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Chapter 3
The little girls looked over at Jesse and I. They looked as shocked as Jesse and I looked. I mean, I've mediated or come in contact with a many of ghost in my day but I've never had to help two little 3 or 4 year olds. Now that I'd really looked at them, they didn't look 3 or 4, maybe they were in kindergarden or something like that. The youngest one had dark brown hair that was in Shirley temple curls all over her head. She had pretty dark eyes, but I couldn't really tell what color they were. They were probably the kind of eyes, that change colors depending on the season. Her light Carmel complexion went right a long with her dark hair and dark eyes. You could tell she would have grown up to be a beautiful young girl, who all the boys wanted, but couldn't have. She actually didn't look all the way black, maybe she had a Hispanic mother or father. Like a Hispanic father and black mother or vice versa. I don't know, but there was definitely a touch of something mixed in with her. She was in some jeans that had rips in them, the kind that are made that way, and a pretty pink shirt that had Dora The Explorer on it. The other little girl, who looked about a year older than the other one, had pretty golden curly locks. Half of it was pulled in a pony tail and the other was down. She had a on a pretty flower dress as if she was ready for Easter Sunday or something. Her eyes were a pretty blue color going along with her dress. She also would have turned out to be a "dyme piece", as Jake and Brad refers to Jennifer Lopez, Jessica Simpson, and Mya, as. Yep, this little goldy locks girl, would have turned out to look a little something like Jessica Simpson, just hopefully she wouldn't have turned out with same sense as Jessica Simpson. That is if, Jessica Simpson, even has any freaking common sense.
"I think it's time for me to go now, Isyss." said the pretty cute girl with her golden locks moving has she made the slightest movements. She smiled at Jesse and I and then dematerialized.
Jesse was the first to say something to the brown haired girl while, she was now sitting on my bed looking quite sad. I followed him over to the bed and sat on her right side while Jesse was on her left side. "Who was that?" He asked the little girl, whose name was Isyss, I guess, since goldy locks called her that. "Huh? Can you tell me who that was? Was she a friend of yours...Isyss?"
"Yeah" was all she said in her tiny helpless voice. She had a baby voice that went along with her cute face. She even reminded me of Olivia, played by Raven-Symone, in the Cosby Show.
Jesse continued to ask her questions about herself and why'd that other girl had left as soon as she saw us come in. I think he wanted to take control, this being his first real "case" or "assignment." So I went along with it and let him do all the talking, while I listened.
"She had to leave. She wasn't sent to you guys, like I was." She told Jesse, while playing with the purposely rips in her jeans. " I met her a while ago."
I wonder if she really knew she was dead. I had a feeling the other girl, who she said name was Tawny, I guess it was short for Tanya or something like that, had told her but she still looked as if she kind of doubted she was really dead. She mentioned something about going over her friend, Ana Maria's, house to play tea party. That was the reason why I'd thought she didn't know she was dead. Maybe she thought she had some kind of a power. I could have heard her wrong though ugh. She could have said something like, she was SUPPOSED to go over her friend's house to play tea party.
She paused for a minute after telling Jesse she was five and a half years old. Adding the half like it was really important she'd put it in there.
"Honey, do you know that," I started to ask her but she cut me off.
"That I'm dead? Yeah, I know." She said, not even letting me finish, as if it wasn't a big deal that she was dead at all. "I found out a while ago. Tawny told me. She's six you know." She paused, then continued, as if she was thinking about how Tawny had told her she was dead. "I remember it waking up, like I always did. Taking my time brushing my teeth with the new tooth brush, my sister Jenny got me, then washing my face like mommy always told me to do." She said to us, while not making eye contact with neither me or Jesse. "I went downstairs and Timmy was making my favorite, chocolate chip pancakes. They were extra good, for some reason." She giggled a little bit, remembering that special day. " He said, 'anything for my baby sister, Isyss Rices.' He used to call me that all the time, nobody else called me it accept him, like it was his nickname for me, only his, and nobody else's. I only liked it when he called me it. Timmy used to wake up extra early on Monday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. He woke up extra, extra early on Sunday, because we had to go to church." She was saying to us.
