Ch 20
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Ch 20
I was in a state of shock. Jesse had proposed.
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'"Look, you can do all the hanging around you want, "amigo". Slack away, I don't really care. But you can't do it here."
"Jesse."
"What?"
You called me amigo. I thought you might like to know I have a name. It's Jesse."
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'"We need to talk."
Suddenly, I didn't feel so relaxed anymore. In fact I sprang to my feet. I don't know why but my heart started beating very fast.'
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"Susannah? Are you alright? Are you upset?"
I was overcome by emotions. I nodded, not trusting my voice. "I-I-I accept your proposal, just no one can know, for now."
Jesse had turned around to stare into the pond but then he turned back around to face me. Jesse looked surprise, then nodded happily and rushed over to me and kissed me softly.
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Jesse's POV
(A/N: Haven't done other POV's in a LONG time)
Susannah had said yes. She had agreed to marry me after college. I could barely contain myself.
Susannah was to be my future wife. Nothing could happen to stop that, nothing at all.
We both walked arm in arm to our room yet I had a feeling of foreboding, as if someone were watching us. But we were too happy to care about this when I mentioned it to Susannah.
As we walked closer to the door, I saw a note saying that we had to wear what they provided us with.
"Is this true?" I asked Susannah.
She nodded and said, "We don't have to, but they didn't claim that they'll be doing check-ups which I find,"-I cut her off.
"Did you read the entire note? 'WE WILL BE DOING CHECK-UPS as soon as we are situated."
She continued her sentence differently. "Absurd. Like parents like daughter..."
I resisted the urge to laugh.
We both went into our room to see what we had to wear and I gasped slightly when I saw what I had to wear, then at what Susannah had to wear.
I was supposed to wear a pair of...boxers and they were really loose, like what a rogue would wear. No shirt. So I was supposed to sleep on the same bed with Susannah without a shirt? How disgraceful.
Susannah had to wear a..."measly nightgown" (It looked like what a whore would wear) that didn't even cover her knees. It was white and...different.
I lifted up the pair of boxers. "Am I supposed to wear this, NOW?"
Susannah giggled softly. "Yeah, I guess. Are they encouraging our relationship or something?"
I frowned slightly. "I'm not putting this on-"
I was cut off short by pounding on the door.
"OPEN UP, ITS KELLY HERE TO INSPECT IF YOU'RE WEARING THE CLOTHES WE PROVIDED, IF YOU REFUSE I'M GOING TO PUT IT ON FOR YOU, WHICH I WON'T MIND, AS LONG AS YOU'RE A HOTTIE and a GUY!"
"I guess we have to. OKAY, we'll put it on ourselves thank you." Susannah shouted. She ran into the bathroom just as Kelly unlocked the door with her keys. She looked around, seeing that Susannah was in the bathroom and smiled coyly.
"Are you busy?" She asked. I looked around nervously. Dios, a bed, a room, a lock, I was stuck with a "slut" and Susannah was in the bathroom and this girl was supposed to put on my pants if I didn't have them on. Not very good...
Before I knew it, Kelly had flung herself on me and I felt myself keel over with all the weight and I flopped onto the bed. Kelly pounced on me with the boxers I was supposed to wear.
"Kelly, what are you doing? Get off me!" I shouted angrily. I got up only to be greeted by Kelly's mouth that tasted bitter against my lips.
Susannah was the one I loved, no one else. No one could seduce me to that level...
"Shhh...it's okay, I'm good at it, and I promise to try to keep my hands to myself." She whispered and she looked at my zipper, reached for it and I quickly got up.
"Kelly, don't do this, you are an honorable Catholic. Don't do anything you'll regret..." I stared in horror as I watched Kelly change before my eyes. She became
Crissi
"YOU!" I shouted angrily and I got up. I was ready to fight her...wait; I couldn't fight a lady, no matter the circumstances.
My shoulders slumped in frustration. I really did want to slam that face into the wall for what she did to Susannah. She plotted against us. "What do you want?" I asked her furiously.
Because of her my Susannah is hurt, she is no longer a virgin and it's not because of the one that truly loves her. She is wounded and yet has forgotten about it. Which is good but does she understand the seriousness of this? Father Dom would kill Paul-wait, I would before he did.
I eyed her clothing articles and she was wearing tights that resembled fishnets, a skirt that went higher than the negligee Susannah had to wear, a shirt that was ripped in various places, revealing things that I thought my eyes couldn't bear, and she was wearing a necklace that mocked God.
"Yes, me, now let's get to business. You know what I want, and that is for you to fu** me. Is that so much to ask? If you don't I'll hurt that "querida" of yours, maybe by shooting her or stabbing her and-"
Before I knew it, I had hit her. She went against the wall and clutched her shoulder. "YOU HIT ME AGAIN!"
