Ch 3 Paying a Little Visit
Suze's POV
Okay, so my love life wasn't going too swell.
Good news; Jesse came back. Bad news; he was swearing in Spanish and just kept blushing and I had to keep apologizing. Even though none of it seemed to help, or regain his dignity. I seriously did not mean to kick him his balls! I mean, if I injured his unborn children, I'm really, really, really sorry…
Yeah, the world was a beautiful place.
I took a shower and went back to sleep only to wake up three hours later by Paul who was lying next to me playing with my brown hair. I instantly jerked up and looked around. Where was Jesse?
"Paul, go away," I whispered angrily, "why are you here and how the hell did you get in my room?"
Paul grinned nonchalantly. "Patience, babe, you need to relax more."
Patience?
BABE!
RELAX!
ALL IN ONE SENTENCE!
This was bad.
HOW WAS I GOING TO RELAX WITH A PSYCHO, AND PATIENCE?
I HAVE MORE THAN ENOUGH PATIENCE, THANK YOU. BABE? NO ONE CALLS ME BABE EXCEPT JESSE WHICH HE DOESN'T EVEN CALL ME THAT. OH...PAULIE…
You're screwed.
"Paul, get out of my room." I tried patience, seriously, but when times get rough, I mean, how can you be patient when you're stuck with a complete stalker? The best method, I think, though Father Dom would disagree, is to kick some ass.
I was really pissed; he was the one who possessed Jesse, who I, unfortunately, kicked really hard and I think it's like numb or something and-- wait, screw that thought.
"Oh c'mon Simon, you know you love me." he played with my tank top strap and I quickly backed away. "Get away from me!" I shouted, not loud enough to wake the house but enough to let Paul know I was upset.
He tried to feign innocence. "Me? What did I ever do wrong? Ok, I 'shifted' here, remember the lessons? And I'm here because…" he smiled, his pearly teeth flashing in the darkness. Was that not Cheshire? "…by the way, did you know that you have the most beautiful green eyes?"
Trying to change the subject!
I let out a snort.
Lesson...right. That's what he called lesson.
Kissing a girl on his bed and tonguing her was a lesson. I was really creeped out now. What did he call a class?
I shuddered slightly.
I tried not to look freaked out, (which I seriously was) but Paul being all "high and mighty" really was making me quite uncomfortable. He grinned as if he succeeded in something… vanquishing me? I didn't know. The next thing I knew was that Paul, a live guy and all, was on top of me. Frenching me, AGAIN! URGH! I tried to get up but Paul had me bound or something. I just realized that my limbs were bound.
I tried to move. When all did this happen?
My hands were behind my back and my knees, ankles, and thighs were bound tightly. I tried to get away but Paul was really heavy. I could taste his breath and it was very "Colgate" and all. Did he plan this? His hands slid under my shirt and I felt his hand move to my bra strap. I instantly bit his tongue. He yelled and I tried to squirm away but it was kind of hard when your hands are bound. I felt him pull me up and throw me onto my bed again. He undid the clasp and tried to get my bra off, but I luckily had my hands tied so that he couldn't take it off.
He grunted. "The inconveniences of bondage."
I shrieked. "GET OFF ME!" and tried to hit him in the head. No such luck.
Suddenly, when things couldn't get worse, my mom burst in the room...
…or so I thought.
"Susannah! En el nombre del dios!"
Like my mom knew Spanish and had a deep, sexy timbre.
I struggled to get up but I couldn't. I felt my cheeks flush. Gosh, he probably thought I was such the slut!
"Jesse," I moaned. "Get him off me."
Jesse looked really infuriated. "YOU! Usted bastardo!"
I all of a sudden heard footsteps, coming up the stairs.
"Stop!" I yelled but they didn't listen.
"¡Aprovechar de a mujeres inocentes¿Cómo atrévasele?" (Taking advantage of innocent women? How DARE YOU!)
Paul just went back to kissing me and Jesse continued speaking in Spanish.
"¡Bájese del amor de mi vida!" He shouted. (Get off the love of my life!) "¡Salga a mi querida sólo!" (Leave my love alone!)
I didn't understand a damn word that he said. All I heard was, "Susannah, wake up! We have company."
Jesse got up and started punching Paul in the back. "GET OFF OF HER!"
"No fucking way!"
And the door opened. This time it really was my mom.
Shit.