The whole time she was talking to us, I was holding back tears, because I knew her last days on earth must not have been that great. When she was talking to us, I knew she was just explaining a really special day that she remembered. A day that would probably soon turn into a day that she would always hate. I watched her as her smile started fading with every word she said. Isyss continued.
"Kindergarden was fun and Ms. Verruso didn't give us any homework. After school I was walking home even though Timmy told me to wait for him. I wanted to walk and meet him half way though. When I was walking, a truck came up to me, I'd never seen it before ever. I got into the truck, because, he'd said, mommy told him to come pick me up. I didn't really want to go with him, but I didn't want to make him mad at me again." She said as I noticed her eyes getting watery. I knew where this was heading, well at least I thought I did.
"Are you saying you got into a car with a stranger Isyss." Jesse asked Isyss while wiping some of her tears away that were constantly sliding down her big rosy cheeks.
She looked at Jesse as if he'd lost his mind. Jesse looked kind of taken aback at how this 5 year old reacted to him. "Of course, I didn't get in the car with a stranger. It was my daddy, and I hadn't seen him in decades." She said with her high little voice. BUt of course, it wasn't decades that she hadn't seen her father, maybe a couple months or something like that. I mean she was 5, or should I say, 5 and a half, don't' wanna forget that half part, so it couldn't have been decades that she hadn't seen the guy in.
But I wonder why she hadn't seen her dad in so long. And why'd she said she didn't want to make him mad AGAIN by not getting in his truck. Was she scared of him. Did the dude do anything to her that...well that a good father wouldn't do, hope this doesn't turn out what I think it is. Shoot, I don't know if I can't handle something like what's about to take place.
"Isyss, why hadn't you seen your father in such a long time?" Jesse asked her, voicing my thoughts, as usually. Isyss looked afraid to answer. She started playing with Jesse's watch now. Jesse asked her the same question again, but picking her up and holding her in his arms and lap. He held her like she was his daughter or younger sister. I could see now that Jesse was probably a good big brother to his younger sister's in his first life.
I guess Jesse's consoling methods must have gotten to the girl. She started talking again, more as if she was only talking to Jesse and not me. It wasn't like I was actually helping. I was just trying to piece all the information in my head without saying anything to her.
"I hadn't seen my daddy since, my birthday party. The one I had at Chuckie Cheese, the one where stupid Laura sneezed on my piece of pizza and I had to get a new slice, because she had a nasty cold. It had extra pepperoni's too, I wanted that one." Isyss commented, deep in thought, about how this Laura chick totally screwed up her wonderful slice of pizza. It caused me to chuckle a bit and so did Jesse. I guess it kind of lightened the mood...NOT!
When she got back on subject, she leaned a little more into Jesse, as if he was her big brother Timothy, the one she talked so fond of.
"At my birthday party, it was the last time I saw daddy. Him and momma were arguing again, about something..." She said, making sure she didn't say what that something was.
"What were they arguing about miel?" (AN:honey in Spanish, there will be more Spanish words, but I'll tell yah what they mean) He was steady asking her that question over and over again, while I was still trying to piece this crap together. It just wasn't adding up, well adding up the way I wanted it to add up. It was adding up, but not the way I wanted it to be adding up. So far I'd come up with only one conclusion, and I really hoped it wasn't that, so I was praying that it would come out to be something different then what I was thinking.
Jesse stopped asking her and just rocked her in his arms, while tears were slowing streaming down her face. Jesse gave me a look that was full of concern for Isyss. After a few minutes, she finally came around.
"It was the game." She said, her voice a bit muffled from her face being on Jesse's chest. Somewhere that I wished my face was at. I shouldn't be thinking of that right now, this was some serious stuff going on. I guess she understood, she'd lost us for a minute so she continued. "Daddy and me sued to play the game. I wasn't supposed to tell anyone but I accidentally let it slip in front of mommy. SHgot really mad, not at me but at daddy, and I had to talk to a pretty lady everyday after school about the game we played."
