Ch 4 An Unpleasant Visiting

"Are you on crack?" I asked as we both got dressed, "If her ghost is there, she is SO going to kill me!"

Seriously, didn't I mean anything to this guy? It was practically an assisted suicide…or homicide. Whatever. What he was trying to do was convince me to go to Crissi's house. As if that isn't scary enough! Imagine facing her aunt, or, or…even worse;

Herself.

I pulled a pair of shorts over my recently shaved legs, tanned from the beach trip we went on. "Jesse, don't do this to me."

He tugged on his shirt sleeve, and his muscles went taut as he slid his element t-shirt on. "Susannah," he said, his voice muffled, "it's for the best. We need to find out what Crissi plans on doing. I know a girl like her would keep a diary."

I was silent as I studied his six pack, covered in a fine layer of fuzz. Then his shirt covered it. I sighed as I fixed my hair, fluffing it up, showering it with mousse, and spraying hair spray in it. I fixed it into the desired style and I gazed into the mirror. It was still an incredible mess. I changed out of a pajama top into a tank top.

"But Jesse, seriously, don't do this. We can just find out the next time she comes and sabotages me!" I struggled to find the right, persuasive words, but honestly, what could persuade Jesse? "I mean, we should go school shopping! You know, supplies, folders, paper, pencils, new outfits, don the school wear, ditch the swim gear, you know?"

He plainly ignored me. "Where does she live?" He yanked on his extremely baggy shorts, the khaki kind that went past the knees. "Jesu Cristo, when I woke up alive for the third time," I was assuming the first was when he was born) "I didn't know men these days wore such, large trousers." He looked around, trying to find a belt because his shorts kept slipping and showing me his cute plaid boxers. "I will never get used to this change."

I sighed again and adjusted my top. "School's in two days! Give me a break and buy supplies. Have you even registered?"

Jesse, for the first time, looked at me as he straightened up. "The Church has ways. Father Dominic has granted my family approval and had us registered the day we moved in."

I rolled my eyes. The Church has ways, my ass. "Jesse, don't lie." I fixed my sports bra strap.

He blinked. "Why would I lie?" Shaking his head, he said, "Querida, you need to have a little more faith in me. You just said I lied, and, do you not think that I'll protect you?" he gave me his best puppy-dog-eyes look. I opened my mouth to protest, but Jesse closed the distance between us and gently gave me a kiss.

"I'm trying to save you, Susannah, querida. Will you go with me? Juro que protegeré a mi querida. I swear I'll protect my darling querida. Te quiero… te quiero para perderle demasiado…I love you too much to lose you," he murmured against my lips, "come with me."

"Jesse…don't seduce me like this…that's my job…"

He whispered something in my ear. I squealed in surprise.

"Oh Yeah! I'm coming!"

We walked on Scenic Drive, the street my mom told me Crissi lived on.

"Susannah, I don't want you associating with her, no matter blood, she's a bad egg, all right?" she had warned.

"Sure mom," like I'd want to hang out with her.

"She's serving jail time, but if you want, bring these cookies to your poor aunt. She might not be home, but just leave them on the porch."

And that's exactly what I did.

I found myself, three hours later, (Andy fed us breakfast) walking the long way to Crissi's home with the love of my life. As we walked, (Jesse and I) I nibbled on the deliciously chewy chocolate chip cookies Andy made. Even though he's a gourmet chef, he still makes killer cookies.

Why did the street name sound so familiar? And why was I so scared to go on it? Suddenly I knew. I wasn't scared of Crissi, Jesse know that for a fact, no, it was the fact that Paul lived on this street. Drop dead gorgeous Paul, but compared to Jesse, Jesse was Adonis. Jesse didn't know Paul lived on this street. That's why he didn't know why I was so worried about this whole rendezvous. I shuddered slightly, then remembered the queer message Paul told me. I wasn't a virgin? How was that possible?

Jesse was quiet the whole long walk to Scenic Drive. Luckily, I was wearing my old classic Reeboks, unlike my Jimmy Choos last time. I looked up at him. He was walking right next to me, but I felt as though we were so far apart. He wasn't even talking to me! From his facial expression, he was deep in thought, and every so often he'd kiss the top of my head, or, even worse, scruff up my hair. Even though he didn't notice, every so often I'd look at him.

Suddenly he stopped. "24 Scenic Drive. Right here."

I peered around him towards the other side of the street. Way at the end of the street, I saw Paul's house, near the brink. On the other side of Jesse, however, was 24 Scenic Drive. Crissi's home. I didn't know she lived so close to Paul.

