ã€ŠStolen Virtueã€‹


 Chapter 1: The beginning

    ¡°He¡¯s mine, you dumb bitch!¡±

    ¡°In your dreams you slut!¡±

    Yep, that¡¯s how my first day back at high school started out. With two girls, that are best friends, fighting over the same guy. Oh, and not just any guy. NO, the one and only Clyde Romeo Davis, all-star of the¡­ wait for it¡­ Glee-club.

    Yes, you heard me right, I said Glee-club. Oh, but this is not your average, garden variety geek Glee-club, no Sir, this is the popr Glee-club. You¡¯re only allowed to audition if you¡¯re extremely beautiful, with long flowing hair, porcin skin, a size nothing, big boobs and super-rich. Oh yeah, and talentes somewhere in there.

    ¡°I said he¡¯s mine!¡±

    ¡°Why would he even want you?! You¡¯ve got no boobs!¡±

    The tug a war kept going on between, Brianna Martians and Brittany Geller. They were hands deep into each other bleach blonde hair. Pulling one way and or the other. Yep, fighting in front of the school, over a guy who was leaning against his car, forcing his tongue down Brenda Kelly¡¯s throat. What a jerk. Granted, he¡¯s a hot jerk, but a jerk nheless.

    Ok, this was getting weird, B number 1 and B number were still fighting, while B number 3 (another best friend) was practically having sex with Clyde up against his car. Ugh! It was gross.

    A fair crowd had gathered by now, all watching. However, no one parting, all seems to be enjoying the show. Don¡¯t get me wrong, we¡¯re not a bad bunch. We¡¯re a very lovely school, with one of the top grading systems. We aim high and reach for the sky.

    Yes, that¡¯s our school motto. Lame, I know but hey, what can you do? Ashwood Academy is the best of the best. Only made people send their children to this school. It¡¯s a no-nonsense, strict school, but the best part is that we don¡¯t have to wear uniforms. How cool is that, not like other stuck up private schools.

    Anyway back to the reason we¡¯re all here watching and not breaking up the fight. You see, Brianna, Brittany and Brenda are what you¡¯d call the Queen Bs of the school. They¡¯re popr, beautiful and mega-rich. Every girl wants to be them, and every guy wants to date them. They are so alike in every way it scary. Same height, same dress size, same hair colour, same eye colour, same nose job. They dress the same, talk the same, drive the same cars and even date the same guys. Like I said, scary.

    Now, the Bs are not liked by many. Why you might ask? Well, let me see¡­ Aha, I got it. It could have something to do with the fact that, they are mean to everyone. They think they¡¯re better than everyone and acts like they run the school. Almost all of the students watching were a victim of the Bs at one point in their lives. So no, no one is breaking that fight up.

    I stopped looking at the fight and ran my eyes around the school. I know that a few of the teachers have seen them fighting. What I don¡¯t get is why they were not doing anything about it. I looked over at the giant Ashwood tree and saw Mr and Mrs Roman, our Maths and Science teachers, watching the fight too. Ok, so apparently everyone in the school hated the Bs, even the teachers.

    My eyes drifted over the school parking lot; I saw Clyde¡¯s ck Lamborghini Veneno, however no Clyde and no Brenda. Well, I guess he got tired of sticking his tongue down her throat. Not like I care or anything.

    I heardughtering from the building¡¯s entrance, so I turned, and you would not believe what I saw. Clyde almighty was smirking at the two fighting Bs, whilst Brenda wore a bored look. What the hell, your two best friends are fighting over the guy you were just kissing, at least act like you care or something.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    A few of Clyde¡¯s friends wereughing and cing bets. Clyde¡¯s eyes scan the crowd andnded on me. I swore his smirk dropped slightly, but I must have imagined it. Because the next thing he did was, grabbed Brenda and stuck his tongue down her throat, however never taking his eyes off of me. I rolled my eyes and turned away. Even though, the moment his eyes met mine a sense of longing and safety came over me. What the hell was that about?

    ¡°So, how long do you think we have to wait before someone is brave enough to break them apart?¡± My best friend Sanity Love asked. ¡°Oh, I don¡¯t know. Maybe if we all go inside, these two bitches will kill each other by the time someone does decide,¡± that¡¯s my other best friend, Dillon James, who gave that beautiful reply.

    ¡°Hey, there¡¯s an idea.¡± We all startedughing but stopped when we saw the Principal. Stone-face and not looking too happy. Ok, so I guess that means it¡¯s time to run. I grabbed Sanity, and Dillon and we eased our way out of the crowd. Making a quick escape, getting out of the Principal¡¯s wrath. Sure enough, as we were entering the doors to the school, we heard it.

    ¡°Break it up, girls. To my office now, all of you. Including the ones who were watching. This is not the behaviour that should be expected of the student of this school. This school has a very strict no-tolerance to violence, this kind of behaviour; will not be epted.¡± Yeah, like he¡¯d be able to do anything about it.

    The popr kids in school all behave like royalty. They do what they want, to whomever they want, whenever they want. And expelling them is so not an option unless the school wants to lose its cash flow. So trust me when I say, they Bs are soon gonna be walking the school halls like they own it.

    I entered the building with my friends, leaving the scene behind us. Best not to test our luck. We walked and talked, chatting about our summer vacation. Sanity was talking about meeting another hot guy, at her parents¡¯ summer house in Cape Cod Massachusetts. Dillon was going on about a summer science convention; he attended with his brothers in Australia. I, on the other hand, had to spend my summer with my Dad, his new wife and her sex-starved sons. Ugh! Talk about the worst summer ever.

    My Mom, Sally Daniels and my Dad, Roger Daniels got divorced about 3 years and a half ago, right after my brother Mark and My sister Mary died. I know you¡¯re probably wondering how they died, but I just can¡¯t talk about that right now. It still hurts to think about it.

    Anyway, both my parents were hurting, as you would expect, after losing two kids just a month apart. My Mom, however, was taking it the worst. She sort of just gave up on life. She started drinking and would lock herself in her room for days, refusing to eat. Me and my little sister, Jenny tried the best we could to help, but it didn¡¯t matter what we did, we would still hear mom crying at nights and dad arguing with her, to focus on her other kids.

    After about two months of no change, dad packed up his things and left. The week after, my mom received divorce papers. Dad wanted me and Jenny to live with him, but we couldn¡¯t leave our mom. She needed us; it would have been like losing two more of her kids all over again. Mom got herself back together after that, with help from her Doctor friends, and she returned to work. Oh, my mom¡¯s a Brain Surgeon and my dad¡¯s a Lawyer.

    A year after the divorce, my dad got married to one of his employee in his firm and moved to live in Marnd, with her and her two sons. Jenny and I got to visit on holidays and the odd weekends. We both hate it there.

    Whenever we visit, our evil step-monster Lte Webster always has this stic smile on her face. She is always sweet and caring when our dad is around, however when dad¡¯s not there, her true ck heartes out. As for her sons, can you say perverts?

    Mason Webster is 18, and Gerry Webster is 16 and as horny as ever. Whenever we would visit our dad, Jenny would always sleep in my room. I did not trust any of those two pervs, anywhere near myself or my 15-year-old sister. So yeah, this summer was spent with the step monsters. I¡¯m just freaking d to be back. I missed my bed, my house, my mom, my friends, hell I even missed school, and that¡¯s saying something.

    ¡°Hello, Earth to Juliet. Are you even listening?¡± Sanity nudged me in the side.

    ¡°Ouch! That freaking hurt.¡± I cried.

    ¡°Serves you right for not listening.¡± Dillonughed.

