Ch 15 Raped
Yeah, the part in Jesse's POV is rated PG while the part in Paul's POV is rated R. Then the rest it pg-13, as always. : D Thanks SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS! Oh and your right, Havoc is good at Jesse! Sorry it's taking so long! I didn't know a person can have so much homework. And if you're wondering when "Pawn Lady" and Sean and Crissi come back in, don't worry; they'll come, soon...
Jesse's POV
When Cee Cee and Susannah had run into Victoria's Secret, shielding my eyes, I went to another store. That store was so...disgusting! (That's the best way to put it) I saw a male clerk in there and wondered how in heaven's name can a man work there without being embarrassed and scarred? I do not want to see a woman's undergarments and that is a fact.
I went to a shoe store, looking for shoes that matched her dress; you know who I'm talking about. I decided that she would prefer high-heeled sandals instead of Jimmy Choos as she called them.
I went to the woman's section and started browsing for green tinged shoes and I found two pairs; one was a dark green high heel with something that looked like a duck beak on it and the other one matched Susannah's dress and was very high, but elegant looking, it bended where Susannah's foot bended and it had no tip, instead you would be able to see her toes which would probably have nail polish on them. I chose that one, checked the size making sure it was right (I had checked what size shoe she wore earlier) and paid for it.
I was about to head back to that repulsive store again when I passed a jewelers. Yes, I knew Susannah already had enough jewelry but I decided to buy two more just for her; a locket and a ring. I bought the locket which was gold encrusted with diamonds and emeralds and the ring was something special which I would give her later on in life; it had a huge twenty-two karat diamond on it, it was gold and I thought that Susannah would love it. I checked the price; $3,000.00. While I was in that store, I bought a mahogany, twelve inch jewelry box that played Fur Elise and had a rose on it and gold, real gold embroidery on it. It was so beautiful that I bought it, for $100 since I already bought an engagement ring.
I bought it and then headed back to Victoria's Secret where I found Susannah and Cee Cee just coming out the door. They didn't even notice the two bags I had with me. To be honest, I didn't want to go to the mall with Cee Cee; I wanted it to be where I was just with Susannah, like the beginning of the summer. At least Adam wasn't here.
We went into a Pacific Sun place wear Susannah bought an atrociously revealing bikini which I thought I would pass out if I danced with her while she was in that, although I had no doubts that Susannah would look very heavenly in that which would draw the attention of other men.
Do not claim her as your own.
We went into the food court and then Susannah asked me if I wanted to go to the party with her. I couldn't believe it; she wanted me to come with her. I grinned and asked,
"Sure, why not, do I have to dress up?"
"NO, just bring swim trunks and something else to wear over it."
I saw Susannah feel around looking for something.
"Err, Jesse? I'll be right back; I think left my purse back in Victoria's Secret."
I nodded and she left.
I was in heaven. Suze's POV
I felt someone touch my cheek and my eyelids fluttered. Then they focused on a spot on the steel wall.
Where was I?
"Hello, Suze."
I turned my head and to my dismay, I couldn't because I was strapped onto a board and tied up. My hands were on either side of my body and stretched to their full length without being pulled out of my sockets. My legs were strapped tightly together as was my neck and waist. I wasn't tied with rope; I was tied with steel and bolt. I tried to squirm but I couldn't.
"Who's there? Who are you?" I said shrilly. "What are you doing to me?" I tried to move but I couldn't.
"Relax babe, we have,"-the person checked their watch-"half an hour. Come on, let's get started."
Then I recognized the voice; it was Paul. And he stepped into my view. "Comfy, eh?" he said chuckling softly. "I really hoped that I didn't have to resort to this, it loses the person's trust, you see. But you'll forget this later."
He was inches away from me and I realized that the doors were probably locked and that I was stuck with Paul.
I saw him reach into a cabinet and pull out a bottle that was full of pills and he poured water. I tried to read the label but it was too small, all I caught was, "Sexy Pleasure" and that Did NOT sound too good.
He squeezed my cheeks to make my mouth open and even though I had clenched my teeth shut tight, he put THREE of those "Sexy Pleasure" pills into my mouth and then he shut my mouth tightly and pressed the bottom of my throat. I tried not to swallow the pills but they were really sweet and then before I realized it, he poured water into my mouth. On instinct, I SWALLOWED THE PILLS. Holy shit...
I tried to gag it up but it was like stuck in my throat and then it slid down and down and down...
"GET AWAY FROM ME BASTARD!" I shrieked. "What are you doing to me?"
He smiled coolly. "Oh Suzie, we're going to have fun today, when I'm through with you, you won't be able to walk straight for a week since it's so big."
That was so wrong!!!! NO! I was to stay virgin until I get married for two years! I did NOT want to have it with Paul!
At first my emotions were angry and alert and I was still struggling, then I was hyperventilating and feeling woozy and I knew I was lost.
"God help me," and "I know what those pills were...am I going to be high?" were the last sane thought I had.
Then I had the sudden crave for a guy, any guy, I needed a guy...
(A/N: You can turn back...)
Paul's POV
I had just bought those sex pills that subdue the person and make them crave for, another person of the opposite gender let's just say.
All of a sudden, she stopped struggling and had a drunken look about her. She looked around and then her eyes locked onto me and strayed down to my breeches. Oh yeah...this was good.
"Paul..." she said in a breathless voice. "Paul...come here..."
I came only too willingly. Yes! I can finally screw Suze, a dream come true.
I was right in front of her and she said, "Untie me...screw me..." except it was the other screw.
I quickly undid the bolts and then carried her to my room. Then all of a sudden, she stopped the dreamy look and bolted, luckily, I locked the door.
She was playing me! Damn her! Why didn't the pills work? Next time, I'm using fifteen.
I quickly grabbed her around the waist and threw her onto my bed. She screamed and I chuckled. "No one's going to hear you babe, come on, we've got twenty-five minutes, let's make it last."
Then before she could stop me, I pounced on her like a wounded animal. I felt myself itching to stick it into her virgin self...so she would lose her virginity all because of me instead of Jesse de Loser. OH yeah, I'm bad as hell, aren't I?
I grabbed her by the hips and started stripping her. She thrashed around but I sat on her waist and hands and tied her hands and feet together. Then I got off her and continued stripping her of all her clothes which wasn't much. Finally, I was about to take off her bra and underwear when she punched me with both her fist tied together behind her back. For a girl, she's got a lot of rage. I threw her onto the ground and studied her beautiful body. So pure...her hair was all over the place, her arms had a big bruise on it, her thighs were just the right thickness, and her green eyes were full of weakness since she knew she'd lose her virgin self in less than a minute, so I let the message sink in for a few seconds. She all of a sudden stopped struggling and went slightly limp. Ha! She thought that was tiring, wait until she knows the pain of a guy entering her...
I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. She was drained and defeated looking. Yes, I have won Jesse, admit it, I got the girl before you. You never mentioned the fact that sex didn't count...
