Remember our deal about your cowboy friend?' he whispered into my hair.
'Shut up, Paul. Just shut up.'
People who were walking past stopped in interest. Kelly was staring at Paul coldly. She was very slow to forgive, and how he'd dissed her last time would probably be enough to scar her for life. Anyway, they started whispering to each other behind their hands, making all these sly facial expressions that involved a long of tonguing and wiggling of eyebrows. I tensed in fury, in Paul's grasp.
I could imagine what they were saying. 'Slater and Simon are breaking up. They are fighting. Paul has two-timed her, Suze has found someone else.' Take your pick.
I didn't particularly care.
But then Paul was all like, 'Oh, something's happened between you and Jesse, hasn't it?' and he said it all loud and everything! Everyone heard! This sent everyone into move vigorous fits of whispering. I wanted to die, I swear to God. With my hand, I grabbed a piece of his anatomy really hard, (sick I know,) and twisted. His pupils zoomed into tiny, tiny circles of black, and he pushed himself away from me. I stuck my tongue out at him and stalked off.
'Suze! Get back here!' he cried, but not as enthusiastically as usual. I guess he feared for his family jewels now. Ha! Fear he should! Suze Simon can kick ass, but she can kick the front area even better.
~*~
I slumped into my room. Oh, God, I was tired. I was going to go and collapse on my bed, and sleep forever like Sleeping Beauty. Or my older brother Jake. It wasn'r like Jesse would be there to interrogate m eabout my day anymore. I closed my eyes and for a few blissful seconds, I reminisced what we had been like before all of this shit had started. Oh, it had been some of the best days of my life. I wanted nothing more than to have a Suze Snooze, but you know, I kind of forgot all about that when I saw the flickering, spectral shimmer I knew so well.
'WAIT!'
A/N: Does she speak to Jesse? What happens? Only I, Susannah's Secret, know, as long as the real author, Kate. Keep reviewing, because a HUGE twist is coming up. I hope none of you expect it, anyhow.
Luv yaz all!