    Ok, so I¡¯m a daydreamer, sue me. ¡°I was listening; San was talking about another hot guy she met and Dill, you were talking about how cool the Convention was.¡±

    Sanity snorted, ¡°Yeah, I bet that¡¯s all she heard.¡± I rolled my eyes and started walking ahead of them. ¡°Come on, let¡¯s get our books and head to ss before thete bell rings.¡±

    I was going through my locker, minding my own business. (Yeah right). Trying to remember what my first ss of the day was when I heard a loud bang. I looked around to see if anyone else heard it. However, they were all going about their business. That in its self should have told me to do the same. But I had to go find out what it was. Nosy much.

    I got my books out of my locker and headed off in the direction I heard the bang. I walked for a bit, peering into empty ssrooms. I was about ready to give up when I heard voices. I followed it,ing up to another empty ssroom. I peeked in, I didn¡¯t have to open the door, as the top half of the door was ss.

    What I saw made me gasped in horror. Clyde Davis had a knife press up against, Sam Harley throat. (Weird kid who thinks he¡¯s a badass when really he¡¯s just one the real badass bitch). Anyway back to the story, my brain can never stay on track.

    Like I said, back to the story. Sam is crying and begged for his life. Henry Wigmasters, Billy Newton and Jax Manner were all just standing there, watching. Clyde made a small cut drawing blood, causing Sam to cry even more. The guys wereughing and calling him a bitch.

    The sight made me angry and scared. I knew Clyde was bad news. You know, the kind of guy your mother warned you about and your dad would shoot first and ask questions aboutter. But watching him be so mean to poor Sam made be mad.

    The strange thing, however, is that I was more upset with the fact that Clyde was turning out to be worse than I thought, rather than what was happening to Sam. What the hell is wrong with me, I should be more upset that he looks like he¡¯s about to slit Sam¡¯s throat.

    I couldn¡¯t make out what they were saying, but it sounded like, Sam had stolen something of value from Clyde and was unable to ount for its whereabouts. Clyde was giving him two options, 1. Return the item he stole by the end of the day or 2. Lose a finger every day until he returns it. I was so hoping Sam went for the first one.

    I stupidly dropped one of my books, causing all eyes to look my way. I dropped to the floor, hoping they did not see me. I picked my book up and ran to my ss without looking back. When I was in the safety of my ss, I began to breathe easily. I sat there wondering whether Clyde was really going to hurt Sam if he didn¡¯t return what he had stolen. After a while, I told myself that it wasn¡¯t my problem and pushed it out of my head.

    This year was supposed to be the beginning of my problem-free life. Instead, it started out with more problems than I can handle.

 Chapter 2: The not so new girl

    Physic 101, my not so favourite subject. Why do I need it, because my parents said I did? So here I am sitting in the back of the ss, hoping to disappear into the walls. A few of the student were still talking about their summer vacation.

    Apparently, Suzy Yong, spend it with her dad in China but mostly with her bodyguard Yin. Brenda, B number 3, spent it spent in Clyde¡¯s bed, and Clyde spent it with all the Bs and a few other names I know and didn¡¯t know.

    You must be wondering how is it that I know these things? Well, when you sit in the back and pretend to be invisible, everyone else starts to believe you are. The things people will say when they don¡¯t know you¡¯re there. Clyde and a few other members of his gang were in my ss. However, they never once looked at me, so I guess that means I¡¯m in the clear.

    Mr Franks walked into the ss carrying more books than he can handle. He set them down with a loud thud, making a few of the students groan. He adjusted his sses on his nose and smiled. ¡°Well students, wee back. I hope you all enjoyed your summer?¡±Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    The ss began to cheer, with, ¡°Hell yeah¡± and ¡°You know it.¡± I, on the other hand, was not so cheerful. When the ss settled down, Mr Franks exined what we would be covering over the year. He started to hand out projects. Putting a stack on the desk in each front row table, telling the students to take one and pass the rest down.

    Well, like I said before, I pretend to be invisible, so people tend to not see me. Well, guess what? This also applies to my teachers. All the projected was handed out and invisible me was the only one who did not get one.

    ¡°Ok, so you have your first project of the year sitting in front of you. So let¡¯s begin. As you can see, we are going to experiment a little. We are going to be looking at Estimat¡­¡±

    ¡°Um, Mr Franks, sorry to interrupt Sir, but¡­ I, um, I didn¡¯t get the project sheet.¡± I cut him off mid-speech.

    Mr Franks pushed his sses up his nose and cleared his throat. ¡°And who might you be, youngdy?¡±

    Ok seriously, is he really saying he doesn¡¯t know who I am? ¡°Juliet, Sir. Juliet Daniels.¡±

    He stared at me a little before he spoke again. ¡°Well, Ms Daniels, are you new? Is this your first day?¡±

    My what? You have to be kidding me.

    I started tough but stopped when I saw that he was serious. ¡°Um, no Sir. I¡¯ve been in your ss since junior year.¡± Mr Franks looked slightly perplexed. ¡°Are you certain youngdy?¡± I wanted to roll my eyes, just as much as I wanted to disappear from all the eyes that were on me. ¡°Ah, yes Sir, I¡¯m sure.¡±

    Mr Franks shrugged, ¡°Hmm, I seldom forget a face.¡± Well, I guess that means that my face is pretty forgettable. He handed me my project sheet and continued teaching the ss. How sad was that, to not be remembered? A whole year in the man¡¯s ss and he doesn¡¯t even know who I am. Makes you wonder, doesn¡¯t it? How many of my teachers actually know who I am? I might just have to test that theory.

    The rest of the ss went on pain-free. A few of the students were giving me looks and snickering, but apart from that, it was normal. Well, as normal as can be.

    I retrieved my books for my next ss and began walking in that direction. The hall was empty, so I was pretty sure I was alone. I popped my iPod into my ears and began to hum the tune, before long I was full out singing. Something I would never do in public. One of my favourite songs started ying, and I was lost in the music. I began singing; I didn¡¯t even realise I was passing the music room, and the door was wide open.

    ¡°Just a small-town girl, living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere. Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit. He took the midnight train going anywhere.

    A singer in a smoking room, the smell of wine and cheap perfume. For a smile they can share the night, it goes on and on and on and on.

    Strangers, waiting, up and down the boulevard. Their shadows searching in the night. Streetlight people, living just to find emotions. Hiding somewhere in the ni¡­¡±

    ¡°That way incredible.¡± OK, ok, don¡¯t freak out, just pretend like you didn¡¯t hear him and keep on walking. So that¡¯s what I did, I kept walking. I only got like ten steps in before I felt a hand on my shoulder.

    ¡°You¡¯re the not so new girl, right?¡± So you know what I did? I freaked the hell out. What if he did saw me spying on him earlier, and wanted to make sure I was going to keep my mouth shut. What would I do if he asks me about what I saw? Deny. Yep, I¡¯ll deny seeing anything. That should get me off, right?

    I turned to face him, white as a ghost and shaking like a leaf, my heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest. My traitorous heart was trying to run for cover, leaving my body to take the heat.

    ¡°Uh, h-hi. Um, I was just¡­ Um, that wasn¡¯t me. Well, of course, it was me, I-I¡¯ll just leave now, bye.¡± With that said, I ran. Ok, so that could have been handled better. I just made a total fool of myself in front of Clyde Davis, ugh, could this day get any worse?

    I reached my next ss in record time, taking my usual seat at the back. This ss is one of my favourite ss. English literature, Ms Avery makes learning fun. I was just getting into my Romeo and Juliet reading assignment when in walked Clyde. He gave Ms Avery a teacher¡¯s note and took a seat upfront. This cannot be good we had Physics together and now English Lit. Please God, be good to me.

