Previously on The New Girl-
"I'm sorry…just remember what I told you…now go!" she blurted climbing out of the car. I watched feeling like I'd been punched in the stomach as Susannah scurried up the path to the front door. She wiped her eyes, and pressed the door bell. A few seconds later Slater himself appeared in the doorway. He looked shocked to see Susannah, but grabbed her hand and led her inside. He was about to close the door when he noticed me. He pulled Susannah against his chest and kissed her forcefully, before dragging her out of my view and slamming the door behind him.
My chest ached and my blood was boiling. 'I can't let this happen. I can't let him hurt her.'
"Oh I won't hurt her De Silva; I'll take real good care of her. In fact I think a nice roll in the sack would do her wonders. Something you've apparently been unable to do" Slater's voice rang in my head, bringing on a headache.
'If you so much as touch one hair on her head, I'll make you regret the day you were cast up from Hell, onto the Earth' I spat back.
His evil cackle chimed in my head, "Oh, it's not just her hair I'm after ghost boy; it's her entire body and soul. After a few hours, she'll be all mine once and for all."
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"Yes. So will you stick around until Slater is gone, or just after Susannah is united with the ring?" I questioned.
"I'm staying until everything is done and over with. But be prepared to make a life altering decision at the end of all this. Now get your girlfriend out here and kiss her already" she explained, before shimmering away.
'Don't worry querida; you'll be with me soon.'
:Chapter 17:
She didn't fight against the mind control; Susannah that is. No she followed each command I gave her. I felt horrible telling her what to do, but I knew this was the only way to get Susannah out of there, and away from Slater.
Slater himself was the problem. When Susannah strolled down the pathway, towards my waiting car, and ignored Paul completely, just as I had instructed her, Slater went crazy. He yelled at Susannah, grabbed her arm, and even stopped in front of her, trying anything to make her stop. But that's the thing about mind control, when you're told to do something, you have to do it. So Susannah acted as if Slater wasn't even there. When she reached my car, she calmly stepped in, and shut the door behind her. I quickly locked the doors and sped away. We had to get away from Slater, we had to go somewhere he would never think of looking.
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As we reached my cousin's apartment complex I could see the mind control wearing off of Susannah. Her eyes which had looked hollow and reflective, were now starting to sparkle again.
"Querida, are you okay now?" I asked cautiously.
She blinked a few times before looking around her anxiously. "What am I doing with you?" she hissed. "Did you drug me! Paul is going to murder you. You better let me out right this second or I swear I scream."
"Drug you…scream? Why would you want to scream? Querida are you feeling alright?" I questioned.
"Ka-what? Listen de Silva, if you just pull over and let me go, I swear I won't tell Paul. Just let me go" she replied.
"de Silva! Susannah, what are you talk- oh, you're still under Slater's control. Nombre de Dios, I can't believe I forgot" I half mumbled, half blurted as we pulled into my cousin's parking space. Luckily he was studying abroad for a semester, so he let me go to his apartment whenever I wanted, as long as I was doing something my parents wouldn't approve of, he had joked.
"Slater's control'?" she repeated, as a more of a question.
"This isn't going to make much sense to you, because of what happened earlier, but once you're back to normal, everything will be fine, I promise" I reassured her.
"What happened earlier?" she asked.
"Slater put you under his control by kissing you" I answered uncomfortably.
Susannah in turn laughed. Not giggled or chuckled, but laughed, big hearty laughs. "Paul put me under his control, by kissing me?" she asked between laughs.
"Yes, why else would you be acting this way right now?" I replied.
"Listen, de Silva, this has been fun and all, but you better let me go. My boyfriend will kick your ass if he finds out about this" she said calming down from her laughter.
"Your boyfriend? YOUR BOYFRIEND! Your boyfriend is sitting next to you, wondering what Slater could possibly have done to you, to make you like this" I snapped.
"Whoa, down boy. Listen, you obviously have some kind of mental illness that has you obsessing over me, but Paul is my boyfriend. Paul Slater. And he's gonna kill you if you don't let me go right now" she warned.
I couldn't believe this. This was not my Susannah; my querida. I had to get her back, and get this crazy girl out of here, for good.
"Are you listening to me? Let me out, now!" she demanded.
"I'm sorry to do this against your will, but this isn't you, Susannah, and I need my querida back" I said before quickly pressing my lips against her's. She squirmed at first, digging her nails into my skin, trying desperately to get away from me, but then she stopped.
For a few moments she was completely motionless, but after a few more seconds her lips welcomed my own, and her arms snaked around my neck.
I pulled away when I felt wetness on my cheek and saw that Susannah was sobbing quietly. She pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly. "I'm s-so s-s-sorry" she sniffled in between sobs.
I brushed away some hair that had fallen over her face and gazed at Susannah. Although she was crying, I could see that her eyes were finally back to their usual vibrant, sparkling selves. I let out a sigh of relief and gently pulled Susannah into my lap. I went to wrap my arms around her when she moved back to the passenger seat.
I stared at her in confusion, before asking "Querida that is you, right?"
She cried even harder, burying her face in her hands.
"Querida, what's wrong? Are you alright? Did Slater hurt you?" I rambled on nervously.