Luckily, she was wearing a strapless bra so all I had to do was slip it off...and I did and she gave a wail but I ignored her plea for me to stop. Ah, she was perfect, her breast were full looking and very big. I placed my hands on them and I felt her tense and then she tried to kick me but I caught her legs, and started making my way down...then I pulled off her panties and she was very pretty...
I made it all very quick for her, considering what I've done to other girls; I took off my boxers, and put on a condom spread her legs FAR apart when I glanced at the clock. Hmm...it was 5:57 and I had to get her home, but I decided to give her a little pain, I thrust it in and she screamed and I kept doing that over and over again until I felt her weaken and she basically went limp. I continued doing it until I thought that it was enough pain.
My job was done...
"Suzie, now you are officially a non-virgin. Go tell Jesse that and see what happens. I tossed to Suze her remaining clothes, (her ripped shirt, shorts, and underwear, I kept the bra) and I watched her put her clothes back on. She was so weak that she didn't protest but I knew she was great at sex, just with Jesse, not me. See? I told her it was big, bigger than the average and it really must have hurt. She looked beautiful as she went out the door and into my car, she looked blearily at me and then I took her home. As she limped into the house I called, "You're not a virgin any more Suze, and I was your first so now you know what I can do to you if you don't accept me." And I left to leave Suze burning in hell.
Suze's POV
I wish I could hurt him, but it was too late and I, Suze Simon, actually felt weak and defenseless. Had the world come to an end? My clothes were all ripped, Paul stole my bra and I was pretty sure that I looked like a wreck too from all the bruises that I could see on my arms. I can't believe it did that to me. I still can't believe it. It's just terrible. It was supposed to be Jesse first, and that would be after we got married.
I'm only seventeen, and I've been raped. The words seem to echo in my head. That bastard. Every guy was supposed to have one, but I thought he didn't, I thought he was a eunuch (A/N: Pirates of the Caribbean, "You're not a eunuch are you?" Look it up if you don't know). Sadly enough, he did, and it felt like a dagger had been stuck up my arse. I felt dirty and...
Paul was right about me being in pain. I could hardly climb up the stairs, and I ignored my Mom's interrogations from the bottom of the stairs, saying that I had a super bad cramp. My limp was so bad that it felt like I was torn in half and I moved my legs. I finally went into my room, and there was Jesse writing in his diary with all my shopping stuff around him. He took one look at me, and I think he saw past my "trying to be brave" cover.
He rushed towards me, embraced me and said, "What happened?"
I tilted my head up so I could stare straight into his eyes, and said, "Paul." Then I collapsed. All because of him, I was not a virgin, what a sin. And I'm not kidding.
Jesse's POV
As Susannah left, I knew something was wrong. Firstly, when I got my food, there was her purse, in one of her shopping bags. I turned around to tell her but she was already a hundred meters away. I started running after her, then she disappeared from view. I went over to the escalators and looked everywhere, and then I saw Susannah fighting someone taller than her. I ran down the escalators and turned the corner to where Susannah was, and she was gone. Just like that, she disappeared.
I felt like a failure as I headed back towards the food court. Susannah's strong, she'll make it.
Remember last time with the knife...
I raced towards Cee Cee. "What time is it?" I asked her.
She looked at her watch. "6:15, Suze told me to go home if she wasn't back yet. Let's go, she'll be fine, she's Suze Simon, remember?"
These words brought no comfort to me.
"Anyway, I want to get to know you as a friend..." Cee Cee said as I reluctantly grabbed all the shopping bags and left with her to her car. Through the whole car ride, Miss. Webb talked, I answered her, and I looked for Susannah.
Later...
I came to Susannah's house and walked in and to my dismay, Susannah wasn't home yet. Her mother asked where Susannah was and I said she went to Cee Cee's house to watch a movie.
But I knew that that was a lie. All of this was like a dream.
I brought all her new possessions to her room and started to hang up her dress that she looked so pure and beautiful in when I thought of what could have happened to Susannah.
She's fine...just late, that's all; no one caused any mischief or harmed my querida.
And yet a feeling of foreboding fear clutched at my heart until it hurt. I decided to write in my diary.
It is Thursday and I just went to the mall with Susannah Simon. I've bought an engagement ring for later purpose and we looked at the house I've decided to buy. I've already bought it and it's going to be finished before next year.
Yet Susannah has gone missing, I do not know what happened but I have a feeling that Paul has something to do with it, I-
All of a sudden, Susannah opened the door slowly and she looked at me wearily. I glanced at her and swore under my breath. Her clothes were all tattered and she was limping and she was leaning against the wall and her legs looked like gelatin.
"What happened?" I asked as I hurried to her.
She took one look at me with those beautiful green eyes that were full of sorrow and pain and then she said something that made my blood boil, "Paul" and then she fell into my arms. Her eyes were so hollow looking...My beautiful querida was weak and I lifted her back up and held her tightly. I closed my eyes and asked God for help. Paul es tales bastardo. Él debe quemarse en infierno ahora.
PAUL was responsible for this?! What did he do to my querida? Could he have- --no, even a demon wouldn't do such a thing, then I asked myself with a tremor in my voice,
"What did Paul do to you querida?" I felted the side of her face and then I looked at her closely.
She was bruised. Not all that badly but bruised the same. I glanced at her clothes and noticed that they were torn and she wasn't dressed properly, she wasn't wearing her...bra because you could see her bra through her blouse. Her hair was disheveled and she had a gaunt look about her. Then I knew, for this was how all the girls looked after they-
"Did he rape you?" I demanded. "Did Paul rape you, querida?"
I laid her on her bed and ran to the kitchen, grabbed ice, towels, and bruise patches then I ran back to comfort Susannah.
I looked her over again and noticed that her legs were rather far apart and she was clutching herself protectively even though it was obvious that she was very, very weak. I tried to put her legs together but then she gave a shriek and curled up into a ball.
I put a wet towel to Susannah's sweating neck and face. She was hyperventilating and I tried to soothe her. I laid her head against my chest and waited two hours. During the two hours, I placed the bruise patches on the bruises that were visible.
"Shhh...it's okay, I'm here now...everything's going to be okay."
All of a sudden, she spoke.
"No, it's not." She got up gingerly and looked me in the eye. "Nothing's okay. Jesse,"-a tear fell from her face-"Jesse, he did more than just rape me,"-I felt my heart sink, this was bad-"I'm, I'm not a," she burst into tears-"I'm not a Virgin anymore! Paul stole my virginity away from me! And I'm only seventeen! And he screwed me and kept doing it again and again and I didn't want him to but he kept on doing it and he killed me! And it hurts a lot and nothing's going to take the pain away! I'm scarred for life and he's probably going to do it again when I'm asleep! What will Father Dom say?"
I was shocked then I felt anger well up inside of me. Paul did this? Paul stole Susannah's virginity away?! Paul, Satan himself did it and I didn't even know? Now Susannah couldn't wear white on our wedding day? He, he stole my querida.
He really did win this time; he stole Susannah's virginity, body, soul, and life. He had done the most devastating thing to me, hurting my querida and taking away her virginity and leaving her to rot in misery! Curse Paul! Damn him! Send him to hell for this! I felt like ripping his head off. How could I be so stupid! How could Paul be such a bastardo! That, that- castigue para lo que él lo hizo!