And then I hit her again. I hadn't lost my temper in a long time but it was because of the situation. She threatened my querida. No one does that in front of me. I was about to hit her again when I heard Susannah unlocking the bathroom door.
I jabbed a finger in Crissi's face. "You come back, harm Susannah or anyone of us and I will hurt you enough so that you'll lose most of the feeling in your body." I (I didn't sound like myself at all) threatened and I threw her out the door and shut it, just as Susannah came out wearing the negligee and I felt my mouth drop.
Although this isn't a very Christian thought, I had to admit that Susannah looked beautiful wearing that. It was a little too high and revealing for my liking but Kelly's rules were rules. Susannah had her long, beautiful hair thrown to a side casually and her emerald eyes shone brightly as she held her beautiful green dress and items in her hands. She was wearing slippers and she looked around.
I felt a strange urge to do something but I mentally scolded myself.
Do NOT think of unholy thoughts...I said to myself.
"Where's Kelly?" she asked.
I blinked.
"Oh, she had to leave." I looked at Susannah's beautiful face and I gulped. I felt my Adam's apple move but it was hard to breath.
What would she do if I tried to make love to her...STOP it Jesse, Father Dominic would never forgive you if you did something to her! STOP IT! Is this what love does to a person?
Why am I thinking this? I've never thoughts these things about a woman.
I mentally did the sign of the cross.
I stood up and looked away from her, scared that I wouldn't be able to control my emotions anymore. She already was burdened with Paul hurting her; I didn't want to hurt her either. She wasn't a virgin anymore and it was my entire fault.
I needed a book, an enormously thick book...to take my mind off her...
It was a little difficult since the mirror was in front of me and I still could see Susannah.
"Jesse is something wrong?" she asked in that mystical voice of hers. I took several breaths before I replied.
"No, n-noth--nothing's----right—I-- mean-wrong, everything's-- perfect. I just need to change into the clothes before Kelly comes back."
And then I grabbed the boxers and quickly ran into the bathroom, tripping once and criticizing myself, I shut the door. I leaned against the door and thought, "What am I going to do? How am I going to make it tonight because of the feelings I feel for Susannah Simon?
"God help me."
Suze's POV
Jesse was acting very odd. He was avoiding eye contact and was STUTTERING which is very odd of him to do. I read his thoughts and caught a bit:
...Love to her...STOP it Jesse, Father Dominic would never forgive you if you did something to her!
What did this mean?
He finally ended up RUNNING into the bathroom at full speed (If I had a speed-gun thingy he'd probably be going twenty miles.) tripped (SO UNLIKE HIM) and shut the door. I looked at myself in the mirror thingy self- consciously.
I probably scared Jesse so much that he left running. I chuckled bitterly. That's probably why.
I looked at myself one last time in the mirror. In truth, I did look pretty sexy, I mean, my hair was really cool looking and the lip gloss was still on. I looked good...
"Wonder if Adam and CeeCee are having fun..." I smiled. I had a mental image of CeeCee pouncing on Adam and they both go flying off, I suppose they booked the water bed.
Everything was so perfect...I had even forgot about what Paul had done to me so recently.
Paul
He screwed me and I forgot about it. Why am I thinking of him?
I felt a cold sensation start from my feet and finally went to my head. I started to walk to the dresser when a sudden pain shot through my legs and my stomach.
I had one bad thought, "I'm not a virgin. Jesse isn't going to be my first."
I felt something trickle down my cheek and I looked in the mirror. I was crying, only slightly. Two tears fell from each of my eyes. I didn't bother wiping it.
Jesse loved me and I knew it.
Why did I feel so sad?
Today was supposed to be happy, Jesse proposed, I said yes, everything's all good, right?
Why is Paul a party pooper?
That song, My Immortal, it kept playing in my head.
I heard movement behind me and I spun around to see Jesse.
My gaze went down to his abs and I quickly wiped away my tears. Jesse was here to comfort me. He was a gift from heaven. It was just a one shot that I found the perfect guy so soon.
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(A/N: SAPPY MOMENT GONE! Hehe...)
Jesse was too hot for his own good. He had that thin layer of hair on his chest and I gulped.
"Querida, are you alright? Why are you crying?" Jesse asked me quietly. I didn't hear him because my gaze went up and down his chest.
He had a major six pack.
Funny how I think about his chest and six pack in a crisis like this.
I was about to talk when the door knocked again.
It was Kelly. She opened the door and walked smartly in.
"I'm here to see if you followed the rules, I want at least ten people to have done it today, especially you two, I've placed bets that you two were going to do it. Did you?"
She eyed us both and figured that we didn't.