Jesse, without even stopping, went up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Nothing. There was no movement inside, and from the looks of it, no one had been taking care of the house. Where was my aunt?

I peered into the front window and saw only darkness.

Jesse frowned, "It's the Sabbath! What would a person be doing on the day of rest? It's Saturday!" (A/N: I get confused about the Sabbath, because some Catholic people consider it Sunday, Jews and others consider it Saturday. I'll call it Saturday for now because school was in two days.)

He looked at the house. "Perhaps another day?"

I walked right past him. "Move."

He quirked an eyebrow. "Susannah? What are you doing…"

I slid my mom's credit card between the door and doorframe. Nada. I pocketed the Visa.

"Susannah…"

BAM!

I kicked the door wide open and watched the wood split apart.

Jesse's eyes went wide. "Mierda! SUSANNAH!"

I shrugged, "They won't notice." Then I promptly walked inside. I've been arrested before, but after meeting Carmel-By-The-Sea police, they weren't going to notice a freaking door being broken down. Well, if they did, they could just eat the cookies. They were awesomely delectable!

Besides the fact that his girlfriend just karate chopped the door open, and that she just trespassed on someone, even if they were family, else's property, Jesse wasn't just worried

He was pissed off, well, in better terms, worried if I'd make it to heaven.

This time, I ignored him as I entered the huge estate and fit the door back on its hinges. It lamely went crooked. Ah, it was only oak. Jesse, obviously read my thoughts and proclaimed that that was a perfectly good tree that I had just put to waste.

Yeah, okay, but where's the resentment towards Crissi?

Jesse, reading my thoughts again, told me that although Crissi was a ramera, (What the hell?) and we should all have mercy and forgive the poor thing, and pray that God will accept her soul. My thoughts were, Ha! My ass.

Jesse, upon hearing my thoughts for the third time, muttered something else and stalked off. I only caught the words, "obviously…her monthlies." I was assuming he was talking about my period.

I didn't know why we kept debating like this, but for the time being, I kept that to myself.

I walked up the stairs. "Jesse?"

"Yes, querida?"

"What do you think we'll find here?"

He was silent and then said, "I don't know."

(A/N: If you need a reminder on Crissi's room, go to Chapter 16 New Cousin)

We looked in every room, save for the one for to the far right of the hallway. I walked towards it, my footsteps muffled by the thick carpeting. I took one look at the door and knew it was Crissi's. From the derogatory, profane, sexual posters on the door, I just knew. Jesse and I looked at each other and blushed, looking the other way again, knowing that we were both still virgins. There was nothing wrong about that, just the fact that this door had different kama sutra positions and stuff like that and, well, we were boyfriend/girlfriend on a ten degree level…didn't we deserve some credit? Also, there was a poster that illustrated a banana cut like a dick next to a shoe that said, "I'll do it if it's bigger than your shoe size". I was so embarrassed to be this sex-starved maniac's cousin. But if she wasn't a lesbian, was she bi?

I tried to open the door. Locked. Using the credit card again, (Thank God she wasn't shopping today!) I slid it between the frame and door and heard a satisfying click. I turned the doorknob and was startled that it was a skull-shaped doorknob. I opened the door and Jesse and I both gasped.

The walls were black, covered with huge posters of Happy Bunny, and all this other stuff, no comment. Everything was black, and as we shut the door behind us, gingerly, I couldn't help but hyperventilate. I flipped on the light switch and we purple fluorescent lighting, causing my white Reeboks to glow purple, shone on us. It felt so…weird. Everything was neon with the lighting. We turned off the lights and were faced with reality. Where to look?

For one, everything in her walk-in closet was black and revealing. Fishnets hung on a rack, there were corsets, spandex leggings, hooker boots, peek-a-boo bras, thongs, g-strings, mini-skirts, chains, mesh, and all this other rubbish was there, you name anything that was related to table dancing and yup, she had it.

Everything was black, or gothic. I was troubled and glad that God was watching over me. I heaved a shudder.

"Let's find that diary," I said. Jesse only nodded and we searched together.

Going through drawer number one, I found all these bondage tools; whips, handcuffs, chains, leashes, collars, everything. I went through it gingerly. Condoms, a vibrator, some sort of dildo looking thing, the newest issue of playgirl and playboy (Ewww…I tell you; bisexual!). I flipped through photos and realized that she was a porno star. Seriously, they were disgusting. Blowjobs, all this semen, bestiality, and a real banana in a SUPER wrong hole were pictured. The rest I didn't even WANT to look at. I just threw them out.