"Susannah!" I croaked angrily. "He did? That BASTARDO! He should vaya al infierno!" I started swearing in Spanish only to make Susannah scream in pain and frustration. I quickly stopped my fuming.
"Susannah, I'm sorry about this, if Paul were here right now, I'd kill him. I'm sorry for not being there, forgive me. Susannah today wasn't supposed to be like this, Paul wasn't supposed to make love to you, I was-" I stopped talking and quickly said, "I was supposed to protect you, isn't that what a boyfriend's supposed to do?" I smiled and held her close. I almost revealed my true feelings for her. She smiled and put her arms around her waist and looked up. I saw tears well up inside her eyes and that broke my heart. I felt like shattered glass.
"Do you-"
Then David came.
"Suze, Mom made me give you this Pepto-Bismol for your cramp, are you alright? Anything else you request and I'll gladly get." Susannah smiled and said, "Can you get me MY Advil too? I think my period's back."
David nodded and left, leaving the bottle of pink liquid in our room.
"Are you bleeding anywhere?" I asked suddenly. She nodded weakly. "I got cut by the binds he tied around me."
What? He TIED HER UP? Paul, vaya al infierno!! I've never felt this anger before but then it was there. I kissed Susannah's face gently.
"Don't worry, the wounds will heal." And I meant that in a hundred ways. Then I bowed.
"I shall be your "servant" for the time being since you're in pain. Would you like anything?" I felt that the least I could do was fetch things and play dog until she got better.
"Well," she brightened up. "I need a bath. I feel dirty but I know the dirt won't come out."
"Should you tell your mom about this?" I asked.
She shook her head and I said, "Stay here, I'll get your bath started and I'll bring your pajamas. Bubbles or no bubbles?"
She laughed slightly and it made me feel a bit better. "Bubbles and get the candles, towel, and music ready please?"
I nodded willingly and bowed, "Always glad to please you."
"That's so sweet Jesse, thank you, I'm glad you're here and alive and well."
That made my insides squirm. Ignoring that, I turned on my heel and left Susannah, after I kissed her hand. I wanted to make her feel queenly.
Two minutes later, Susannah was in the jasmine bubble bath I had prepared for her. It wasn't too hot and not too cold. Just right... (That phrase reminded me of the stories I would tell my sisters)
I put the towel right next to her as she stood clothed, lit candles and blew out the match, dimmed the light, turned on music, put lotion and such next to her, bowed and left, locking the door and standing outside of it, making sure nothing bad happened.
"If you need me," I called, "I'm just outside the door."
"Thank you," she said, her voice cracking and I felt something clog my throat but I didn't know what it was. I had tried so many times to tell her that I loved her but I was such a coward, and Paul already claimed her. Was I too late? Did she not love me?
I didn't care. I sat outside her door, listening to her splashing around in the water and the music while I read the book, "Withering Heights" half- heartedly. I flipped the page and I heard Susannah crying softly. I felt myself drop the book and then I leaned against the wall.
Why her, why did she of all people get raped? Why me, why was I so madly in love with her that I would get images that Father Dominic would despise and send me to confession?
I listened to her cry and felt a weight inside of me. I wish I could comfort her; I wish I can stop the endless pain she feels. But I can't, all I can do is listen and watch, it's too late.
"Susannah, are you alright?" I called to her.
"I'm fine, just-just the smell of the candles are getting to my-head." I smiled. Brave Susannah will deny the inevitable and not admit her pain. Inedible
"Susannah, don't lie to me, do you honestly need anything? A drink, a book? What do you want?"
"No, I want someone that loves me, appreciates me and the fact that I'm a girl and someone who's kind and strong and-can you get me that?" she said softly, so quietly that I had to lean against the door just to hear her.
I felt myself shudder and open my mouth. I was going to reply when Susannah's mother burst into the room. I heard myself cursed under my breath in Spanish then I stopped as quickly as it came. I was just about to tell Susannah my true feelings for her!!
"Suzie? Are you in there? David told me your period was back, do you have pads in there?"
I heard Susannah groan and then I felt myself blush crimson. Susannah's mother looked at me and realized that I was there.
"Oh, hello Jesse, dear, can you go in there and check if Suzie's alright? She doesn't like me invading her privacy but she might like it if you do."
I turned an even deeper shade of red. Summoning as must courage as I could (I did not want to see Susannah after what that bastardo did to her), I said, "No thank you, I think Susannah's fine. Is dinner ready?"
"Yes, why don't you come on downstairs now?"
"It's okay, I'm waiting for Susannah."
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Suze's POV
Mothers. Even though the door is WAY far away from the tub, I could still hear the conversation perfectly.
My hair was tied up in a bun by Jesse and I closed my eyes as I listened to the music.
Ah...peace at last.
"...wish I could save the world, like I was super girl... The real me used to laugh all night lying in the grass just talkin' 'bout love, but lately I've been jaded, life got so complicated...but with you, I can let my hair down, I can say anything crazy, I know you'll catch me right before I hit the ground. With nothin' but a t-shirt on I never felt so beautiful baby as I do now, now that I'm with you..."
(A/N: I know, Jessica Simpson, oh well, it suits, at least most of the words do)
I love Jesse, he was being so helpful, getting my bath started and carrying me and everything, after what Paul did. Jesse seemed really upset; I hope he didn't burst a blood vessel. I heard Jesse shift around outside my door. How sweet! He was guarding me, I felt loved.
Maybe it's because I AM loved...
"...you speak and it's like a song and just like that all my walls come down, it's like a private joke, just meant for us to know...everybody else just fades away, sometimes it's hard to breathe, just knowing you found me...come and take me, love you, save me, like nobody else..."
I really do love Jesse, how can I tell him that?
"Susannah? Are you ready to come out now? You've been in there for three hours and I'm worried that you'll be so pruned that you'll look like a raisin. Get dress and I'll tuck you in before I eat."
I dipped my hands in the sudsy water and washed my face with a towel. I'm coming! I thought as I gingerly got up. I had even forgotten about the pain. I looked around and noticed something was missing; Jesse and I both forgot about one major issue, we didn't grab clothes for me!
Aw shit.
"Err, JESSE!" I called. I heard him drop his book and press his ear against the door.
"You called?" he joked.
"We forgot something."
"What?"
"My clothes."
"Oh, um, hold on. Wait-aren't they on the toilet?"
I glanced at the toilet, ten yards AWAY.
"Err, I can't reach them...and I can't get out of the tub due to the fact that my arms are bruised..."
I heard movement and Jesse come back to the door. "Can you walk to the door?" he asked.
I tried to support myself with my bruised arms but it didn't work. I slipped and went back in the water.
"Jesse, I can't, I-can't get up." I said as I coughed up water.
I noticed an odd silence. "Is the door locked?" Jesse asked meekly.
I squinted at the doorknob and it was. Shit...major shit...
"Do you have to come in?" I asked, I tried to get up again but it wasn't quite working. Gosh, hate being disabled!