"Kelly, can you go now?" I asked quietly. She studied us both and shrugged. "I guess, I mean, you followed the rules so I go now."
As she left, in an undertone, she said to Jesse, "Do her good and if you don't, here's my phone number."
I felt my insides squirm angrily as she handed him her phone number and looked at his chest.
Jesse shut the door on her face.
"So, where were we?" he asked smiling slightly.
I smiled back. "I don't know, I've been reminded of what Paul did to me. My arse still hurts too."
Jesse smiled sadly. "I can't help you there." But I read his thoughts and they were, "I wish I could but that wouldn't help at all".
I wanted Jesse to spend to night with me but I figured we weren't married yet so I'd wait, if Paul screws me one time I'm going to do it with Jesse, I promised myself.
"I'm tired," I gave a fake yawn. "Let's get to bed."
Jesse nodded and let me snuggle into the comfy sheets first, and then he joined me. Jesse wasn't the type to do things while I was sleeping, I trusted him completely, and so much that I'd jump off a cliff if he told me it was safe.
I rolled over and I felt his arms go around my waist. "We are girlfriend boyfriend, right?" he joked.
"Yeah..." I said breathlessly. I just noticed how close I was to him. I could feel his chest against the back of my nightgown thingy.
I turned my head just a little bit and I saw Jesse's eyes, wide open staring at me in admiration.
"Goodnight, querida."
"Goodnight, Jesse."
I snuggled against his chest, feeling safe, calm and relaxed.
If only my dreams were like that.
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Dreams...they can be good...or bad...
I was walking in the hall again, except I was being followed. I spun around, only to see fog. Where was everyone?
I heard a sudden swish and I turned my head to see a shadow. It went through one of the doors to me. The shadow loomed closer and I recoiled in fear. It was coming for me!
Closer...closer...closer...until I could ALMOST see his face...who was he?
I boldly stepped forward, only to turn around and run as if they devil was after me, in truth, he was.
"SUZE, WAIT!"
I looked behind me and he was catching up. He was a foot away, and then he tackled me and flung me to the ground. I was on my chest. I felt the wind get knocked out of me and I groaned. He sat on me so I couldn't budge.
"Miss me Suze?" he cackled. His breath tingled my ear.
"Go away!" I screamed and I tried to get away but he weighed a lot for a slim guy.
Jesse, save me!
"Don't worry, it'll be quick," he rasped and started to unzip his pants. He then started on me. I screamed and kicked him and when he rolled off me, I ran, only to have him grab my leg.
"Not so fast, SUZE!" he screamed. I shrieked back and kicked his face, and then I ran as far away as I could.
Which way, which way?
Doors, doors, oh, don't go into the light, door, door...
This guy was right behind me and I couldn't get out. I heard feet pound on the ground and I knew he was close, too close. I closed my eyes and tried to picture where I was but I didn't know what my room looked like. The room I was staying in at Kelly's party. Where I was safe in Jesse's arms, where I was cuddled against Jesse's warm chest, where I would be welcomed and honored...
I felt myself trip and I landed hard on my hands. They stung in return as I climbed back up, but I was whacked in the head.
"Gotcha Suze...you aren't as good as you claim, huh," he said mischievously and pulled me up by my brown hair. I winced in pain as he turned me to face him.
It was Paul.
"Miss me Suze?" he sneered and kissed me on the lips. I tried to punch him but he had pinned my arms to my side and he was out of my "kicking point". I tried to aim for where it hurts but he was too quick for me.
"Let me go!" I yelled as he pushed me onto the ground. I did NOT want to make-out here with him, at all, not ever...
He sat on my waist and started to fool around with my tank top straps. He put his hand on my neck and slid it down, down, down...
"STOP!"
With the last bit of energy I have, I kick him (Hey, I'm double jointed, remember?) and I took off, with my tank top strap hanging off my shoulders and my shorts slipping off me.
Doors...my only chance of getting out...
I reach for one of them...
"NO SUZE NO!!!!!!! STOP, DON'T DO THAT!!!!! DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!!!!!!!"
Whatever.
*END OF DREAM*
Jesse's POV
I couldn't sleep because I heard a strange shuffling noise, so when Susannah fell asleep, I got out of bed and stared out the window. Such a lovely day...
I took out the ring I gave to her as a token of my love from a chest. It glimmered in the moonlight as I moved it around to catch the light.
Beauty, wonder...
I looked at Susannah and saw that her night gown had shifted up so that it showed her undergarments. Even thought no one saw that I had seen, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
"Jesse, what a dishonest thing to do, thinking such unholy thoughts about Susannah! And looking at her underclothes! You deserve a switching." I heard my mother's voice fill the room and I winced slightly.
