OK, for this story, each chapter is a different charactors perspective on it. Like, its the same thing, just from Suze or Paul or Jesse's POV.
I want to thank everyone who has reviewed MiniMediator, What's A Girl To Do, or any of my stories!!! You guys ROCK!!!
and now, the story:
Oh, yes, a plot might make you want to read, right? OK- Basically, the guy we love to hate has made life hell again for our favorite mediator. You don't actually find out what he did until I do Suze's POV, and even then, it'll be Paul's POV before it all clicks, I think....Anywho, here it goes!
Jesse's POV:
Sighing, I set down Critical Theory Since Plato- which I had been rereading for the third time- and glanced outside. It was growing darker, and Susannah should have been home two hours ago from her shifting lesson with Slater. I'd begged her- practically down on my knees begging her- not to go, because it didn't feel right. Something felt off about tonight, although she's been going for several weeks now.
I moved out to the roof, where Susannah and I usually sit after her lessons, I waited for a silver BMW to pull into the driveway.
Another hour passed, and still no sign of Susannah. There was no one else home, and I started to get very worried. More so than I usually get when she's out with that puto, Slater. A million explanations ran through my head, all more terrifying than the last.
Finally, more than three hours late, Susannah returned home. She didn't arrive in Slater's car- rather, she came running up the sidewalk, paying no attention to anything. In the dim light, it looked like she had been crying, perhaps for a long time. I started to go inside, but then wondered if maybe she wished to be alone for a moment. I became invisible to Susannah, waiting to see if she would call for me.
I sat on the window seat as Susannah entered. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks as she shut the door. She looked around her room, as if trying to sense me, and upon deciding I was not present, Susannah breathed and said, in a voice hardly above a whisper, "Thank God he's not here. I cannot look at him right now."
I was confused. Why couldn't she look at me right now? Had something...had Slater tried to tell her something, or done something to her? He would pay if he had hurt my querida.
Susannah continued to cry as she changed out of her regular clothing and put on pajamas. Sometimes, they were soft sobs, and other times, I thought she was going to pass out from not taking breaths between the tears. I longed to comfort her, to take her in my arms and promise her everything would be OK.
Instead, I watched from the shadows as Susannah cried, curled up under her blankets, staring into space. I had noticed a bruise forming on her leg, and wondered if Slater had been the one to give it to her. For his sake, it better not have been him...
Suddenly, Susannah became very quiet. I thought she had fallen asleep, but she hadn't. She'd merely stopped crying. I thought about showing myself now, but wondered if Susannah would be mad at me for not coming earlier, or for being here invisible the whole time. I stayed invisible.
And wished I had not...
I saw Susannah get up and go to her bathroom. She turned on the water, and filled the bathtub full. I watched closely as she stripped down and sank into it, sighing. She whispered, "Jesse...if you can hear me, I'm sorry...I'm sorry I had to do this..."
Sorry you had to do what, querida? I thought to myself...
She fell back, completely submerged in the water. I waited for her to come up, and she did not.
She seemed to be fighting to stay under, fighting to make herself stay under the water...
And the struggle stopped when her body came bobbing up to the surface.
NO!
She's not dead, merely unconsious! I quickly made myself visible, pulling Susannah's body from the water, checking for a pulse.
It was there. It was faint, but it was there!
I performed CPR, remembering the steps from a book I'd once read, and watched as Susannah coughed back to life. Her beautiful emerald eyes blinked up at me, fear and sadness buried in them. Shaking she wrapped her arms around me in the tightest embrace we'd ever had.
I carried her to her bed once she'd put her clothing on again, and set her down gracefully. "Susannah...why did you try to leave? Why did you attempt to take your life?"
Susannah stared at me a moment before casting her eyes downwards. She stared at her bedspread. "Susannah, did something...I mean, did something happen at the shifting lesson tonight?" I would kill Slater if he had hurt her. "Did...Did Slater try something? Hurt you in any way whatsoever?"
Susannah would not answer me. She kept her gaze downcast, and I saw tears had started to fall again.
I did not need the specifics. Slater had hurt mi querida...He will pay. Later. For now, I held Susannah to me, whispering soothing Spanish to her. "Querida, I love you." I whispered in English. "Please, don't leave me..."
"I won't Jesse." Susannah whispered back. "Never again will I try to leave...I love you so much...I don't know what I was thinking."
To a silent house, we talked about the past events. I tried to get the story out of Susannah, but she wouldn't tell me much. Just that Slater had pushed the limits, and that she had taken care of him.