"Err...I wish I were a ghost again right now, then I could help you, I didn't realize that you were THAT badly bruised, now the more the reason why I should kill Paul, that bastardo. And I had five sisters so I know how to help you."
"NO! DON'T Say THAT you want to be a GHOST!" I shrieked. "Just, just come in, I'll use the towel and cover myself up, um, the spare key is over in the closet ledge. Grab it, come in, and hand me my PJs that are on the toilet."
I heard Jesse mutter a quick okay and leave. I sighed, covered my body with a towel and closed my eyes. What next, my towel slips or what?
Then the door burst and in came Jesse.
"Querida, you alright?" he asked. He rushed over to the toilet, grabbed my PJs and then carried me out of the tub. "Can you stand?" he asked.
I tried and fell, only to be caught by Jesse. (...I know you'll catch me right before I hit the ground, with nothing but a t-shirt on, I never felt so beautiful, baby as I do now, now that I'm with you...) And then chaos struck. As Jesse caught me, my towel loosened slightly to reveal a BIG bruise above my chest (Luckily, the towel didn't slip so much has to show the one on my breast)
I heard Jesse suck in his breath. "NOMBRE DE DIOS, SUSANNAH!! What did he DO to you?!" with that, without me putting on my clothes (which were supposed to have the aid of Jesse since my mom couldn't know about this and couldn't dress me) he hauled me to his bed. (NOT LIKE THAT! More in a brotherly way)
He was f-u-m-i-n-g! I swear, he was cussing in Spanish but I was enjoying it all the same. "NOMBRE DE DIOS, Susannah, why didn't you tell me this before? Where else are the bruises? Tell me before I look myself, I had five sisters and I would take care of them no matter the circumstances, I know that they all..." he ran into the bathroom and came out with this weird paste thingy. What is he, my mother?
"Chill Jesse, chill, okay, I just have bruises all over me, okay? And they hurt like heck. What are you going to do? I mean, it's okay, I can take a little pain-" I winced as I tried to move. "Ouch!!"
"I should get your mother, Susannah, where are they?" he was shuffling stuff around.
"Um, two are in the un-namable places, the rest are too, and they cover my WHOLE body."
I heard Jesse groan then he looked up and muttered, "Dios,"
Then to me he said, "I'm getting your mother."
"NOOO! I can't just say that I fell off my bike! She will NOT believe me, especially if they cover my chest."
Jesse was trying everything. "Um, can you cover yourself in this paste?"
I tried to flap my arms but they hurt so much that I stopped and grimaced.
"Can't, it hurts a lot."
Jesse turned red. "I'm getting a stick."
He opened the window and crawled out, and came back seconds later with a BRANCH.
"Are you trying to whip me?" I asked bewildered.
"No, no, I'm trying to help you." HELP ME?!
"Okay..."
He used his pocketknife and whittle away wood on the end so that it was flatter than the rest of the branch.
He quickly shut his eyes, tied a handkerchief around his eyes (Why do guys nowadays not want to see me in the buff? Especially Jesse, huh?) And he grabbed the stick after he applied that freaky paste on it and poked my shin tensely.
"Because I do not want to invade your privacy, you have to tell me where the stick is so then I can apply the lotion."
I nodded, then realized that he couldn't see me to I said, "Okay, you are poking the bruise on my shin." I tightened the towel around me. (In case you didn't know, I was sitting up) "Okay, if it's one of your limbs, I'll just apply it myself." He mumbled and took off the hankie quickly and started to rub in the lotion. "I'm supposed to do this to all your bruises but..." his voice trailed off. The lotion was working; my shin didn't ach as bad but it still hurt even the bruise was going away!
"YAY! Maybe I can still make it to the party..." I thought.
I watched Jesse dedicatedly apply the lotion on both my legs, then my neck (He smothered my whole body with that thing) face, arms, everywhere that wasn't covered with the towel. Then came the question; who was going to apply it onto the "other" parts? The lotion was working; just it still was hard to move my limbs.
"There, now you'll be able to move and the bruises should go away soon, did I miss anything?" Jesse said, his eyes very bright and beautiful and his hair very crisp looking...
SNAP OUT OF IT.
"Err; yeah, as a matter of fact, you forgot the other parts that you can't see." I said as I tried to get up. I did for three seconds, and then I fell back onto his bed. Joy...
"Oh, well can you wear a bathing suit at the least?" he asked. He was kneeling in front of me and I had the perfect view of his abs...
STOP IT THIS INSTANT!
"I'll try..." I replied.
He took me to the bathroom, handed me my new green bikini and closed the door. I put it on with quite a bit of effort and twenty minutes later, I came (more like limped) out. (Hey, don't blame me if I can't move any muscle of mine, all cause of *cough* BASTARD)
Jesse seemed to be in a state of shock as I came out. He didn't realize that he just tipped over something which is very odd of him since he normally is calm and collected.
"Jesse, you okay?" I asked with a touch of concern.
"No-no, it's-jus-just that, you, you look nice even though you have all those, bruises because of...him." He stuttered. I raised an eyebrow, the only thing that seemed to move without pain when I wanted it to.
Jesse turned red and grabbed the cream and told me to lie down and that I would not feel a thing in his soothing voice.
And I trusted him. I lay down on my stomach as he applied the cream gently and rubbed it into my skin on my back, my legs, then he made me do the private *cough* *cough*. It was a nice massage, especially since Jesse was the masseur. (LOOK IT UP IF YOU DON'T KNOW!!!)
Talk about charitable!
"Thanks Jesse," I murmured.
"Your welcome, querida, get some rest, you want to make it to the party, don't you?"
I yawned and looked at the clock. 12:57 p.m.
"Yeah, I guess, good night," I said and I fell asleep, on Jesse's comfy, warm bed.
I wondered where Jesse was going to sleep.
What was weird was that I was in my skimpy bikini, and that I felt weight to my left, a kiss on my lips, and then a presence near me.
Hmm, was that true?
Or was that just what I wanted to happen?
Must have been my imagination, right?
Clearly I was wrong when I woke up the next morning for there was Jesse; sound asleep next to me with his arms around my waist.
How sweet,
All that massaging must have tired him out.
I checked the clock, it was 1:36 a.m. and I decided to get some more sleep. I snuggled against Jesse's warm chest and felt him shift around and then I fell asleep, to see Jesse's face inches away from mine.
Before I fell asleep, I heard Jesse mumble, "I love you querida."
I guess he got the habit from me.
Wait...did he just say that?!
Or, no, could he have said that?!
I don't believe it...I wish I recorded that, what's he dreaming?
I was about to ask, then I realized that he was asleep so I decided to wait. I cuddled back into the blankets and fell asleep.
A/N: Well, how does it sound? Hey authors, how do you do the italics and bolds and underlines and stuff? I can't do IT!!! WAH, NO!! Anyway, press the little button that says Go and type a review, I'm desperate!!!!