    ¡°So, Romeo and Juliet. Yes, yes, we are doing Romeo and Juliet, so stop your whining.¡± Ms Avery said, rolling her eyes,ughing, when a few of the students, mainly the guys, startedining. ¡°What I wanna know, is what you guys think about the love between Romeo and Juliet? Would you say they were too young to know what love is, or do you think that the grown-ups should have let them explore that first love?¡± She looked around the ss for Volunteers but got none. She sighed and chose one anyway.

    ¡°Henry, what do you think about Romeo and Juliet?¡± Henry Wigmasters, best friend of Clyde and a fellow crew and Glee member. Henry put his hands behind his head and leaned back smirking. That can only mean one thing. Nothing good was going toe out of his mouth. As if on cue, he spoke.

    ¡°I think Romeo was a fool. What he should have done, was tap that and move on. Ain¡¯t no real man gonna kill himself for some chick.¡± He high five a few of his friends who started cheering. I inwardly snorted; those assholes wouldn¡¯t know love even if it crawled up and bit them on the ass. I pity the women foolish enough to fall in love with them.

    Ms Avery just rolled her eyes and moved on to the next person, which was Samantha Hills. A girl who is a little less shy than me. Samantha fidgeted with the stuff on her desk, dropping her red hair into her face, then answered.

    ¡°I, um¡­ I think that true love is a figment of our imagination. Something we all hope is out there and will one day find. But what¡¯s really out there is heartbreak and lies, thates from the mouth of a bunch of hormonally charged idiots. Had the grown-ups left them alone, they would have eventually found that out and probably kill each other instead of themselves.¡±

    Wow. That was¡­ Scary. Who broke her breadstick? I know I¡¯m weird, but that was epic weirdness. The ss was silent, everyone was looking at Samantha like she just killed their cat. Ms Avery cleared her throat to break the awkward silence; a few of the students, who were sitting around Samantha, moved their chair as far away from her a possible. Such drama Queens, what is she going to do? Make them spontaneouslybusted.

    ¡°Well, Samantha, that was¡­ Passionate. Anyone else have anything to add¡± Ms Avery asked, looking very anxious to move on. Clyde stuck his hands up, and my heart literally skipped a beat. Ms Avery nodded for him to speak and he did the unthinkable.

    He turned and looked right at me, and I froze. ¡°Why don¡¯t we ask our very own Juliet? After all, they share the same name.¡± Why God, why. Have I not been a good girl? Run. That¡¯s what I wanted to do, run and never look back. I hate being put on the spot. Why is he doing this to me? He has never spoken to me before today. Why won¡¯t he just ignore me like everyone else?

    Everyone turned to look at me, and I panicked. I grabbed my bag and my books and ran. The day just officially got worse. Ugh! I hated Mr Franks for making me the no so new girl, and I hated Clyde Davis for noticing me.

 Chapter 3: Loser

    ¡°Really, Juliet. Are you really gonna make me study on a Saturday night?¡± Sanity was looking at me like I just dropped from space or something. I rolled my eyes at her and pushed her homework book in front of her.

    ¡°You told your mom you wereing over to study, so that¡¯s what we are gonna do.¡±

    She grabbed the book, buried her face in it and groaned. ¡°You are such a buzz kill. We must be the only teenagers in the world who study on a Saturday night.¡±

    As if to prove her point, my sister Jenny walked in, wearing a super cute, ck skinny jeans and her ckce bra.

    ¡°Hey Jewels, can I borrow that cute pink top that our step-monster gave to you?¡±

    ¡°Sure, it¡¯s in the back of the closet. Where are you off to?¡±

    Jenny was already going through my closet when she answered. ¡°Oh, a group of us are gonna go to the movies. Wannae?¡±

    She got the top and put it on. Looking in the mirror, adjusting her boobs.

    ¡°Ah, no thank you. I¡¯ve got to study. Does mom know?¡±

    Jenny turned to face me, rolling her eyes. ¡°You¡¯re such a Nerd and of course mom knows.¡±

    She started to leave, but turned back, ¡°How about you, San? Wanna ditch the nerd ande have some fun?¡±

    Sanity actually looked torn. After a while, she sighed dramatically, ¡°I really, really want to, but I can¡¯t. Your sister can be really mean when she wants to, and if I leave she will never speak to me again. So go, have fun for the both of us.¡±

    Jennyughed, ¡°Ok, see yah losers.¡± with that she left the room.

    ¡°Have you decided what you¡¯re gonna wear to the school fundraiser on Friday?¡± Sanity asked, pretending to study.

    Iughed, ¡°You can stop pretending to study now. You¡¯ve been on that page for thest half hour and to answer your question. No, I haven¡¯t because I¡¯m not going.¡±

    She sat up, closing her book. ¡°What do you mean you¡¯re not going? I need you there Juliet, you¡¯re my wing-girl.¡± Her wing-girl? Really?

    I rolled my eyes at her, then turned my attention back to my book.

    ¡°Nope, not gonna happen,st time I was your ¡®wing-girl¡¯ you ended up with that jerk Billy Newton.¡±

    Sanity gasped when she heard Billy¡¯s name. I sat back up feeling like crap.

    ¡°I¡¯m so sorry San, I know you don¡¯t like to be reminded of Billy.¡±

    She put on a brave face and smile, ¡°It¡¯s ok, that was a long time ago, and I¡¯ve put that all behind me now. But you¡¯re stilling with me to the dance, even if I have to tie up and drag you there.¡±

    I ignored her and continued with my studying. Me, going to the school fundraiser, so not gonna happen.

    We study for another two hours; then Sanity had to go. Her parents wanted her back at home, to babysit her little sister, while they go hunt down her other little sister, who had snuck out of the house to go to a party. I finished off the rest of my work, theny on the bed wondering why Sanity¡¯s parents were so strict.

    Well, since Sanity turned 18 a month ago, they have been giving her a little more freedom. However, before that, her curfew was 10 pm, noter. She was only allowed to go out in groups, never alone. Sanity always followed the rules her parents set. Unlike her 16-year-old sister, Purity, who always breaks them.

    I know what you¡¯re thinking. Who in their right mind would name their daughters¡¯ Sanity and Purity, and let¡¯s not forget the other sister, 6-year-old rity. And I thought my mom was weird, naming two of her kids with M and the other two with J. And whenever she wanted to call on us, she would shout, MJs, instead of using our full names.

    Anyway back to what I was saying. Mr and Mrs Love being strict parents. My mom, on the other hand, was far from strict. She¡¯s kinda like a rich hippy, she believed in being free and trusting her kids to do the right thing.

    So long story short, I can go to parties and sleep out if I wanted. ording to my mom, it¡¯s all part of being a teenager. She says it¡¯s better that, she knows what we¡¯re doing and where we¡¯re doing it, opposed to us sneaking out and her not knowing anything at all. In which case she has a point. Sanity loves my mom.

    I started drifted off to sleep about one in the morning when I heard Jenny entering her room. Mom might not be too worried about herings and goings, I on the other hand will definitely be speaking to her about it. Stupid girl doesn¡¯t she remember what happened to Mary.

    ¡°So did your parents ever find your sister on Saturday night?¡± Dillon asked Sanity. We were in free period. This is the only ss we have together. Every Thursday. Our free period was not like other schools free period. We were not allowed to leave the ssroom unless it¡¯s an emergency. We were to study or do our homework, nothing else.