Isyss was talking but then she started crying all of a sudden. She wasn't really sobbing, but there were just tears slowly flowing her cheeks. Now those are some real sad tears. Jesse was shushing her, but it wasn't working this time. He was telling her that she didn't have to talk anymore, but I think she wanted to get it over with. " I never liked the game, but when I wouldn't play, he would get mad and hurt me more than the game hurt. One time, I had to get sitchey thingies, I think their called stitches but I call them stingy's because they hurted real bad. Daddy made me tell mommy that I'd fell while roller blading in the park with him, but that wasn't the real reason I had to get those stichey thingies, that they put in my arm and legs." She tried to keep telling us other things her father did to her, but, she was now sobbing, now she couldn't control her tears like she'd had a few minutes ago.
Jesse was now consoling her more than before. Telling her everything was going to turn okay after while, how we were going to help her move on to a better place, and figure out what really went on in her house, before, she accidentally told her mother about "the game"
I already knew what the game was but I was to afraid to actually let the words come out of my mouth. It wasn't as if I'd ever dealt with something like this, and man, I thought Heather, the suicidal wench, was my worst case ever. I guess the one Jesse and I were going to have to handle was going to have to top Heather and her suicidal ways.
I couldn't say in that room anymore and watch Isyss sob in Jesse's arms, and him murmuring things in Spanish.
I got up from sitting on the bed. I had watery eyes and I couldn't let them see me cry. If Isyss saw me crying then that would make her cry even more. I speed walked into the bathroom, splashed some water on my face, as if that would really help, and stared at my paler than usual reflection. Before I knew it I too was shedding tears uncontrollably. I had no doubt that Jesse and Isyss might have heard me a little bit. But hopefully not.
I can't remember how long I stayed in the bathroom, crying for the "Olivia look-alike," but when I came out with my eyes all dried up and face cleaned up, I saw Jesse sitting on my bed with his hands to his face as if he'd been praying. Isyss had apparently left while I'd been in the bathroom crying my eyes out. Jesse was murmuring something in Spanish, but the last words I heard him say and could make them out was, " Gracias Dios" which I'm pretty sure means "Thank you God" or something like that.
I then I remembered myself saying a small ending like that to the prayer I'd said in the bathroom, while I was sobbing. Something I hadn't done in a long time..pray.
Jesse looked up and gave me a sympathetic smile. I slowly walked over to him and looked at the clock on my night stand, which read, 1:15am. Mom and Andy had to be asleep, and my step brothers just weren't snitching on me. Surprisingly Brad wasn't telling but, while in the bathroom, I thought I might have heard Summertime playing softly, it could have been my imagination, but I really don't think so.
"You've been in there for a while Querida, are you okay now?" He asked getting up from my bed and pulling me into his arms for a deep hug.
"Where did she go, Jesse? I asked, ignoring his question, and leaning my head into his chest.
"She left a little after you disappeared into the bathroom. She said something about wanting to watch her family sleep, I think she's been doing it since her death. I used to do it too..." He rested his head on my chin, and we stayed like that for a few more minutes, thinking...
"Susannah, she told me an important detail before she left." Jesse said, lifting his chin from my head and tilting my chin up so we could make eye contact. "She said you know her brother, Susannah."
"Are you kiddin' me? What's his name?" I said, pretty anxious to know.
"Timothy Mendes." Jesse said, pulling away from me and checking his watch. He sat down on my bed again, while I was left standing there, thinking about a Timothy Mendes. Who the heck is Timothy Mendes?
"Is Mendes, a Hispanic name?"
"Yes it is, come to think of it, I knew she looked as if she wasn't all African American..." Jesse said.
"What the heck makes her think I know her brother, Jesse?" I said, trying to place his face with his name. I know I've heard that name before, but where?
"He goes to your school, Querida. She said so, but she actually pronounced it as, 'Me-shone' I had to correct her, of course, "
"I don't know him, his name is familiar but...I can't place his face." Great, now I'm gonna be thinking about this all night...well all morning now. Since it's 1 something in the morning. Geez how long had we been talking to her?
"Susannah" Jesse hesitated a bit, before saying whatever it was he was about to say. " Querida do you think, 'the game' Isyss was referring to had something to do with some type of abuse. Maybe, child molestation?"
"Yeah, I do" I said, my voice going back to it being barely over a whisper. "And when she pointed out, that when she wouldn't do what he said, then he would hurt her in a different way, I think that might have been physical abuse, like, beat her or something."
"I agree." Jesse said, his face growing stone cold. " If I ever, see him face to face, I think I'll probably kill him."