Twelve pages, TWELVE! God, see how much I have to do for you people that read this? And I spent like, three days typing this and getting ideas! If I don't get another review I'll kill...starting with...___
Yeah, the part in Jesse's POV is rated PG while the part in Paul's POV is rated R. Then the rest it pg-13, as always. : D Thanks SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS! Oh and your right, Havoc is good at Jesse! Sorry it's taking so long! I didn't know a person can have so much homework. And if you're wondering when "Pawn Lady" and Sean and Crissi come back in, don't worry; they'll come, soon...
Jesse's POV
When Cee Cee and Susannah had run into Victoria's Secret, shielding my eyes, I went to another store. That store was so...disgusting! (That's the best way to put it) I saw a male clerk in there and wondered how in heaven's name can a man work there without being embarrassed and scarred? I do not want to see a woman's undergarments and that is a fact.
I went to a shoe store, looking for shoes that matched her dress; you know who I'm talking about. I decided that she would prefer high-heeled sandals instead of Jimmy Choos as she called them.
I went to the woman's section and started browsing for green tinged shoes and I found two pairs; one was a dark green high heel with something that looked like a duck beak on it and the other one matched Susannah's dress and was very high, but elegant looking, it bended where Susannah's foot bended and it had no tip, instead you would be able to see her toes which would probably have nail polish on them. I chose that one, checked the size making sure it was right (I had checked what size shoe she wore earlier) and paid for it.
I was about to head back to that repulsive store again when I passed a jewelers. Yes, I knew Susannah already had enough jewelry but I decided to buy two more just for her; a locket and a ring. I bought the locket which was gold encrusted with diamonds and emeralds and the ring was something special which I would give her later on in life; it had a huge twenty-two karat diamond on it, it was gold and I thought that Susannah would love it. I checked the price; $3,000.00. While I was in that store, I bought a mahogany, twelve inch jewelry box that played Fur Elise and had a rose on it and gold, real gold embroidery on it. It was so beautiful that I bought it, for $100 since I already bought an engagement ring.
I bought it and then headed back to Victoria's Secret where I found Susannah and Cee Cee just coming out the door. They didn't even notice the two bags I had with me. To be honest, I didn't want to go to the mall with Cee Cee; I wanted it to be where I was just with Susannah, like the beginning of the summer. At least Adam wasn't here.
We went into a Pacific Sun place wear Susannah bought an atrociously revealing bikini which I thought I would pass out if I danced with her while she was in that, although I had no doubts that Susannah would look very heavenly in that which would draw the attention of other men.
Do not claim her as your own.
We went into the food court and then Susannah asked me if I wanted to go to the party with her. I couldn't believe it; she wanted me to come with her. I grinned and asked,
"Sure, why not, do I have to dress up?"
"NO, just bring swim trunks and something else to wear over it."
I saw Susannah feel around looking for something.
"Err, Jesse? I'll be right back; I think left my purse back in Victoria's Secret."
I nodded and she left.
I was in heaven. Suze's POV
I felt someone touch my cheek and my eyelids fluttered. Then they focused on a spot on the steel wall.
Where was I?
"Hello, Suze."
I turned my head and to my dismay, I couldn't because I was strapped onto a board and tied up. My hands were on either side of my body and stretched to their full length without being pulled out of my sockets. My legs were strapped tightly together as was my neck and waist. I wasn't tied with rope; I was tied with steel and bolt. I tried to squirm but I couldn't.
"Who's there? Who are you?" I said shrilly. "What are you doing to me?" I tried to move but I couldn't.
"Relax babe, we have,"-the person checked their watch-"half an hour. Come on, let's get started."
Then I recognized the voice; it was Paul. And he stepped into my view. "Comfy, eh?" he said chuckling softly. "I really hoped that I didn't have to resort to this, it loses the person's trust, you see. But you'll forget this later."
He was inches away from me and I realized that the doors were probably locked and that I was stuck with Paul.
I saw him reach into a cabinet and pull out a bottle that was full of pills and he poured water. I tried to read the label but it was too small, all I caught was, "Sexy Pleasure" and that Did NOT sound too good.
He squeezed my cheeks to make my mouth open and even though I had clenched my teeth shut tight, he put THREE of those "Sexy Pleasure" pills into my mouth and then he shut my mouth tightly and pressed the bottom of my throat. I tried not to swallow the pills but they were really sweet and then before I realized it, he poured water into my mouth. On instinct, I SWALLOWED THE PILLS. Holy shit...
I tried to gag it up but it was like stuck in my throat and then it slid down and down and down...
"GET AWAY FROM ME BASTARD!" I shrieked. "What are you doing to me?"
He smiled coolly. "Oh Suzie, we're going to have fun today, when I'm through with you, you won't be able to walk straight for a week since it's so big."
That was so wrong!!!! NO! I was to stay virgin until I get married for two years! I did NOT want to have it with Paul!
At first my emotions were angry and alert and I was still struggling, then I was hyperventilating and feeling woozy and I knew I was lost.
"God help me," and "I know what those pills were...am I going to be high?" were the last sane thought I had.
Then I had the sudden crave for a guy, any guy, I needed a guy...
(A/N: You can turn back...)
Paul's POV
I had just bought those sex pills that subdue the person and make them crave for, another person of the opposite gender let's just say.
All of a sudden, she stopped struggling and had a drunken look about her. She looked around and then her eyes locked onto me and strayed down to my breeches. Oh yeah...this was good.
"Paul..." she said in a breathless voice. "Paul...come here..."
I came only too willingly. Yes! I can finally screw Suze, a dream come true.
I was right in front of her and she said, "Untie me...screw me..." except it was the other screw.
I quickly undid the bolts and then carried her to my room. Then all of a sudden, she stopped the dreamy look and bolted, luckily, I locked the door.
She was playing me! Damn her! Why didn't the pills work? Next time, I'm using fifteen.
I quickly grabbed her around the waist and threw her onto my bed. She screamed and I chuckled. "No one's going to hear you babe, come on, we've got twenty-five minutes, let's make it last."
Then before she could stop me, I pounced on her like a wounded animal. I felt myself itching to stick it into her virgin self...so she would lose her virginity all because of me instead of Jesse de Loser. OH yeah, I'm bad as hell, aren't I?
I grabbed her by the hips and started stripping her. She thrashed around but I sat on her waist and hands and tied her hands and feet together. Then I got off her and continued stripping her of all her clothes which wasn't much. Finally, I was about to take off her bra and underwear when she punched me with both her fist tied together behind her back. For a girl, she's got a lot of rage. I threw her onto the ground and studied her beautiful body. So pure...her hair was all over the place, her arms had a big bruise on it, her thighs were just the right thickness, and her green eyes were full of weakness since she knew she'd lose her virgin self in less than a minute, so I let the message sink in for a few seconds. She all of a sudden stopped struggling and went slightly limp. Ha! She thought that was tiring, wait until she knows the pain of a guy entering her...
I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. She was drained and defeated looking. Yes, I have won Jesse, admit it, I got the girl before you. You never mentioned the fact that sex didn't count...