    ¡°Yeah, they did. She was at her boyfriend¡¯s house, having a duo party if you know what I mean.¡±

    I gasped and Dillonughed, ¡°No way, what did your parents have to say about that?¡±

    Sanity snorted, ¡°What didn¡¯t they have to say.¡±

    Dillonughed quietly, ¡°I guess they¡¯ll have to change her name from Purity to Impurity.¡± We allughed and got a warning look from the teacher monitoring the free period.

    We were walking in the Hall, on our way to the cafeteria. Laughing and talking.

    ¡°So have you decided which dress you¡¯re gonna wear tomorrow? The red one is my favourite, but the white one looked so sexy on you, Juliet.¡± Here we go again, I have heard nothing but talk of the school fundraiser from Sanity all week. The girl was truly obsessed.

    I gave Dillon a, please save me look, but he just shrugged his shoulder and mouthed, ¡°Don¡¯t look to me for help, I¡¯m going to the fundraiser to remember.¡±

    I gave him an evil look, letting him know that he was forever in my book of traitors. Dillonughed, then edged closer to me and whispered,

    ¡°If you really don¡¯t wanna go, I can tell San that we promised to help my mom out tomorrow?¡± I turned and gave him my biggest smile, nodding. My smile, however, was short-lived.

    ¡°No! I don¡¯t care if you promise Jesus you¡¯d be his best friend for a day, tomorrow is not that day. You two are going to the fundraiser and that is final.¡±

    Dillonughed and I pouted. He threw his hand around me saying,

    ¡°I tried, but I¡¯m no match for her.¡±

    We continued on our way, not really paying attention to our surroundings and bumped into the three Bs.

    ¡°Watch, it losers.¡± They said, all of them together, at the same time.

    I was about to apologise, not wanting to get on the Queen Bs bad side. But Sanity, bless her insane heart, chose that moment to stand up to them.

    ¡°Who are you Calling losers, you stic, triple bitches?¡±

    OMG! We are dead, we are so dead. The Bs took a step closer to us, the look in their eyes promise revenge.

    ¡°You three stooges are going to pay, no one talks to us like that.¡± Brenda was the one who spoke and the other two Bs were smirking at us. They walked off flicking their hair when their warning was delivered.

    A few students were looking at us. Some with pride and others with pity. Most of the students walked as far away from us as possible as if just breathing in the same air around us will make them a target of the Bs. This year was getting from bad to worst.

    Dillon turned to me, brushing my hair away from my face, standing a little too close forfort.

    ¡°Are you Ok, Juliet? You look a little pale.¡±

    I don¡¯t know why, but my eyes were drawn to the far corner of the hall. There I saw Clyde standing with his friends. His eyes were trained on me, cold but yet warm. I felt bare like he saw pass the act, to the real me. The vulnerable, insecure me.

    I couldn¡¯t take my eyes away from him. I didn¡¯t want to take my eyes away from him. In those eyes, I saw safety. My heart started beating out of my chest, slowly everything and everyone started to fade away and all I could¡¯ve seen was Clyde. He took a small step away from his friends but stopped suddenly.

    His eyes zoned in on something, and I swore I heard him growl before his eyes returned to mine. The emotions there were so strong, I couldn¡¯t read them. However, I am dead sure anger was one of them. Why would he be angry at me?

    I felt a light squeeze on my waist, which brought me back to reality. I turned to focus on Dillon and smiled. He asked me the same question as before and I was just about to nod, when this loud bang, made me almost jump out of my skin. The entire hall became eerie quiet and stunned, looking to where the sound came from.

    Clyde friends were holding him back, from punching another hole into his locker. His eyes caught mine again and my breath caught. Shrugging his friends off, he walked away.

    Dillon snorted, ¡°Typical tug. Destroying school property for no reason.¡± I wanted to defend Clyde, I wanted to say he had his reasons, but I didn¡¯t, because I didn¡¯t know what his reasons were. Dillon asked me if I was ok again, only this time his fingers were making small circles on my waist.

    I stepped a little away from him and answered, ¡°Yes, I¡¯m fine. What I want to know is¡­ What the hell San? Why would you egg them on? Do you not like our lives? Because I sure as hell like mine, all I wanted to do was get through senior year, without getting picked on by the Queen Bs.¡±

    ¡°Sorry?¡± she squeaked, picking off an invisible thread off her red jumper.

    I sighed, ¡°Come on, let¡¯s hope they forget about us.¡± But I knew different. The Bs never forget. We had somethinging, and whatever it is, it¡¯s gonna be big.

    ¡°He was not, you¡¯re seeing things again, San¡± I rolled my eyes at my best friend, even though I knew she was right. San threw a baby carrot at me and I gave her a dirty look.

    ¡°Ugh! This friendship is never gonnast if you keep being violent to me.¡± She threw another carrot at me and I held my heart,

    ¡°We¡¯re on ourst leg, one more carrot and we¡¯re doom.¡± Just as I finished speaking something cold hit my nose. I pushed my lunch tray away and fold my arms,

    ¡°That¡¯s it, I¡¯m filing for divorce from the friendship, but I want shared custody of Dillon. There¡¯s no way I¡¯m letting you have him all to yourself.¡±

    Sanity sighed dramatically, throwing her hands up. ¡°Ugh! Would you stop and be serious for one minute, please. This is may-jo important.¡±

    She paused for a moment, looking around, like whatever she was about to say was top secret and cannot be overheard by anyone. On a whisper, she said, ¡°Clyde Davis was checking you out in the hall earlier. Dude made the locker door his bitch, when he saw Dillon touching you.¡±

    She leaned forward, her eyes were set seriously. ¡°Juliet, you know what this means?¡±

    Huh? I shook my head from side to side, ¡°No. What does it mean?¡±

    She squealed happily, causing me to cringe, ¡°It means that you guys are gonna fall madly in love and have lots of beautiful babies.¡± I stared at her dumbfounded for a few second. Snapping myself out of it, I rolled my eyes then burst outughing.

    Sanity looked offended by my outburst and I stoppedughing, trying to look serious but failing at it.

    When I wasposed enough, I said, ¡°We are so not falling in love and having any babies. And why would Clyde care if Dillon touched me? Have you seen his groupies, I pale inparison.¡±

    Sanity rolled her eyes at me, ¡°You have no idea how beautiful you are. Juliet, your wavy dark brown hair is so god damn beautiful and you haven¡¯t been to a salon in years.¡±

    I smiled, I must admit I do love my hair, they are my best features.

    ¡°Your eyes are freaking teal. Teal! Who the hell have teal eyes? Your body is amazing, you have the tiniest waist I¡¯ve ever seen, and your breasts are fun size.¡±

    My brows knitted in confusion, huh? What the heck is fun size breast? So I asked as I unconsciously cupped my breasts. ¡°What the heck is fun size breasts?¡±

    Sanityughed, ¡°It means, their just the right size to be yed with.¡± I gasped in horror, ¡°Why would anyone want their breasts to be yed with?¡±

    Sanity was about to answer but stopped when Dillon sat down to join us with his lunch tray. He reached into my te and stole one of my fries and I swatted his hand away causing him tough.

    ¡°Touch the fry and die¡± Dillon stoppedughing and looked at me strangely.

    ¡°You¡¯re so beautiful when you¡¯re pretending to be angry.¡± I looked at him confused for a while. Then I rolled my eyesughing.

    ¡°Nice try buddy, but ttery will get you nowhere. You still can¡¯t get my fries.¡± A look of hurt pass over Dillon¡¯s face, but then it was gone, reced by a smile.