Dead. All dead. My family. Everyone I knew from my past, before I had died.
I went to Susannah's side and delicately covered her thigh again. I saw her sigh angrily and I studied her face.
It looked troubled.
I continued studying her. She was so beautiful...did she deserve me? A man who was dead long before she was born? But I am alive now, I have blood, I have a home, I have a life...
She was so precious to me; I only wanted the best for her. If she ever wanted me to do anything, would I?
Before I could do anything to offend both of us, since the temptation was too great, I opened the window, grabbed a coat, put on some shorts, and went outside.
It was actually not that cold. But should I have left her? I looked up at our window and noticed strange movements.
Must be my imagination.
It wasn't, since the scream I heard wasn't.
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Suze's POV
I woke up, feeling my forehead. It was sweaty and yet the window was open, letting a cool breeze in.
WHY did I wake up?
CREAK.
What the heck was that?
I looked around and a cold hand covered my mouth and a knife was pressed to my throat.
"Miss me Suze?" he cackled.
Shit.
I felt the knife trail down my throat to my neck, then to my chest. The person jerked my head up and I saw Paul.
"What are you doing here, Paul?" I said but it sounded like, "Whout r woo wooing weer, Whual?"
"I'm here to do what I was supposed to do all along, Suze, face it. You and I, we were meant to be together. I don't know how Jesse came to life but he just did, but that wasn't supposed to happen. WE were destiny, can't you face it?"
Yeah, lecture me will you? Well I'm scared of you, Paul; face it, I HATE YOU!
I felt his hand flutter down to my neck and I shivered slightly. He was scary; those eyes of his were freaking me out!
"Oh yeah?" I snarled angrily. "Who would you know? What, you can travel to the future or something?"
Paul looked thoughtful. "Something close to that...Suze, I could teach you so much, just let me; I swear I'll leave my hands off you, and Jesse."
Jesse, where was he? Don't tell me Kelly and her girls got a hold on him. "Sure, okay, I believe you, not. Just leave me alone, I can deal with my own problems, and one of them is you. Just leave me alone Paul!"
"Nuh-uh, sorry Suze, you see, you may want ME to leave, but what if I don't WANT to leave?" His eyes traveled over my nightgown and I pulled the covers over me.
Suze, be scared, be very, very, scared...
I sat up straight. "Oh yeah? Well sorry, go screw around with another girl in another room since this is MY room and I want YOU to get OUT."
I got out of bed and pushed him to the door. "I SAID OUT!"
Then he was out the door. How easy. I made it seem like what he did to me was no biggie. But it was, but I've tried SO hard not to let it show...
I locked the door and as I turned around I felt arms go around my waist and haul me to my bed. I was upside down and I felt my gown thingy go...
I started screaming my head off.
I saw Paul and I glared at him. "What are you doing to me? LET go!"
He ignored me and tossed me onto the bed I shared with Jesse.
"Where's lover boy?" he asked and I quickly got off the bed.
"For your information, he is OUT on a walk," Somewhere, I wanted to add but I didn't think that was necessary.
Avoid the bed Suze, avoid Paul, avoid the bathroom and you'll be okay!
Paul reached for me and then I kicked him hard. He hit the ground and I started punching him.
It felt so good; I left my punching bag at home so I guessed it was nice to have a human punching bag once in a while.
"Hey-just-because-I-seem-like-a-wuss (A/N: I don't know HOW to spell that!)-Doesn't-mean-that-I-am. I AM so FREAKING mad that you screwed me! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING WHEN YOU RAPED ME! YOU ARE A FREAKING BAS-"
Punch, punch, kick, swing-around and kick, slam, kick, you get the picture, in other words, I was in over the edge.
All of a sudden, Jesse ran into the room. "Querida, are you okay? Need any..." he stopped as he saw Paul. I know, a guy in a woman's sleeping quarters. How disgraceful.
"Oh no Jesse, I'm fine. I've got this under control!"
Punch, punch...
I lifted him up (Okay, tried, I was about to toss him in the air but he weighs a lot!) but then dropped him anyway.
When I thought he was through, I turned around to face Jesse. I brushed hair out of my face.
"So, you were saying?" I asked.
Jesse didn't say anything. I was about to, but then I heard a cutting noise and I had a bad feeling about this...I felt a lot of fabric leave my body and I looked down to see that...gown thingy.
Good news: I was wearing a nice, pink bra with matching underwear.
Bad news: Paul was there; he unhooked the bra and threw me out the window, like in Charlie's Angels.
Other okay news: Jesse was there to save the day and half-kill Paul. But he had to see me, AGAIN.
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Ch 20
I was in a state of shock. Jesse had proposed.