Luckily, she was wearing a strapless bra so all I had to do was slip it off...and I did and she gave a wail but I ignored her plea for me to stop. Ah, she was perfect, her breast were full looking and very big. I placed my hands on them and I felt her tense and then she tried to kick me but I caught her legs, and started making my way down...then I pulled off her panties and she was very pretty...
I made it all very quick for her, considering what I've done to other girls; I took off my boxers, and put on a condom spread her legs FAR apart when I glanced at the clock. Hmm...it was 5:57 and I had to get her home, but I decided to give her a little pain, I thrust it in and she screamed and I kept doing that over and over again until I felt her weaken and she basically went limp. I continued doing it until I thought that it was enough pain.
My job was done...
"Suzie, now you are officially a non-virgin. Go tell Jesse that and see what happens. I tossed to Suze her remaining clothes, (her ripped shirt, shorts, and underwear, I kept the bra) and I watched her put her clothes back on. She was so weak that she didn't protest but I knew she was great at sex, just with Jesse, not me. See? I told her it was big, bigger than the average and it really must have hurt. She looked beautiful as she went out the door and into my car, she looked blearily at me and then I took her home. As she limped into the house I called, "You're not a virgin any more Suze, and I was your first so now you know what I can do to you if you don't accept me." And I left to leave Suze burning in hell.
Suze's POV
I wish I could hurt him, but it was too late and I, Suze Simon, actually felt weak and defenseless. Had the world come to an end? My clothes were all ripped, Paul stole my bra and I was pretty sure that I looked like a wreck too from all the bruises that I could see on my arms. I can't believe it did that to me. I still can't believe it. It's just terrible. It was supposed to be Jesse first, and that would be after we got married.
I'm only seventeen, and I've been raped. The words seem to echo in my head. That bastard. Every guy was supposed to have one, but I thought he didn't, I thought he was a eunuch (A/N: Pirates of the Caribbean, "You're not a eunuch are you?" Look it up if you don't know). Sadly enough, he did, and it felt like a dagger had been stuck up my arse. I felt dirty and...
Paul was right about me being in pain. I could hardly climb up the stairs, and I ignored my Mom's interrogations from the bottom of the stairs, saying that I had a super bad cramp. My limp was so bad that it felt like I was torn in half and I moved my legs. I finally went into my room, and there was Jesse writing in his diary with all my shopping stuff around him. He took one look at me, and I think he saw past my "trying to be brave" cover.
He rushed towards me, embraced me and said, "What happened?"
I tilted my head up so I could stare straight into his eyes, and said, "Paul." Then I collapsed. All because of him, I was not a virgin, what a sin. And I'm not kidding.
Jesse's POV
As Susannah left, I knew something was wrong. Firstly, when I got my food, there was her purse, in one of her shopping bags. I turned around to tell her but she was already a hundred meters away. I started running after her, then she disappeared from view. I went over to the escalators and looked everywhere, and then I saw Susannah fighting someone taller than her. I ran down the escalators and turned the corner to where Susannah was, and she was gone. Just like that, she disappeared.
I felt like a failure as I headed back towards the food court. Susannah's strong, she'll make it.
Remember last time with the knife...
I raced towards Cee Cee. "What time is it?" I asked her.
She looked at her watch. "6:15, Suze told me to go home if she wasn't back yet. Let's go, she'll be fine, she's Suze Simon, remember?"
These words brought no comfort to me.
"Anyway, I want to get to know you as a friend..." Cee Cee said as I reluctantly grabbed all the shopping bags and left with her to her car. Through the whole car ride, Miss. Webb talked, I answered her, and I looked for Susannah.
Later...
I came to Susannah's house and walked in and to my dismay, Susannah wasn't home yet. Her mother asked where Susannah was and I said she went to Cee Cee's house to watch a movie.
But I knew that that was a lie. All of this was like a dream.
I brought all her new possessions to her room and started to hang up her dress that she looked so pure and beautiful in when I thought of what could have happened to Susannah.
She's fine...just late, that's all; no one caused any mischief or harmed my querida.
And yet a feeling of foreboding fear clutched at my heart until it hurt. I decided to write in my diary.
It is Thursday and I just went to the mall with Susannah Simon. I've bought an engagement ring for later purpose and we looked at the house I've decided to buy. I've already bought it and it's going to be finished before next year.
Yet Susannah has gone missing, I do not know what happened but I have a feeling that Paul has something to do with it, I-
All of a sudden, Susannah opened the door slowly and she looked at me wearily. I glanced at her and swore under my breath. Her clothes were all tattered and she was limping and she was leaning against the wall and her legs looked like gelatin.
"What happened?" I asked as I hurried to her.
She took one look at me with those beautiful green eyes that were full of sorrow and pain and then she said something that made my blood boil, "Paul" and then she fell into my arms. Her eyes were so hollow looking...My beautiful querida was weak and I lifted her back up and held her tightly. I closed my eyes and asked God for help. Paul es tales bastardo. Él debe quemarse en infierno ahora.
PAUL was responsible for this?! What did he do to my querida? Could he have- --no, even a demon wouldn't do such a thing, then I asked myself with a tremor in my voice,
"What did Paul do to you querida?" I felted the side of her face and then I looked at her closely.
She was bruised. Not all that badly but bruised the same. I glanced at her clothes and noticed that they were torn and she wasn't dressed properly, she wasn't wearing her...bra because you could see her bra through her blouse. Her hair was disheveled and she had a gaunt look about her. Then I knew, for this was how all the girls looked after they-
"Did he rape you?" I demanded. "Did Paul rape you, querida?"
I laid her on her bed and ran to the kitchen, grabbed ice, towels, and bruise patches then I ran back to comfort Susannah.
I looked her over again and noticed that her legs were rather far apart and she was clutching herself protectively even though it was obvious that she was very, very weak. I tried to put her legs together but then she gave a shriek and curled up into a ball.
I put a wet towel to Susannah's sweating neck and face. She was hyperventilating and I tried to soothe her. I laid her head against my chest and waited two hours. During the two hours, I placed the bruise patches on the bruises that were visible.
"Shhh...it's okay, I'm here now...everything's going to be okay."
All of a sudden, she spoke.
"No, it's not." She got up gingerly and looked me in the eye. "Nothing's okay. Jesse,"-a tear fell from her face-"Jesse, he did more than just rape me,"-I felt my heart sink, this was bad-"I'm, I'm not a," she burst into tears-"I'm not a Virgin anymore! Paul stole my virginity away from me! And I'm only seventeen! And he screwed me and kept doing it again and again and I didn't want him to but he kept on doing it and he killed me! And it hurts a lot and nothing's going to take the pain away! I'm scarred for life and he's probably going to do it again when I'm asleep! What will Father Dom say?"
I was shocked then I felt anger well up inside of me. Paul did this? Paul stole Susannah's virginity away?! Paul, Satan himself did it and I didn't even know? Now Susannah couldn't wear white on our wedding day? He, he stole my querida.
He really did win this time; he stole Susannah's virginity, body, soul, and life. He had done the most devastating thing to me, hurting my querida and taking away her virginity and leaving her to rot in misery! Curse Paul! Damn him! Send him to hell for this! I felt like ripping his head off. How could I be so stupid! How could Paul be such a bastardo! That, that- castigue para lo que él lo hizo!