    He shrugged his shoulders, ¡°Hey, at least I try, right?¡±

    Sanity had a smirk on her face and she was looking from me to Dillon. ¡°What?¡± I asked when she just kept on staring. She shook her head, thenugh.

    ¡°Juliet, you are so clueless. Something I wonder how someone so smart can be s¡­¡± she did not get a chance to finish her sentence, because at that precise moment Dillon was being covered in multi-coloured slushy. I screamed when some of it touched my skin. Damn that shit¡¯s cold.

    Dillon jumped from his seat with his fist clenched and fire in his eyes. He looked about ready to beat the crap out of whoever did it. You¡¯d think that because Dillon is best friend with two girls that he¡¯s a shy, weak nerd, but you¡¯d be wrong. Dillon is a nerd alright, but the hot kind.

    He¡¯s 5 feet 11, with dirt brown hair and dark chocte brown eyes. When Dillon¡¯s not spending time in theb mixing chemicals, he¡¯s in the gym beating the crap out of a bag. So you can guess what his body looks like.

    I almost felt sorry for whoever did it. However, that was until I saw a smirking Brittany and a fake shock looking, Brianna.

    ¡°I¡¯m so sorry, I just wasn¡¯t paying attention, I thought this is where the trash is supposed to be.¡±

    Sanity and I jumped up when it looked like Dillon was going to hit her. ¡°Dill, calm down, ok. Don¡¯t do anything stupid.¡±

    Brianna looked at me with scorn, then turned to Dillon, ¡°You should probably listen to your girlfriend.¡±

    Dillon shrugged us off of him and took a step closer to Brianna and Brittany. The entire cafeteria was silent. Everyone was waiting to see what Dillon would do. Brittany and Brianna took a step back, fear evident in their eyes. Dillon now eye to eye with them spat out.

    ¡°I will get you bitches for this!¡± With that, he walked out of the cafeteria, leaving us all staring after him.

    Sanity and I looked at each other, shocked. We have never in our lives seen Dillon so pissed. Brittany and Brianna came out of their shock state and walked away, but not before casting death res at us. In their eyes, we could see their meaning as clear as day. You¡¯re next.

    It was the night of the fundraiser and I was forced to wear my white dress, by my bully of a best friend. I wasn¡¯t too keen on wearing it. Not that it didn¡¯t look hot, it just wasn¡¯t me.

    ¡°OMG, Juliet you look super sexy.¡± Sanity said after she finished styling my hair in a half up and half down style. I took a step over to the mirror and gasped at my reflection.

    The white dress hugged my body like a second skin. It was elegant and sexy at the same time. The dress was a one sleeve, slit front, mermaid beaded crystal, white chiffon and tulle evening dress.

    For you to understand why I said that this dress was not me, I¡¯ll have to break it down some more. Ok, so here goes. The side of the dress with the sleeve was sheer and designed with beaded crystals. Half the back of the dress was made with the same sheer material and beaded crystals. The slit that stopped mid-thigh again had the same material and beaded crystals. Yeah, so not me, I wanted to be invisible remember.

    Sanity wore a green mid-calf, sexy strapless, body-con hl bandage dress. It looked amazing on her, hugging her curves in all the right ces. Her red hair was styled in an elegant braided updo, and her make up was very simple, bringing out the gold in her eyes.

    Dillon arrived in his father limo to take us to the fundraiser he looked very handsome in his tux.

    As we were leaving my sister started toin, wanting to know why she wasn¡¯t allowed to go. Even though we did go to the same school, but in different buildings.

    Sanity went ahead of me, leaving me behind to walk with Dillon. She got in the limo and I made to follow her, but Dillon stopped me. I turned smiling at him.

    ¡°You look absolutely beautiful, Juliet.¡± I thanked him for thepliment and we proceeded to get into the limo.

    When we arrived at the school, the function hall was filled with student and teachers. All dressed elegant and stunning. In case I forgot to mention, the fundraiser was put together by a few of the student, in order to raise money for a better more equipped sports hall.

    After about an hour of having fun in the function hall, Clyde and his crew walked in. The way hemanded a room was amazing. I was sitting at the table, Dillon, Sanity and I shared, my feet were killing me from all the dancing I did with Dillon. My head was resting on Dillon¡¯s shoulder and I was watching Clyde as he moved around the room.

    The moment his eyes made contact with mine, my heart stopped. I slowly lifted my head off of Dillon¡¯s shoulder and stood. For the life of me, I don¡¯t know why I did it. Both Dillon and Sanity asked,

    ¡°Juliet are you ok?¡± I didn¡¯t answer, however, I just stood there unable to take my eyes off Clyde. The way he was looking at me made me feel beautiful, sexy and desired.

    He started walking towards me, and with every step, he took my breath got a little less shallow. Clyde approached me and held out his hand.

    ¡°May I have this dance?¡± He asked. I ced my hands into his without a second thought and nodded my reply. Clyde led me away from the table towards the dance floor. I never took my eyes off of him, so I didn¡¯t see Dillon¡¯s angry reaction or hear Sanity squeal of delight.

    When we reach the dance floor, Clyde pulled me into him, one hand on my lower back and the other further up. I slid my hands around his neck. My lips were slightly parted and begged him with my eyes to kiss me. His eyes went from my eyes to my lips and back again.

    He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, ¡°Absolutely breath-taken, like a goddess, that¡¯s how you look tonight. Elegant, sophisticated and sexy as hell.¡±

    His lips touched my skin like a light breeze causing my breath to hitch. I closed my eyes as he slowly pulled away, the emotions running through my body were all new to me. I¡¯ve never before wanted a guy to touch me, much less put his lips on mine.

    I opened my eyes and looked at Clyde and in his eyes, I saw passion, desire and something else. My inside started to slowly burn when his head dipped. I waited in anticipation for his lips to meet mine.

    ¡°Clyde, there you are, we were looking everywhere for you.¡± My body stiffened and I saw the muscle in Clyde¡¯s jaw tighten. My hands slid away from his neck and I stepped out of his arms. How could I be so stupid, this was Clyde Davis? He has almost every girl in the school throwing themselves at him. However, he just takes what they offer and moves on to the next.

    I was disgusted with myself for being exactly like those girls.

    I turned to face the Queen Bs, who was ring at me. I must admit they all looked beautiful. They wore the same dress but in different colours. A deep V front, floor-length body-fitting dress. I made to move off, but Clyde grabbed my hand and held me back. I looked at the hand on me then back at him. However, he just kept on ring at the Bs.

    ¡°What do you want?¡± He hissed through clenched teeth.

    Brenda, the leader of the Bs, stepped towards him and ced her hands on his chest. She pouted her lips as she spoke and batted her eyes at him.

    ¡°You did promise to dance with us earlier, we were just wondering what was taking you so long.¡± I stood there, shocked. People were starting to look our way and I was feeling like an idiot.

    With his free hand, Clyde moved both of Brenda¡¯s hands away from him.

    ¡°I¡¯m busy,¡± Clyde said, offering nothing more. Brenda pouted at him, then turned and red at me.

    ¡°With that?¡± She spat the words out as if they left a bad taste in her mouth. Clyde¡¯s hand tighten on me, but I didn¡¯t feel it, I was too busy feeling embarrassed.

    Having had enough, I pulled my hands away from Clyde and walked away. I walked with my head held high all the way back to my table. Dillon saw the look on my face and came to me. He opened his arms and I stepped right in. I buried my face into his shirt and he walked me out of the hall, with Sanity following. The ride home was done in silence and that day was never mentioned again.