But not before he'd hurt her...
I want to thank everyone who has reviewed MiniMediator, What's A Girl To Do, or any of my stories!!! You guys ROCK!!!
and now, the story:
Oh, yes, a plot might make you want to read, right? OK- Basically, the guy we love to hate has made life hell again for our favorite mediator. You don't actually find out what he did until I do Suze's POV, and even then, it'll be Paul's POV before it all clicks, I think....Anywho, here it goes!
Jesse's POV:
Sighing, I set down Critical Theory Since Plato- which I had been rereading for the third time- and glanced outside. It was growing darker, and Susannah should have been home two hours ago from her shifting lesson with Slater. I'd begged her- practically down on my knees begging her- not to go, because it didn't feel right. Something felt off about tonight, although she's been going for several weeks now.
I moved out to the roof, where Susannah and I usually sit after her lessons, I waited for a silver BMW to pull into the driveway.
Another hour passed, and still no sign of Susannah. There was no one else home, and I started to get very worried. More so than I usually get when she's out with that puto, Slater. A million explanations ran through my head, all more terrifying than the last.
Finally, more than three hours late, Susannah returned home. She didn't arrive in Slater's car- rather, she came running up the sidewalk, paying no attention to anything. In the dim light, it looked like she had been crying, perhaps for a long time. I started to go inside, but then wondered if maybe she wished to be alone for a moment. I became invisible to Susannah, waiting to see if she would call for me.
I sat on the window seat as Susannah entered. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks as she shut the door. She looked around her room, as if trying to sense me, and upon deciding I was not present, Susannah breathed and said, in a voice hardly above a whisper, "Thank God he's not here. I cannot look at him right now."
I was confused. Why couldn't she look at me right now? Had something...had Slater tried to tell her something, or done something to her? He would pay if he had hurt my querida.
Susannah continued to cry as she changed out of her regular clothing and put on pajamas. Sometimes, they were soft sobs, and other times, I thought she was going to pass out from not taking breaths between the tears. I longed to comfort her, to take her in my arms and promise her everything would be OK.
Instead, I watched from the shadows as Susannah cried, curled up under her blankets, staring into space. I had noticed a bruise forming on her leg, and wondered if Slater had been the one to give it to her. For his sake, it better not have been him...
Suddenly, Susannah became very quiet. I thought she had fallen asleep, but she hadn't. She'd merely stopped crying. I thought about showing myself now, but wondered if Susannah would be mad at me for not coming earlier, or for being here invisible the whole time. I stayed invisible.
And wished I had not...
I saw Susannah get up and go to her bathroom. She turned on the water, and filled the bathtub full. I watched closely as she stripped down and sank into it, sighing. She whispered, "Jesse...if you can hear me, I'm sorry...I'm sorry I had to do this..."
Sorry you had to do what, querida? I thought to myself...
She fell back, completely submerged in the water. I waited for her to come up, and she did not.
She seemed to be fighting to stay under, fighting to make herself stay under the water...
And the struggle stopped when her body came bobbing up to the surface.
NO!
She's not dead, merely unconsious! I quickly made myself visible, pulling Susannah's body from the water, checking for a pulse.
It was there. It was faint, but it was there!
I performed CPR, remembering the steps from a book I'd once read, and watched as Susannah coughed back to life. Her beautiful emerald eyes blinked up at me, fear and sadness buried in them. Shaking she wrapped her arms around me in the tightest embrace we'd ever had.
I carried her to her bed once she'd put her clothing on again, and set her down gracefully. "Susannah...why did you try to leave? Why did you attempt to take your life?"
Susannah stared at me a moment before casting her eyes downwards. She stared at her bedspread. "Susannah, did something...I mean, did something happen at the shifting lesson tonight?" I would kill Slater if he had hurt her. "Did...Did Slater try something? Hurt you in any way whatsoever?"
Susannah would not answer me. She kept her gaze downcast, and I saw tears had started to fall again.
I did not need the specifics. Slater had hurt mi querida...He will pay. Later. For now, I held Susannah to me, whispering soothing Spanish to her. "Querida, I love you." I whispered in English. "Please, don't leave me..."
"I won't Jesse." Susannah whispered back. "Never again will I try to leave...I love you so much...I don't know what I was thinking."
To a silent house, we talked about the past events. I tried to get the story out of Susannah, but she wouldn't tell me much. Just that Slater had pushed the limits, and that she had taken care of him.
But not before he'd hurt her...