"Susannah!" I croaked angrily. "He did? That BASTARDO! He should vaya al infierno!" I started swearing in Spanish only to make Susannah scream in pain and frustration. I quickly stopped my fuming.
"Susannah, I'm sorry about this, if Paul were here right now, I'd kill him. I'm sorry for not being there, forgive me. Susannah today wasn't supposed to be like this, Paul wasn't supposed to make love to you, I was-" I stopped talking and quickly said, "I was supposed to protect you, isn't that what a boyfriend's supposed to do?" I smiled and held her close. I almost revealed my true feelings for her. She smiled and put her arms around her waist and looked up. I saw tears well up inside her eyes and that broke my heart. I felt like shattered glass.
"Do you-"
Then David came.
"Suze, Mom made me give you this Pepto-Bismol for your cramp, are you alright? Anything else you request and I'll gladly get." Susannah smiled and said, "Can you get me MY Advil too? I think my period's back."
David nodded and left, leaving the bottle of pink liquid in our room.
"Are you bleeding anywhere?" I asked suddenly. She nodded weakly. "I got cut by the binds he tied around me."
What? He TIED HER UP? Paul, vaya al infierno!! I've never felt this anger before but then it was there. I kissed Susannah's face gently.
"Don't worry, the wounds will heal." And I meant that in a hundred ways. Then I bowed.
"I shall be your "servant" for the time being since you're in pain. Would you like anything?" I felt that the least I could do was fetch things and play dog until she got better.
"Well," she brightened up. "I need a bath. I feel dirty but I know the dirt won't come out."
"Should you tell your mom about this?" I asked.
She shook her head and I said, "Stay here, I'll get your bath started and I'll bring your pajamas. Bubbles or no bubbles?"
She laughed slightly and it made me feel a bit better. "Bubbles and get the candles, towel, and music ready please?"
I nodded willingly and bowed, "Always glad to please you."
"That's so sweet Jesse, thank you, I'm glad you're here and alive and well."
That made my insides squirm. Ignoring that, I turned on my heel and left Susannah, after I kissed her hand. I wanted to make her feel queenly.
Two minutes later, Susannah was in the jasmine bubble bath I had prepared for her. It wasn't too hot and not too cold. Just right... (That phrase reminded me of the stories I would tell my sisters)
I put the towel right next to her as she stood clothed, lit candles and blew out the match, dimmed the light, turned on music, put lotion and such next to her, bowed and left, locking the door and standing outside of it, making sure nothing bad happened.
"If you need me," I called, "I'm just outside the door."
"Thank you," she said, her voice cracking and I felt something clog my throat but I didn't know what it was. I had tried so many times to tell her that I loved her but I was such a coward, and Paul already claimed her. Was I too late? Did she not love me?
I didn't care. I sat outside her door, listening to her splashing around in the water and the music while I read the book, "Withering Heights" half- heartedly. I flipped the page and I heard Susannah crying softly. I felt myself drop the book and then I leaned against the wall.
Why her, why did she of all people get raped? Why me, why was I so madly in love with her that I would get images that Father Dominic would despise and send me to confession?
I listened to her cry and felt a weight inside of me. I wish I could comfort her; I wish I can stop the endless pain she feels. But I can't, all I can do is listen and watch, it's too late.
"Susannah, are you alright?" I called to her.
"I'm fine, just-just the smell of the candles are getting to my-head." I smiled. Brave Susannah will deny the inevitable and not admit her pain. Inedible
"Susannah, don't lie to me, do you honestly need anything? A drink, a book? What do you want?"
"No, I want someone that loves me, appreciates me and the fact that I'm a girl and someone who's kind and strong and-can you get me that?" she said softly, so quietly that I had to lean against the door just to hear her.
I felt myself shudder and open my mouth. I was going to reply when Susannah's mother burst into the room. I heard myself cursed under my breath in Spanish then I stopped as quickly as it came. I was just about to tell Susannah my true feelings for her!!
"Suzie? Are you in there? David told me your period was back, do you have pads in there?"
I heard Susannah groan and then I felt myself blush crimson. Susannah's mother looked at me and realized that I was there.
"Oh, hello Jesse, dear, can you go in there and check if Suzie's alright? She doesn't like me invading her privacy but she might like it if you do."
I turned an even deeper shade of red. Summoning as must courage as I could (I did not want to see Susannah after what that bastardo did to her), I said, "No thank you, I think Susannah's fine. Is dinner ready?"
"Yes, why don't you come on downstairs now?"
"It's okay, I'm waiting for Susannah."
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Suze's POV
Mothers. Even though the door is WAY far away from the tub, I could still hear the conversation perfectly.
My hair was tied up in a bun by Jesse and I closed my eyes as I listened to the music.
Ah...peace at last.
"...wish I could save the world, like I was super girl... The real me used to laugh all night lying in the grass just talkin' 'bout love, but lately I've been jaded, life got so complicated...but with you, I can let my hair down, I can say anything crazy, I know you'll catch me right before I hit the ground. With nothin' but a t-shirt on I never felt so beautiful baby as I do now, now that I'm with you..."
(A/N: I know, Jessica Simpson, oh well, it suits, at least most of the words do)
I love Jesse, he was being so helpful, getting my bath started and carrying me and everything, after what Paul did. Jesse seemed really upset; I hope he didn't burst a blood vessel. I heard Jesse shift around outside my door. How sweet! He was guarding me, I felt loved.
Maybe it's because I AM loved...
"...you speak and it's like a song and just like that all my walls come down, it's like a private joke, just meant for us to know...everybody else just fades away, sometimes it's hard to breathe, just knowing you found me...come and take me, love you, save me, like nobody else..."
I really do love Jesse, how can I tell him that?
"Susannah? Are you ready to come out now? You've been in there for three hours and I'm worried that you'll be so pruned that you'll look like a raisin. Get dress and I'll tuck you in before I eat."
I dipped my hands in the sudsy water and washed my face with a towel. I'm coming! I thought as I gingerly got up. I had even forgotten about the pain. I looked around and noticed something was missing; Jesse and I both forgot about one major issue, we didn't grab clothes for me!
Aw shit.
"Err, JESSE!" I called. I heard him drop his book and press his ear against the door.
"You called?" he joked.
"We forgot something."
"What?"
"My clothes."
"Oh, um, hold on. Wait-aren't they on the toilet?"
I glanced at the toilet, ten yards AWAY.
"Err, I can't reach them...and I can't get out of the tub due to the fact that my arms are bruised..."
I heard movement and Jesse come back to the door. "Can you walk to the door?" he asked.
I tried to support myself with my bruised arms but it didn't work. I slipped and went back in the water.
"Jesse, I can't, I-can't get up." I said as I coughed up water.
I noticed an odd silence. "Is the door locked?" Jesse asked meekly.
I squinted at the doorknob and it was. Shit...major shit...
"Do you have to come in?" I asked, I tried to get up again but it wasn't quite working. Gosh, hate being disabled!