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'"Look, you can do all the hanging around you want, "amigo". Slack away, I don't really care. But you can't do it here."
"Jesse."
"What?"
You called me amigo. I thought you might like to know I have a name. It's Jesse."
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'"We need to talk."
Suddenly, I didn't feel so relaxed anymore. In fact I sprang to my feet. I don't know why but my heart started beating very fast.'
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"Susannah? Are you alright? Are you upset?"
I was overcome by emotions. I nodded, not trusting my voice. "I-I-I accept your proposal, just no one can know, for now."
Jesse had turned around to stare into the pond but then he turned back around to face me. Jesse looked surprise, then nodded happily and rushed over to me and kissed me softly.
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Jesse's POV
(A/N: Haven't done other POV's in a LONG time)
Susannah had said yes. She had agreed to marry me after college. I could barely contain myself.
Susannah was to be my future wife. Nothing could happen to stop that, nothing at all.
We both walked arm in arm to our room yet I had a feeling of foreboding, as if someone were watching us. But we were too happy to care about this when I mentioned it to Susannah.
As we walked closer to the door, I saw a note saying that we had to wear what they provided us with.
"Is this true?" I asked Susannah.
She nodded and said, "We don't have to, but they didn't claim that they'll be doing check-ups which I find,"-I cut her off.
"Did you read the entire note? 'WE WILL BE DOING CHECK-UPS as soon as we are situated."
She continued her sentence differently. "Absurd. Like parents like daughter..."
I resisted the urge to laugh.
We both went into our room to see what we had to wear and I gasped slightly when I saw what I had to wear, then at what Susannah had to wear.
I was supposed to wear a pair of...boxers and they were really loose, like what a rogue would wear. No shirt. So I was supposed to sleep on the same bed with Susannah without a shirt? How disgraceful.
Susannah had to wear a..."measly nightgown" (It looked like what a whore would wear) that didn't even cover her knees. It was white and...different.
I lifted up the pair of boxers. "Am I supposed to wear this, NOW?"
Susannah giggled softly. "Yeah, I guess. Are they encouraging our relationship or something?"
I frowned slightly. "I'm not putting this on-"
I was cut off short by pounding on the door.
"OPEN UP, ITS KELLY HERE TO INSPECT IF YOU'RE WEARING THE CLOTHES WE PROVIDED, IF YOU REFUSE I'M GOING TO PUT IT ON FOR YOU, WHICH I WON'T MIND, AS LONG AS YOU'RE A HOTTIE and a GUY!"
"I guess we have to. OKAY, we'll put it on ourselves thank you." Susannah shouted. She ran into the bathroom just as Kelly unlocked the door with her keys. She looked around, seeing that Susannah was in the bathroom and smiled coyly.
"Are you busy?" She asked. I looked around nervously. Dios, a bed, a room, a lock, I was stuck with a "slut" and Susannah was in the bathroom and this girl was supposed to put on my pants if I didn't have them on. Not very good...
Before I knew it, Kelly had flung herself on me and I felt myself keel over with all the weight and I flopped onto the bed. Kelly pounced on me with the boxers I was supposed to wear.
"Kelly, what are you doing? Get off me!" I shouted angrily. I got up only to be greeted by Kelly's mouth that tasted bitter against my lips.
Susannah was the one I loved, no one else. No one could seduce me to that level...
"Shhh...it's okay, I'm good at it, and I promise to try to keep my hands to myself." She whispered and she looked at my zipper, reached for it and I quickly got up.
"Kelly, don't do this, you are an honorable Catholic. Don't do anything you'll regret..." I stared in horror as I watched Kelly change before my eyes. She became
Crissi
"YOU!" I shouted angrily and I got up. I was ready to fight her...wait; I couldn't fight a lady, no matter the circumstances.
My shoulders slumped in frustration. I really did want to slam that face into the wall for what she did to Susannah. She plotted against us. "What do you want?" I asked her furiously.
Because of her my Susannah is hurt, she is no longer a virgin and it's not because of the one that truly loves her. She is wounded and yet has forgotten about it. Which is good but does she understand the seriousness of this? Father Dom would kill Paul-wait, I would before he did.
I eyed her clothing articles and she was wearing tights that resembled fishnets, a skirt that went higher than the negligee Susannah had to wear, a shirt that was ripped in various places, revealing things that I thought my eyes couldn't bear, and she was wearing a necklace that mocked God.
"Yes, me, now let's get to business. You know what I want, and that is for you to fu** me. Is that so much to ask? If you don't I'll hurt that "querida" of yours, maybe by shooting her or stabbing her and-"
Before I knew it, I had hit her. She went against the wall and clutched her shoulder. "YOU HIT ME AGAIN!"