    Three week¡¯s had passed since the fundraiser and nothing happen. I was starting to think that maybe, just maybe the Bs had forgotten about us. Boy was I wrong. It started when we arrived at school on Wednesday morning, everyone was looking at us andughing. Well to be more precise, they were all looking at Sanity andughing.All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.

    We were at our lockers, getting our books for the first bell. The stares were getting worse and a bit annoying. We ignored them as best as we could. After retrieving our books, we started to make our way to ss. By then the stares had turned into whispers and smirks. Something was off.

    I knew whatever it was, it wasn¡¯t going to be good. About five minutester my fears were confirmed. We each got a ping on our phones at the same time. I took my phone out and checked the video. I gasped when I saw it was a video of Sanity, in bed with Billy Newton. The guy who took her V-card and broke her heartst year.

    Sanity gasped, finally understanding why everyone was staring at her. Her eyes welled up with tears and she took off running. I moved to follow her, but the Bs came in my face, cutting me off. They looked at the phone in my hand and smirked,

    ¡°I see you¡¯ve got our message. Don¡¯t look so sad you¡¯re gonna be next.¡± theyughed and walked away. I started tounch for them, screaming,

    ¡°You dumb bitches! How could do that to her?! You¡¯ll pay for this, I promise, you¡¯ll pay.¡± Dillon got me just before I made contact.

    It broke my heart so much, I knew how torn up and heartbroken Sanity was when Billy did that to her. He imed that he loved her, and after he slept with her. He left her the next day, and to make it worse, he told her, the only reason he ever gave her the time of the day, was to win a bet he made with his friends.

    It took Sanity months to get over that, now to have the Bs throw it back in her face, must have brought back all her bad memories.

    Dillon was still holding me, I was a bit ufortable, but I let him. I need the support more. We took off in the direction Sanity went, we search everywhere, but we couldn¡¯t find her. We eventually had to give up and go to ss.

    I sat through all my morning ss, worrying about my best friend. Where was she? She wouldn¡¯t just skip ss that¡¯s not like her. Granted, what happened in the morning, was cause enough for her to skip. What I don¡¯t get, is why she didn¡¯t tell me or answer any of my calls or texts.

    At lunch, Dillon and I were sitting in the cafeteria at our usual table. My head was resting on his shoulder and we were just staring at our untouched food. Clyde came up to our table. I smelt him before I saw him.

    He smelt like minted body wash with a hint of honey and cinnamon. Oh, how I love honey and cinnamon. I inhaled deeply and let my breath out with a sigh. This action caused Dillon¡¯s hand to tighten around me.

    Clyde took a seat across from us, he had a slightly worried look on his handsome face. And god was he handsome. Standing a little under six feet, with the body of Hercules and a face to match. His hair, a deep, deep coffee brown was just begging to be run through.

    The intense green in his eyes, made me feel like, getting lost in that forest colour would be life-changing. Oh, and his smile, God have mercy that smile would make a nun strip. The dimples are what does it for me. And don¡¯t even get me started on his lips. Just one word, delicious.

    The cafeteria was so quiet that had a pin dropped, it would have been heard by all. The student from the popr table was looking over at me like I was worth less than the dirt they walk on. And they couldn¡¯t believe that Clyde was fraternising with me. Clyde, on the other hand, did not seem to care that he was drawing attention to us.

    Clyde leaned across the table and took my hands. Shocking me so much, I bolted upright. I didn¡¯t, however, removed my hands from his. He rubbed the pad of his thumb across the back of hands, sending little thrills through my body. I¡¯m not sure, but I think I moaned because he smiled.

    He leaned a little closer, and it was like a ma because I found myself being drawn towards him.

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry about what the triples did to your friend. It was uncalled for. Is she ok?¡±

    That brought me right back down to earth. I leaned away from him and removed my hands from his. Why would he care?

    ¡°Thank you, and yeah, she¡¯s gonna be ok.¡±

    He smiled and stood, ¡°d to hear it, and don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll get them toyoff you, from now on. I would not want to see that beautiful face of yours sad and without a smile. That¡¯ll just put me in a bad mood, and no one likes when I¡¯m in a bad mood.¡±

    He turned to leave but stopped. Looking at Dillon then back at me

    ¡°Are you two dating or something?¡±

    I answered, ¡°What!? No!¡±

    The same time as Dillon said, ¡°So what if we are?¡±

    Clydeughed, ¡°I don¡¯t think your friend got the memo princess.¡±

    He leaned down and pushed my hair behind my ear. ¡°Such sexy lips.¡± He said his hands linger awhile before he moved back.

    The moment his eyesnded on my lips, shbacks of the fundraiser nighte to me. ¡°See yah around, beautiful.¡± He drooled. My eyes darken with desire, and my face was red as a tomato.

    He walked off then, with all the confidence of a Boss. I watched him take a seat with his friends at the popr table. The cafeteria went back to normal. However, a few students were still looking at me, some with curiosity, some with envy and some with hatred.

    I sighed when Clyde cast onest look at me and smiled. All the while, I felt Dillon¡¯s anger like a heatwave. Dillon red at Clyde, who was sitting andughing with his friends, then spat, ¡°Loser.¡±

 Chapter 4: My best Friends

    Sanity spent two weeks away from school after the video episode. She told her mom what had happened, and her mother called the school, expressing how disappointed she was, that her daughter was being bullied. The principal called an emergency assembly, telling all the student to delete all video pertaining to the incident. Anyone caught watching or sharing the video will be expelled.

    You must be wondering, how Sanity¡¯s mom got the principal to do that. See the thing is, Sanity¡¯s parents are Zillionaires. I mean both of her parents came from old, old money. Sanity is the richest student in the entire school. How is that for a shocker?

    When Sanity dide back, everyone had moved on to bigger and better things. The new gossip going around the school was the shing of boobs by head cheerleader, Eva Lorenzo. Eva decided it would be a good idea, to sh her boobs to a few of the male teacher in the teacher¡¯s lounge. A few of the student had bets going, on whether or not she would get expelled. So far no one has won.

    The weeks turned into months and Sanity returned to her old self. Dillon was acting weird, always trying to touch me and finding ways to be close to me. I have to tell you, I was a little freaked out by it. School went by smoothly, we had no more problems from the Bs. However, I was not stupid enough to believe, that they were finish with us, even though Clyde said he would make sure they left us alone.

    Talking about Clyde, he would smile whenever he saw me, and say ¡°Hey beautiful.¡± Or ¡°morning princess.¡± This causing Sanity to squeal, when she first heard and Dillon would frown, telling her good looks will only get you so far.

    One afternoon as we were all heading out, getting ready to head home. I was excited because Arrow was going to be on. I wanted to curl up on my bed with myptop and gaze at Oliver Queen. *Sighed* Anyway, I was about to jump into my car when I remember I left my keys in my locker, ¡°Shit¡± I cursed, ¡°My keys are in my locker.¡± Sanity gave me a, ¡°what¡¯s new?¡± look and Dillon chuckled.

    I held my heart, as if I¡¯m offended, ¡°Hey! So I forget things sometimes.¡± Dillon and Sanity both said, ¡°Sometimes?¡± in union and I rolled my eyes.

    ¡°Well ok, maybe not sometimes, but I do remember the important things.¡± Both of my best friends were still looking at me. I sighed, pouting. ¡°You two are mean.¡± They both startedughing and I pouted even harder. ¡°I¡¯m officially divorcing you guys, the papers will be on your desk in the morning.¡± I turned and walked away, leaving them shouting apologies after me.