"Err...I wish I were a ghost again right now, then I could help you, I didn't realize that you were THAT badly bruised, now the more the reason why I should kill Paul, that bastardo. And I had five sisters so I know how to help you."
"NO! DON'T Say THAT you want to be a GHOST!" I shrieked. "Just, just come in, I'll use the towel and cover myself up, um, the spare key is over in the closet ledge. Grab it, come in, and hand me my PJs that are on the toilet."
I heard Jesse mutter a quick okay and leave. I sighed, covered my body with a towel and closed my eyes. What next, my towel slips or what?
Then the door burst and in came Jesse.
"Querida, you alright?" he asked. He rushed over to the toilet, grabbed my PJs and then carried me out of the tub. "Can you stand?" he asked.
I tried and fell, only to be caught by Jesse. (...I know you'll catch me right before I hit the ground, with nothing but a t-shirt on, I never felt so beautiful, baby as I do now, now that I'm with you...) And then chaos struck. As Jesse caught me, my towel loosened slightly to reveal a BIG bruise above my chest (Luckily, the towel didn't slip so much has to show the one on my breast)
I heard Jesse suck in his breath. "NOMBRE DE DIOS, SUSANNAH!! What did he DO to you?!" with that, without me putting on my clothes (which were supposed to have the aid of Jesse since my mom couldn't know about this and couldn't dress me) he hauled me to his bed. (NOT LIKE THAT! More in a brotherly way)
He was f-u-m-i-n-g! I swear, he was cussing in Spanish but I was enjoying it all the same. "NOMBRE DE DIOS, Susannah, why didn't you tell me this before? Where else are the bruises? Tell me before I look myself, I had five sisters and I would take care of them no matter the circumstances, I know that they all..." he ran into the bathroom and came out with this weird paste thingy. What is he, my mother?
"Chill Jesse, chill, okay, I just have bruises all over me, okay? And they hurt like heck. What are you going to do? I mean, it's okay, I can take a little pain-" I winced as I tried to move. "Ouch!!"
"I should get your mother, Susannah, where are they?" he was shuffling stuff around.
"Um, two are in the un-namable places, the rest are too, and they cover my WHOLE body."
I heard Jesse groan then he looked up and muttered, "Dios,"
Then to me he said, "I'm getting your mother."
"NOOO! I can't just say that I fell off my bike! She will NOT believe me, especially if they cover my chest."
Jesse was trying everything. "Um, can you cover yourself in this paste?"
I tried to flap my arms but they hurt so much that I stopped and grimaced.
"Can't, it hurts a lot."
Jesse turned red. "I'm getting a stick."
He opened the window and crawled out, and came back seconds later with a BRANCH.
"Are you trying to whip me?" I asked bewildered.
"No, no, I'm trying to help you." HELP ME?!
"Okay..."
He used his pocketknife and whittle away wood on the end so that it was flatter than the rest of the branch.
He quickly shut his eyes, tied a handkerchief around his eyes (Why do guys nowadays not want to see me in the buff? Especially Jesse, huh?) And he grabbed the stick after he applied that freaky paste on it and poked my shin tensely.
"Because I do not want to invade your privacy, you have to tell me where the stick is so then I can apply the lotion."
I nodded, then realized that he couldn't see me to I said, "Okay, you are poking the bruise on my shin." I tightened the towel around me. (In case you didn't know, I was sitting up) "Okay, if it's one of your limbs, I'll just apply it myself." He mumbled and took off the hankie quickly and started to rub in the lotion. "I'm supposed to do this to all your bruises but..." his voice trailed off. The lotion was working; my shin didn't ach as bad but it still hurt even the bruise was going away!
"YAY! Maybe I can still make it to the party..." I thought.
I watched Jesse dedicatedly apply the lotion on both my legs, then my neck (He smothered my whole body with that thing) face, arms, everywhere that wasn't covered with the towel. Then came the question; who was going to apply it onto the "other" parts? The lotion was working; just it still was hard to move my limbs.
"There, now you'll be able to move and the bruises should go away soon, did I miss anything?" Jesse said, his eyes very bright and beautiful and his hair very crisp looking...
SNAP OUT OF IT.
"Err; yeah, as a matter of fact, you forgot the other parts that you can't see." I said as I tried to get up. I did for three seconds, and then I fell back onto his bed. Joy...
"Oh, well can you wear a bathing suit at the least?" he asked. He was kneeling in front of me and I had the perfect view of his abs...
STOP IT THIS INSTANT!
"I'll try..." I replied.
He took me to the bathroom, handed me my new green bikini and closed the door. I put it on with quite a bit of effort and twenty minutes later, I came (more like limped) out. (Hey, don't blame me if I can't move any muscle of mine, all cause of *cough* BASTARD)
Jesse seemed to be in a state of shock as I came out. He didn't realize that he just tipped over something which is very odd of him since he normally is calm and collected.
"Jesse, you okay?" I asked with a touch of concern.
"No-no, it's-jus-just that, you, you look nice even though you have all those, bruises because of...him." He stuttered. I raised an eyebrow, the only thing that seemed to move without pain when I wanted it to.
Jesse turned red and grabbed the cream and told me to lie down and that I would not feel a thing in his soothing voice.
And I trusted him. I lay down on my stomach as he applied the cream gently and rubbed it into my skin on my back, my legs, then he made me do the private *cough* *cough*. It was a nice massage, especially since Jesse was the masseur. (LOOK IT UP IF YOU DON'T KNOW!!!)
Talk about charitable!
"Thanks Jesse," I murmured.
"Your welcome, querida, get some rest, you want to make it to the party, don't you?"
I yawned and looked at the clock. 12:57 p.m.
"Yeah, I guess, good night," I said and I fell asleep, on Jesse's comfy, warm bed.
I wondered where Jesse was going to sleep.
What was weird was that I was in my skimpy bikini, and that I felt weight to my left, a kiss on my lips, and then a presence near me.
Hmm, was that true?
Or was that just what I wanted to happen?
Must have been my imagination, right?
Clearly I was wrong when I woke up the next morning for there was Jesse; sound asleep next to me with his arms around my waist.
How sweet,
All that massaging must have tired him out.
I checked the clock, it was 1:36 a.m. and I decided to get some more sleep. I snuggled against Jesse's warm chest and felt him shift around and then I fell asleep, to see Jesse's face inches away from mine.
Before I fell asleep, I heard Jesse mumble, "I love you querida."
I guess he got the habit from me.
Wait...did he just say that?!
Or, no, could he have said that?!
I don't believe it...I wish I recorded that, what's he dreaming?
I was about to ask, then I realized that he was asleep so I decided to wait. I cuddled back into the blankets and fell asleep.
A/N: Well, how does it sound? Hey authors, how do you do the italics and bolds and underlines and stuff? I can't do IT!!! WAH, NO!! Anyway, press the little button that says Go and type a review, I'm desperate!!!!
Twelve pages, TWELVE! God, see how much I have to do for you people that read this? And I spent like, three days typing this and getting ideas! If I don't get another review I'll kill...starting with...___