And then I hit her again. I hadn't lost my temper in a long time but it was because of the situation. She threatened my querida. No one does that in front of me. I was about to hit her again when I heard Susannah unlocking the bathroom door.
I jabbed a finger in Crissi's face. "You come back, harm Susannah or anyone of us and I will hurt you enough so that you'll lose most of the feeling in your body." I (I didn't sound like myself at all) threatened and I threw her out the door and shut it, just as Susannah came out wearing the negligee and I felt my mouth drop.
Although this isn't a very Christian thought, I had to admit that Susannah looked beautiful wearing that. It was a little too high and revealing for my liking but Kelly's rules were rules. Susannah had her long, beautiful hair thrown to a side casually and her emerald eyes shone brightly as she held her beautiful green dress and items in her hands. She was wearing slippers and she looked around.
I felt a strange urge to do something but I mentally scolded myself.
Do NOT think of unholy thoughts...I said to myself.
"Where's Kelly?" she asked.
I blinked.
"Oh, she had to leave." I looked at Susannah's beautiful face and I gulped. I felt my Adam's apple move but it was hard to breath.
What would she do if I tried to make love to her...STOP it Jesse, Father Dominic would never forgive you if you did something to her! STOP IT! Is this what love does to a person?
Why am I thinking this? I've never thoughts these things about a woman.
I mentally did the sign of the cross.
I stood up and looked away from her, scared that I wouldn't be able to control my emotions anymore. She already was burdened with Paul hurting her; I didn't want to hurt her either. She wasn't a virgin anymore and it was my entire fault.
I needed a book, an enormously thick book...to take my mind off her...
It was a little difficult since the mirror was in front of me and I still could see Susannah.
"Jesse is something wrong?" she asked in that mystical voice of hers. I took several breaths before I replied.
"No, n-noth--nothing's----right—I-- mean-wrong, everything's-- perfect. I just need to change into the clothes before Kelly comes back."
And then I grabbed the boxers and quickly ran into the bathroom, tripping once and criticizing myself, I shut the door. I leaned against the door and thought, "What am I going to do? How am I going to make it tonight because of the feelings I feel for Susannah Simon?
"God help me."
Suze's POV
Jesse was acting very odd. He was avoiding eye contact and was STUTTERING which is very odd of him to do. I read his thoughts and caught a bit:
...Love to her...STOP it Jesse, Father Dominic would never forgive you if you did something to her!
What did this mean?
He finally ended up RUNNING into the bathroom at full speed (If I had a speed-gun thingy he'd probably be going twenty miles.) tripped (SO UNLIKE HIM) and shut the door. I looked at myself in the mirror thingy self- consciously.
I probably scared Jesse so much that he left running. I chuckled bitterly. That's probably why.
I looked at myself one last time in the mirror. In truth, I did look pretty sexy, I mean, my hair was really cool looking and the lip gloss was still on. I looked good...
"Wonder if Adam and CeeCee are having fun..." I smiled. I had a mental image of CeeCee pouncing on Adam and they both go flying off, I suppose they booked the water bed.
Everything was so perfect...I had even forgot about what Paul had done to me so recently.
Paul
He screwed me and I forgot about it. Why am I thinking of him?
I felt a cold sensation start from my feet and finally went to my head. I started to walk to the dresser when a sudden pain shot through my legs and my stomach.
I had one bad thought, "I'm not a virgin. Jesse isn't going to be my first."
I felt something trickle down my cheek and I looked in the mirror. I was crying, only slightly. Two tears fell from each of my eyes. I didn't bother wiping it.
Jesse loved me and I knew it.
Why did I feel so sad?
Today was supposed to be happy, Jesse proposed, I said yes, everything's all good, right?
Why is Paul a party pooper?
That song, My Immortal, it kept playing in my head.
I heard movement behind me and I spun around to see Jesse.
My gaze went down to his abs and I quickly wiped away my tears. Jesse was here to comfort me. He was a gift from heaven. It was just a one shot that I found the perfect guy so soon.
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(A/N: SAPPY MOMENT GONE! Hehe...)
Jesse was too hot for his own good. He had that thin layer of hair on his chest and I gulped.
"Querida, are you alright? Why are you crying?" Jesse asked me quietly. I didn't hear him because my gaze went up and down his chest.
He had a major six pack.
Funny how I think about his chest and six pack in a crisis like this.
I was about to talk when the door knocked again.
It was Kelly. She opened the door and walked smartly in.
"I'm here to see if you followed the rules, I want at least ten people to have done it today, especially you two, I've placed bets that you two were going to do it. Did you?"
She eyed us both and figured that we didn't.
"Kelly, can you go now?" I asked quietly. She studied us both and shrugged. "I guess, I mean, you followed the rules so I go now."