Disgusted, I slammed the drawer shut. "Anything, Jesse?"

Jesse mumbled something inaudible and shuffled around the surprisingly clean room even more. I sighed, for the umpteenth time that hour, and went through her bookcase. I saw books on Wicca, Voodoo, "The Gothic Bible", Sex, Satanic spells, a Tarot deck, and other nonsensical gothic topics.

I suddenly noticed a little black book sticking out of the shelf. I had to take down three sex books just to get to it. It was locked.

"Jesse! I found something!"

I flipped it over. Written on it was the name, "Crissandra Giselle Simon."

Jesse came over and we gawked at it. "Should we open it?" I whispered.

"I suppose, that's what we came for, isn't it?" Jesse whispered back.

"How do I get it open?"

"Use your head."

"Why are we whispering?"

"ME? All I did was respond in the same tone. You were the one whispering for no apparent reason," Jesse straightened up and smiled, "let's do this." Jesse held up what looked like a key…a key that matched the lock exactly!

We opened it, and read through the latest entries, where we came in.

Dear Diary,

It was so fun last night! I used my picture-phone and took a picture of that HOTT ghost Jesse. Too bad he's taken, by a twin, no less. Too bad, I would have liked screwing him every moment I could; he wouldn't be able to stand straight for weeks! I'll get him, no worries, and in the meantime, I can still jack off of the picture I took of him. Seriously, poor Suzie-woozie, she won't know what hit her.

I'm going to go fantasize about Jesse more, TTFN, Crissi.

Dear Diary,

I predict the future and Suze is coming with Jesse. I just saw them kiss passionately, but not that fanatically. Jesse is so dense to not realize that Suze likes him- a lot. What a sad story. She is way too shy. If I were her, I'd put up a show. (you know what I mean) I mean, come on. He's dead, get a life and lose your virginity why don't you Suze because Jesse is just so damn delicious! Way hotter than Sean, why'd I go out with him? Yeah, he's great at-yeah but still he's not all that. He was not worth what I had to do in order to get him. You do know that I'm not the only mediator back home. Oooh no…

I have the greatest idea: Exorcize Sean and then make Jesse be mine! I'm glad I moved. Not only to get away from-well, I shouldn't say because in case the police find this, they will never know. Onto subject; I mean, it's so obvious that Jesse's trying to resist temptation but I KNOW he wants her, so I'll just threaten to kill Suze and he'll have to be mine. Or I can just impersonate Suze. Even though I had to kill Sean's Girlfriend, (THERE! IT'S OUT, I KILLED HIS FUCKING GIRLFRIEND TO GET TO HIM) it was worth it; now it's just a waste on my record. Now what about Suzie...she has no idea on what I did to Jesse. Ok, I talked to him, hit on him, he refused, end of story. Sigh, I was so close. Let's just say Jesse WILL fall for me...

In due time, darling diary, in due time.

When I kill Suze, I'll exorcise her and then Jesse will be mine. Goody... I love a good kill. With resistance and LOTS of blood shed. Got to go, Suze and hottie are here. Sean doesn't approve of it but do I care? PS, I haven't heard from his GF since I came.
Crissi

Dear Diary,

I'm worried, for the first time, because Katrina. Katrina knows I'm in Cali, and this isn't good. She's after me. Hopefully, she'll get me and Suzie-poo confused. I better pack up soon and leave, taking my money, extra tampons, and my sexuality with me. I hate my periods, now I'm on break.

Shit, my mom, g2g, ciao!

Diary: the police are coming for me. I have to leave. I have to get away from here, but not so fast; I'm taking Suzie, and with the help of an unwilling Paul, we're going to get Suzie to 'fess up and hand Jesse boy over. I predicted the future, so I know that this is the last time I'll be writing in you. I'll put you somewhere safe, no worries.

Fare thee well, Diary.

The last entry ended with a fancy signature, dated on the day I was kidnapped. The day Crissi died.

We just sat there, on her bed, as the sun started to slant through the windows.

Finally, I spoke. "What a waste of effort!"

Jesse, who had his face in his hands, was hunched over on the bed. He peered out of one of the gaps his hands made.

"A waste of effort? What are you talking about?"

Too weary for explanations, I just reached for his hand. He looked at it, smiled, and took it, and we both walked back home, taking the cookies with us. Halfway home, he kissed me gently.

"Nada es un desecho del esfuerzo, querida, Sólo cuando nosotros no tuvimos nada buscar. Nothing's a waste of effort, querida, only when we had nothing to look for."