    The hall was quiet when I entered. I located my locker and got my keys out. I closed my locker and started heading back out. It all happened so fast, one minute I was walking and the next I was being pulled into an empty ssroom. I began to scream, but a hand was ced over my mouth cutting off my scream. I looked at the person in front of me and felt my heart beat a little faster, but not in a good way. Jax Manner was smirking down at me.

    ¡°Sweet little Juliet, I have wanted to get you alone for a long time, but circumstance prohibited me from doing so.¡± I was shaking, tears falling freely from my eyes. I was scared. I was alone with Jax Manner, the evilest of his crew. I had heard of all the things he¡¯d done and the way he showed no remorse for his actions.

    He pushed me up harder against the wall, sending shooting pain down my back. I whimpered, and heughed.

    He leaned in close and inhaled my scent, ¡°such an intoxicating aroma, it¡¯s a shame I might have to kill you.¡± I gasped hearing him say that. Why would he have to kill me, what have I done? I got my answer when he said, ¡°Didn¡¯t your mother ever told you that, spying on others can be dangerous.¡± he leaned close to my ears and whispered, ¡°Very dangerous.¡±

    The realisation hit me. Ohmygod! That day when I saw them with Sam. I thought no one had seen me, but I guess I was wrong. Dead wrong. Clyde. Did he send Jax to do his dirty work? My heartfelt betrayed, I felt more hurt with the fact that Clyde would send one of his guys to hurt me, than the fact that Jax was clearly going to hurt me.

    I felt a sharp sting at my throat, that¡¯s when I realise that a knife was being pressed there. My eyes widen in horror and I started to squirm. His hand was still held over my mouth, so I couldn¡¯t scream. I heard movement behind him and I started to feel relief that someone was going to rescue me, but that soon went away when the person spoke.

    ¡°Jax man, I really don¡¯t think we should be doing this. Clyde will kill us when he finds out.¡± Jax spoke to the person without taking his eyes off of me. ¡°Who said he¡¯s going to find out. This bitch saw us, she has to be dealt with, those are the rules. If Clyde was thinking with his head instead of his dick, he¡¯d had done it himself. Instead of letting a potential witness walk around. He¡¯ll thank meter.¡±

    ¡°I not so sure I will,¡± Clyde said, his voice sounding angry. Jax span around me, so I was in front of him. His hand were around my waist and the knife at my neck. We were both facing Clyde now. Even though I had a knife pressed to my neck, I was d Clyde¡¯s anger was not directed at me. I could also see two other guys cowering behind Clyde.

    ¡°Put the knife down Jax, and let her go.¡± Clyde was standing there radiating confidence, authority and anger. So much anger. He looked at me. However, no emotion showed in his eyes. Jax shifted a little, causing the knife to go a little deeper into my skin and I cried out.

    Clyde¡¯s eyes became stormy. ¡°Put. The. F******. Knife. Down!!¡±

    The violence in his voice made me flinched. Jax, however,ughed. ¡°You would risk everything for this bitch? What so special about her anyway?¡± The hand he had around my waist, travelled up a bit, until it was just under my breast, making me gasped.

    ¡°Move one more inch and I will put a bullet between your eyes.¡± A gun. Clyde was pointing a gun at Jax. Where the heck did that gun came from.

    ¡°She¡¯d be dead before you can pull the trigger and I know that¡¯s something you wouldn¡¯t wanna risk it. So you put the gun down and I might let her go.¡±

    Clyde clenched his jaw but lowered the gun. Jaxughed, ¡°Yeah, thought you wouldn¡¯t wanna risk her life.¡± Sniffing my hair, Jax continued, ¡°You know what I don¡¯t understand man, you¡¯re not even getting any, but you¡¯re risking our friendship and everything we built for her. Why?¡±

    Before Clyde could answer, I was dropped to the ground and Clyde was rushing over to me. I was so scared and confused. Clyde took my face into his palm and forced me to focus on him. ¡°Hey, look at me. You¡¯re ok, you¡¯re going to be ok.¡± I nodded my head along with him, telling myself I will be ok in between sobs.

    After I calm down, I turned to see why Jax dropped me. He was lying on the ground at Henry¡¯s feet, who I guess knocked him out. He started to stir, then he came fully awake. Clyde left my side and went to him. He dragged him up by his shirt and began to punch him repetitively. Jax didn¡¯t stand a chance. I sat on the floor looking on in horror. This was the real Clyde I was seeing. I should¡¯ve run, I knew I should have, but I just sat there shaking.

    When Clyde finished punching him, he held him in a chokehold by his neck, then said into his ears, ¡°This would¡¯ve ended differently if you had just let her go.¡± He took Jax head into his hand twist. I heard the snap of bones so loud in my ears and I screamed when I saw Jax lifeless body fell to the ground.

    I picked myself up off the ground and ran. I never stopped running until I reach my car. I made to open the door, but then remember I dropped my keys when Jax grabbed me.

    ¡°Looking for these?¡± Clyde said from behind me.

    I turned around slowly, facing him. ¡°P-Please let me go, I-I promise I wouldn¡¯t say a-anything.¡±

    Clyde stepped closer to me and I pulled into myself. ¡°Shh, Juliet I¡¯m not gonna hurt you, I¡¯d never hurt you.¡± I looked up at him confused and he smiled, handing me my keys. I took it from him and wasted no time getting into my car and driving the hell out of there.

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    My sister and I decided to spent thanksgiving with our mom. It wasing up to the 4-year anniversary of the twins¡¯ death, and mom tends to fall back into old ways if she doesn¡¯t have us there to look after her. So we stayed at home watching old movies.

    Everything in school was going well, Clyde would still smile at me in the halls, but his crew members would give me wary looks. I kept my mouth shut and never told anyone what happen that day. I was scared, terrified even, but not of Clyde. No. I was terrified of the fact that I somehow trusted Clyde.

    My friendship with Dillon started to feel weird. It felt like I was losing one of my best friends. Dillon was just not himself, and every time I asked him, he¡¯d brush it off saying he¡¯s fine. But I could tell that something was wrong.

    One day at lunch I voiced my worries to Sanity. ¡°Of course he acting strange, he likes you, Juliet. The guys crazy in love with you and you don¡¯t even see it.¡±

    My eyes widen, I was clearly taken aback. My jaw was hanging open like a dead fish. Dillon loves me. No, it can¡¯t be. Not my sweet, caring best guy friend Dillon. Why, oh why does the world have to be so cruel? Dillon can¡¯t have feelings for me, he just can¡¯t. I need him as my best friend.

    ¡°You¡¯re wrong San, he can¡¯t have feelings for me. It must be something else. It has to be something else. Please God, please let it be something else.¡±

    I buried my head in my hands. My dark brown curls falling forward. I looked up through the veil of my hair, to find Sanity looking at me sympathetically.

    I sighed then asked, ¡°Are you sure?¡±

    Sanity nodded her head, ¡°Yep, just as sure as the 10 million I got for my first birthday. You can¡¯t hide from it anymore, Juliet. You need to either tell him you feel the same or tell him you don¡¯t. Either way, you need to put him out of is misery and fast.¡±

    Things between Dillon and I went from strange to stranger over the next few weeks. Ok, so I didn¡¯t tell him anything as yet. I¡¯m selfish I know, but I just didn¡¯t have the heart to end our friendship. He¡¯s been my best friend since forever. Far longer than Sanity and I. He¡¯s like a brother to me, and I sure as hell didn¡¯t feel like losing any more brothers. I tried to push it all to the back of my mind and pretended that everything was ok. Ignoring Sanity¡¯s advice.