"Unless, I see him face to face first, then I'd probably do it" I said, agreeing with what he'd said.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking about Isyss, and how we were actually going to help the kid. When Brad, burst in through my door, I guess it kind of knocked us out of our thinking modes or whatever.
"Yo, man, you gotta go, Dad's woke up, he's in the bathroom right now though." Brad said, in a voice, that made me think that right when he heard Andy's footsteps he jumped from what he was doing, and ran to my room. He was out of breath, which made me think he might have been lifting some heavy weights or something.
"Crap!" Well, okay, I really didn't say crap, but, hey, they both have the same meaning. Cuss word, shoot, crap...same meaning right?
"Susannah! Someone needs to wash your mouth out with soap." Jesse said to me, with a look of surprise on his face.
Gee out of all the things he's said to me, he's never told me, someone needed to wash my mouth out with soap. I was quite offended. I looked at Brad, who had a smirk on his face, but got serious when we heard a toilet flush, and running water.
We jumped up from the bed and all three of us ran down the stairs as fast as we could. Jesse was the first to get to the door, I was second, and Brad just stood there, waiting for him to leave. Jesse gave me a quick kiss on my lips, and believe it or not I felt my cheeks getting a little warm. He hurried up and started the car, and drove off, pretty fast might I had. Pretty fast, for a guy who didn't have his license yet either.
Brad and I heard some footsteps up stairs, and we ran in the living room, and settled down on the couch, as if we were watching TV, all along. Brad, put it on "UnCut" at first, the idiot. So I grabbed the remote and changed it something, we wouldn't get in trouble for watching, which was 'Secret Window'. Andy came down the steps, and looked at us like we were crazy.
"Why are you guys still up?" Andy asked in a tired voice.
Brad was the first to answer, with a voice, like he was all into the movie, and Andy was interrupting it. "No school, Dad"
"oh" was all he said, to that. "Didn't know you guys were into that movie, I personally didn't like it very much."
"Oh, we are into, around it, and all up in it." And that is why, I'm cannot pursue a career in acting, I suck at it.
Andy looked at me, with an eyebrow raised, you could tell the dude was half sleep though. "Okayyyy, I'm going back to bed."
Then he left, us down there. Brad, let out a breath, that I guess he was holding. He couldn't afford to get on punishment, this week, he there was a party going on at some guys house, this weekend, some kind of, back to wrestling season party, something that I might not be attending.
"Hey, Do- Brad, why'd yah tell me Andy was awake?" Something, I had been dying to ask him, since, he'd first told me and Jesse.
"Iono, (A/N: that's, "I don't know", put together) I just did, get over it, I'm trying to watch this." He said, kind of annoyed at me.
" You like him don't you, you like Jesse, you like him a lot don't you Brad?" I said with a smile on my face, the dude straight up liked Jesse, that's a freaking surprise.
"What?. Shut up man, dang!"
"Brad it's okay to-"
"I said Shut the heck up Suze, dag, I just did it, cuz he helped me with my Spanish stuff."
"God, Brad, just admit it, you think Jesse's coo', don't you?" Okay now I was just teasing him.
"No, I don't shut up!"
"Fine, alright, I won't bother you about it, anymore, but I know you like him." I said, getting the last remark, or should I say, making sure I got the last remark.
I didn't feel like getting up, and I guess Dopey didn't either, since we stayed down there watching Secret Window. I don't know what Andy was talking about, but I actually liked the movie. Brad, dumb butt, tried to put it on UnCut a couple times, but I stole the remote from him, and stuck it in my shirt, right underneath my bra strap, somewhere he would never stick his hand in, to retrieve anything.
(A/N, sorry to end the chapter like that guys, but, I really didn't know how to end it, lol, I promise the next chapter won't take as long as this one, i will update on monday 2/21/05, i have no SCHOOL! and then on thursday and friday, i'll update on both of those days because i have halfdays next week, yeahhhhhhh!... and it will include a lot of Suze/Jesee fluff, please REVIEW, I WILL LOVE YOU TO DEATH IF YOU DO, PLEASEEE!. The next chapter will get into, Jesse, Suze, and Father Dom, getting information about Isyss life and some clues about why, Brad is being nice...)
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