As she left, in an undertone, she said to Jesse, "Do her good and if you don't, here's my phone number."
I felt my insides squirm angrily as she handed him her phone number and looked at his chest.
Jesse shut the door on her face.
"So, where were we?" he asked smiling slightly.
I smiled back. "I don't know, I've been reminded of what Paul did to me. My arse still hurts too."
Jesse smiled sadly. "I can't help you there." But I read his thoughts and they were, "I wish I could but that wouldn't help at all".
I wanted Jesse to spend to night with me but I figured we weren't married yet so I'd wait, if Paul screws me one time I'm going to do it with Jesse, I promised myself.
"I'm tired," I gave a fake yawn. "Let's get to bed."
Jesse nodded and let me snuggle into the comfy sheets first, and then he joined me. Jesse wasn't the type to do things while I was sleeping, I trusted him completely, and so much that I'd jump off a cliff if he told me it was safe.
I rolled over and I felt his arms go around my waist. "We are girlfriend boyfriend, right?" he joked.
"Yeah..." I said breathlessly. I just noticed how close I was to him. I could feel his chest against the back of my nightgown thingy.
I turned my head just a little bit and I saw Jesse's eyes, wide open staring at me in admiration.
"Goodnight, querida."
"Goodnight, Jesse."
I snuggled against his chest, feeling safe, calm and relaxed.
If only my dreams were like that.
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Dreams...they can be good...or bad...
I was walking in the hall again, except I was being followed. I spun around, only to see fog. Where was everyone?
I heard a sudden swish and I turned my head to see a shadow. It went through one of the doors to me. The shadow loomed closer and I recoiled in fear. It was coming for me!
Closer...closer...closer...until I could ALMOST see his face...who was he?
I boldly stepped forward, only to turn around and run as if they devil was after me, in truth, he was.
"SUZE, WAIT!"
I looked behind me and he was catching up. He was a foot away, and then he tackled me and flung me to the ground. I was on my chest. I felt the wind get knocked out of me and I groaned. He sat on me so I couldn't budge.
"Miss me Suze?" he cackled. His breath tingled my ear.
"Go away!" I screamed and I tried to get away but he weighed a lot for a slim guy.
Jesse, save me!
"Don't worry, it'll be quick," he rasped and started to unzip his pants. He then started on me. I screamed and kicked him and when he rolled off me, I ran, only to have him grab my leg.
"Not so fast, SUZE!" he screamed. I shrieked back and kicked his face, and then I ran as far away as I could.
Which way, which way?
Doors, doors, oh, don't go into the light, door, door...
This guy was right behind me and I couldn't get out. I heard feet pound on the ground and I knew he was close, too close. I closed my eyes and tried to picture where I was but I didn't know what my room looked like. The room I was staying in at Kelly's party. Where I was safe in Jesse's arms, where I was cuddled against Jesse's warm chest, where I would be welcomed and honored...
I felt myself trip and I landed hard on my hands. They stung in return as I climbed back up, but I was whacked in the head.
"Gotcha Suze...you aren't as good as you claim, huh," he said mischievously and pulled me up by my brown hair. I winced in pain as he turned me to face him.
It was Paul.
"Miss me Suze?" he sneered and kissed me on the lips. I tried to punch him but he had pinned my arms to my side and he was out of my "kicking point". I tried to aim for where it hurts but he was too quick for me.
"Let me go!" I yelled as he pushed me onto the ground. I did NOT want to make-out here with him, at all, not ever...
He sat on my waist and started to fool around with my tank top straps. He put his hand on my neck and slid it down, down, down...
"STOP!"
With the last bit of energy I have, I kick him (Hey, I'm double jointed, remember?) and I took off, with my tank top strap hanging off my shoulders and my shorts slipping off me.
Doors...my only chance of getting out...
I reach for one of them...
"NO SUZE NO!!!!!!! STOP, DON'T DO THAT!!!!! DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!!!!!!!"
Whatever.
*END OF DREAM*
Jesse's POV
I couldn't sleep because I heard a strange shuffling noise, so when Susannah fell asleep, I got out of bed and stared out the window. Such a lovely day...
I took out the ring I gave to her as a token of my love from a chest. It glimmered in the moonlight as I moved it around to catch the light.
Beauty, wonder...
I looked at Susannah and saw that her night gown had shifted up so that it showed her undergarments. Even thought no one saw that I had seen, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
"Jesse, what a dishonest thing to do, thinking such unholy thoughts about Susannah! And looking at her underclothes! You deserve a switching." I heard my mother's voice fill the room and I winced slightly.
Dead. All dead. My family. Everyone I knew from my past, before I had died.