She lifted her tear-stained face from her hands and nodded slightly, wiping away some of her tears. More quickly fell from her eyes, but she swatted those away as well. "Do you hate me?" she asked quietly, almost afraid of hearing what I might respond with.
"Susannah, I could never hate you; no matter what" I answered, giving her a reassuring smile.
"But …I let him…I let him…" she trailed off, wiping each tear that fell.
"Susannah, you did it to help us beat Slater at his own game. But, just out of curiosity, what exactly did you let him do?" I asked, my heart racing, praying this wouldn't hurt anymore than it already did.
"I…I don't know," she sobbed "the last thing I remember is him pulling me into his house and kissing me. And then, I was here, kissing you."
"Susannah, are you positive you don't remember anything in between?"
"Jesse, I'd know if things went that far" she said.
"And you're sure you would know? Because if he even tried…I swear I'll go after that hijo de puta right now" I replied.
"Well, yeah I'm sure, I mean I've never…you know…before and from what I hear I'd be able to tell" she confessed.
"Querida, I've never…either; I was kind of thinking that we would…well, not now, but…eventually" I babbled.
"Why not?" she asked, her eyes locking on my own. I noticed she wasn't crying anymore, and that she had released her knees. Now she sat Indian style, facing me.
"Why not, what?" I questioned.
"Why eventually and not now?"
I blinked, completely shocked, and unable to respond.
"Jesse, I know we're young and haven't even been going out for a whole week, but when I'm with you…it feels right. You know?" she added.
"Querida, I know the feeling, but there are so many reasons why we shouldn't" I replied.
"And there are so many more reasons why we should" she countered.
"So you think we should just rush up to my cousin's apartment, and…make love?" I asked.
"Your cousin isn't there though, right?"
"No, he's studying aboard for a semester, he gave me his spare key and told me I could come over whenever I wanted" I explained.
"Then yes, I think we should rush up to your cousin's apartment and make love" Susannah answered, her voice changing into a sultry, low whisper.
I leaned over the gear shift and quickly kissed Susannah before jumping out of the car, running to open the passenger side door, and then helping her out, and tugging her along after me. She giggled and then whined, "Jesse, I can't run in these shoes."
Not wanting to waste any precious time, I picked up Susannah and carried her as I ran up the stairs two at a time. When we reached apartment #489 I anxiously grabbed the key from behind the wall sconce and hurriedly opened the door. Susannah tickled my neck with light kisses as I shut the door behind us, and started toward the bedroom.
"Jesse, you do have condoms, right?" Susannah asked nervously.
"In the bathroom, I'll go get them" I said, setting Susannah down.
"Where's the bedroom?" she called after me.
"The first door on your right, by the kitchen" I yelled back, searching through the medicine cabinet.
"Found them" I cheered joyously as I ran to the bedroom.
"Whoa, hold on there buddy" Mrs. de Silva said appearing on one of the barstools.
"Uhh, can this wait, I'm kind of preoccupied at the moment" I said impatiently.
"Not really" she replied, "but this will be quick, I swear. I brought you the ring, but remember you need to unite her with it before 5 AM. Now, where's the fire? And what's in the box?"
"Oh, umm…I…Susannah…and I…umm…in there…and…right now…" I rambled incoherently.
Mrs. de Silva giggled and said, "I get it, don't worry I won't tell my husband. Oh, and FYI, a warm bath helps for afterward. But no bubbles or bath salts, and not too hot."
"For after?" I repeated.
"For after. Now go, and don't get the girl pregnant, I'm already there, and the morning sickness sucks" she warned, thrusting a small black, velvet ring box at me.
I took the box and squeaked "Yes, Ma'm."
"Good, I'll be back in the morning. Oh, and call Father D. and tell him you two are working on Paul; Suze won't be able to help much cause of the soreness, so it's best you two hide out here for a day or so" she said.
"Soreness? Am I going to hurt her?" I asked.
"Well, probably, I mean at least a little. But she's been pretty active, so she won't get the full blast of it" she replied, shimmering away.
I stood there for a moment replaying what had just happened, before I remember Susannah and sprinted to the bedroom.
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When I reached the doorway I saw Susannah's jeans, heels, and pink t-shirt in a pile on the floor. I swallowed hard, but inched my way into the room, shutting the door behind me.
"Jesse?" Susannah called from the adjoining bathroom.
"Querida, w-what are you doing in there?" I asked, noticing my voice getting high pitched.
"I-I'll be right out" she answered.
Quickly I pulled off my t-shirt and kicked off my shoes, before sitting down on the edge of the bed. Nervously I rubbed my hands together; 'What is she doing in there?'
"I'll be right out" she mentally exclaimed.
I couldn't help but laugh at that. But then the bathroom door opened, and my laughter dried up. Susannah stood there, gazing me anxiously.
"Querida, you look…breathe taking" I cooed, rushing to her, and catching her lips with mine. I pulled back to get another look at her, and couldn't help but smile.
"Nervous?" she asked, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"If I were anymore nervous I think I'd have a heart attack" I answered without thinking.
She smiled a reassuring smile and replied, "Me too" before kissing me.