I went to Susannah's side and delicately covered her thigh again. I saw her sigh angrily and I studied her face.
It looked troubled.
I continued studying her. She was so beautiful...did she deserve me? A man who was dead long before she was born? But I am alive now, I have blood, I have a home, I have a life...
She was so precious to me; I only wanted the best for her. If she ever wanted me to do anything, would I?
Before I could do anything to offend both of us, since the temptation was too great, I opened the window, grabbed a coat, put on some shorts, and went outside.
It was actually not that cold. But should I have left her? I looked up at our window and noticed strange movements.
Must be my imagination.
It wasn't, since the scream I heard wasn't.
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Suze's POV
I woke up, feeling my forehead. It was sweaty and yet the window was open, letting a cool breeze in.
WHY did I wake up?
CREAK.
What the heck was that?
I looked around and a cold hand covered my mouth and a knife was pressed to my throat.
"Miss me Suze?" he cackled.
Shit.
I felt the knife trail down my throat to my neck, then to my chest. The person jerked my head up and I saw Paul.
"What are you doing here, Paul?" I said but it sounded like, "Whout r woo wooing weer, Whual?"
"I'm here to do what I was supposed to do all along, Suze, face it. You and I, we were meant to be together. I don't know how Jesse came to life but he just did, but that wasn't supposed to happen. WE were destiny, can't you face it?"
Yeah, lecture me will you? Well I'm scared of you, Paul; face it, I HATE YOU!
I felt his hand flutter down to my neck and I shivered slightly. He was scary; those eyes of his were freaking me out!
"Oh yeah?" I snarled angrily. "Who would you know? What, you can travel to the future or something?"
Paul looked thoughtful. "Something close to that...Suze, I could teach you so much, just let me; I swear I'll leave my hands off you, and Jesse."
Jesse, where was he? Don't tell me Kelly and her girls got a hold on him. "Sure, okay, I believe you, not. Just leave me alone, I can deal with my own problems, and one of them is you. Just leave me alone Paul!"
"Nuh-uh, sorry Suze, you see, you may want ME to leave, but what if I don't WANT to leave?" His eyes traveled over my nightgown and I pulled the covers over me.
Suze, be scared, be very, very, scared...
I sat up straight. "Oh yeah? Well sorry, go screw around with another girl in another room since this is MY room and I want YOU to get OUT."
I got out of bed and pushed him to the door. "I SAID OUT!"
Then he was out the door. How easy. I made it seem like what he did to me was no biggie. But it was, but I've tried SO hard not to let it show...
I locked the door and as I turned around I felt arms go around my waist and haul me to my bed. I was upside down and I felt my gown thingy go...
I started screaming my head off.
I saw Paul and I glared at him. "What are you doing to me? LET go!"
He ignored me and tossed me onto the bed I shared with Jesse.
"Where's lover boy?" he asked and I quickly got off the bed.
"For your information, he is OUT on a walk," Somewhere, I wanted to add but I didn't think that was necessary.
Avoid the bed Suze, avoid Paul, avoid the bathroom and you'll be okay!
Paul reached for me and then I kicked him hard. He hit the ground and I started punching him.
It felt so good; I left my punching bag at home so I guessed it was nice to have a human punching bag once in a while.
"Hey-just-because-I-seem-like-a-wuss (A/N: I don't know HOW to spell that!)-Doesn't-mean-that-I-am. I AM so FREAKING mad that you screwed me! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING WHEN YOU RAPED ME! YOU ARE A FREAKING BAS-"
Punch, punch, kick, swing-around and kick, slam, kick, you get the picture, in other words, I was in over the edge.
All of a sudden, Jesse ran into the room. "Querida, are you okay? Need any..." he stopped as he saw Paul. I know, a guy in a woman's sleeping quarters. How disgraceful.
"Oh no Jesse, I'm fine. I've got this under control!"
Punch, punch...
I lifted him up (Okay, tried, I was about to toss him in the air but he weighs a lot!) but then dropped him anyway.
When I thought he was through, I turned around to face Jesse. I brushed hair out of my face.
"So, you were saying?" I asked.
Jesse didn't say anything. I was about to, but then I heard a cutting noise and I had a bad feeling about this...I felt a lot of fabric leave my body and I looked down to see that...gown thingy.
Good news: I was wearing a nice, pink bra with matching underwear.
Bad news: Paul was there; he unhooked the bra and threw me out the window, like in Charlie's Angels.
Other okay news: Jesse was there to save the day and half-kill Paul. But he had to see me, AGAIN.
WHY DO PEOPLE LIKE UNDOING THINGS?!
A/N: Well, I know, pointless, oh well. :D REVIEWS PLEASE I LOVE THEM!