    Christmas break wasing up and the Glee-club was putting on a show in the school¡¯s auditorium. It¡¯s a musical about how the world has evolved through music. It¡¯s called the Evolution of music. They were holding casting auditions and to get my mind off of what was going on with Dillon, I decided to try out.

    I dragged Sanity and Dillon along for moral support. I put my name down on the cast sheet and took a number. My number was 15. So that means, there were 14 students in front of me. You had to start off with an old song from the 50s working your way up. I had my list nned out since they announced they were doing the show and what it was about.

    We waited and listen to a few of the students. Some of them were pretty good, while others were just in terrible. The auditorium was filling up rather fast. Most were girls. The Judges were the Bs, Clyde and two of the music teacher, Mrs Moore and Mr Collins.

    Number 14 was up next, a girl I¡¯ve seen before, but I didn¡¯t know her name. She sang, Why do fools fall in love, by Frankie Lymon and the teenagers, for her 50s song then worked her way up to some really popr hits. She was very, very good.

    When my number was called, I started to panic.

    ¡°Ah, San, Dill, I don¡¯t think I can do this anymore. What was I thinking? Why didn¡¯t anyone of you talk me out of this?¡± I was in full-on panic mode.

    My number was called again, and the Judges were searching the crowd. I just sat there not moving. They were about to move on, when Sanity shouted, ¡°Hey, right here, she¡¯s over here.¡±

    I looked at her in horror, ¡°Why would you do that?¡± I whispered.

    ¡°Because you got this, Juliet. I¡¯ve heard you sing remember, and you¡¯re amazing. Go knock ¡¯em dead.¡±

    Sanity hugged me and Dillon kissed my cheeks, a little too close to my mouth for my liking. But I was too freaked out to care. I stood and made my way to the centre of the auditorium where the mic and the Judges were. My hands were shaking so bad. I looked at all the people staring me, waiting. Remember how I said before, I don¡¯t like being put on the spot. And remember what I did thest time that happened. Well, I did it again. Yes, I ran.

    ¡°I-I¡¯m sorry, I um, I c-can¡¯t do this.¡± I ran from that auditorium like the devil himself was after me. But not before I head Brittany saying, ¡°Probably can¡¯t even sing, that¡¯s why she ran.¡± I heard footsteps behind me, but I did not dare to stop. When I was almost to freedom, strong arms circled around my waist, stopping me from getting out of the building. I yelped, then scream.

    ¡°Hey shh, it¡¯s me, Clyde.¡± He put me back on the grown and I stop screaming. Tears were pouring down my face.

    ¡°Hey, don¡¯t cry. It¡¯s just a stupid audition, nothing for you to worry about.¡± I shook my head and cry harder. ¡°I-It¡¯s not just t-that, I-I embarrass m-myself in front of the entire s-school. I¡¯m such a dork.¡± I covered my face with my hands, not wanting him to see me cry anymore. I was already embarrassed enough as it was.

    He moved my hands away from my face, tilting my chin up. I looked deep into his eyes and he smiled, making my ruined day a little bit better. He caressed the side of my face as he spoke, freezing me to the spot.

    ¡°You¡¯re not a dork, you¡¯re anything but. You¡¯re beautiful, sexy, with a magnificent voice. You¡¯re caring and loving, and lots of people like you than you realise. Don¡¯t worry about what happened in there, because you¡¯re gonna go back in there and blow them away.¡±

    Yeah, that did it for the romantic moment. Go back in there, no way. Never gonna happen. Nope. I started to shake my head from side to side, the panic attacking back in full force.

    ¡°No, no, no, no, I can¡¯t. I can¡¯t do it, I just can¡¯t do it.¡± I was panting hard like I had just run the Olympic race. I was shaking all over and my hands were sweating. Clyde tried talking to me to calm me down, but I could no longer hear him from the blood rushing through my head.

    When talking didn¡¯t work, Clyde tried a different angle. He snaked his hand around my waist, pulling me t against him, gripping the back of my head. His lips were on mine faster than you can say HOT. And God damn, it was hot. His lips moved slowly, teeth nibbling my lower lip, tongue tasting my upper lip.

    My hands developed a life of their own, moving up his firm, solid chest to circle around his neck, then into his hair. I felt the wall against my back. I wasn¡¯t sure how or when we moved, but I was now braced up against the wall. He lifted me up and I wrapped my feet around his waist. How could someone who killed a guy with his bare hands be so caring and gentle?

    He continued his slow torture of my lips, nibbling, licking and sucking. The hand that was around my waist started to move ever so slowly, under my shirt and over my bare skin.All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.

    I expected to feel an electric shock or some supernatural force, like what you would read in romance novels. However, that was not the case. I felt a need so strong, I wanted his lips on mine, and I wanted his hand on my body. I wanted things that I¡¯ve never wanted before.

    He kept moving his hand higher and higher and I wanted to get closer and closer to him, as close as two people can ever get. My lips parted on a moan, and he wasted no time sliding his tongue into my waiting mouth.

    All this was new to me, all the passion, the need and the want. The fire burning deep inside of me. I followed his lead, using my tongue the same way he was. The wanton way in which I was behaving was a shock to me.

    I felt his desire pressed into me, as he broke away from my lips to trail hot little kisses down my jaw and my neck. I froze when I felt his hand over my breast. All my misgivings about being this close and this intimate with a guy came flooding back. He felt the change in me too. He removed his hand from under my shirt and his lips away from my neck. Slowly letting me down, he took a step back to give me some room and I let go of the breath I wasn¡¯t aware I was holding.

    We stood there in silence, collecting out selves, both breathing harsh and hard. He tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ear, smiling.

    ¡°I¡¯d like to say I¡¯m sorry I kissed you, but the truth is, I¡¯m not. It was too beautiful to be sorry about and I¡¯ve wanted to do that since I firstid eyes on you.¡±

    I smiled, I didn¡¯t know what else to do. He took a further step back, clearing his throat.

    ¡°Why don¡¯t you give the audition one more chance?¡±

    My eyes went wide, but he cut me off before I can get a word out. ¡°Hear me out. All you have to do is, go in there stand at the mic and sing. I¡¯ll be right there, just keep your eyes on me, pretend I¡¯m the only person in the room. Make everyone else disappear in your mind. What do you say?¡±

    I say no, hell no! I am never going back in there. But those were not the words that wereing out of my mouth.

    ¡°OK, I¡¯ll try, but if it gets too much, I¡¯m leaving again, OK?¡± smiling he nodded his head.

    ¡°OK, let go do this.¡± He offered me his hand and I took it, letting him lead me back into the auditorium.

    When we reached the door, he let go, giving me a reassuring wink then entered. Leaving me to face a shocked Sanity and a stone face Dillon, whom I guess followed me out when I ran. Which means, both my best friends saw that extremely hot kiss.

 Chapter 5: So you think you can dance

    After that epic kiss between Clyde and I, I went into the auditorium and song, all the while never taking my eyes off of him. I sang, 50s Santa Baby, by Eartha Kitt, 60s Will you still love me tomorrow, by The Shirelles. 70s I will survive by Gloria Gaynor, 80s to love you more by Celine Dion, 90s Sometimes by Brittany Spears. 20th century, Beautiful by, Christina Aguilera.

    Apparently, it was good, because everyone started pping and cheering. Clyde was smiling and pping. I smiled back, blushing a very deep strawberry red.

    We left right after that. Sanity was raving on, about how good I was and how stunned everyone was. Dillon, on the other hand, would not even look at me. He parted ways with us in the school parking lot and drove away without even saying goodbye.

    Sanity and I drove to my house for our sleepover. When we got there, the house was empty. I walked into the kitchen and saw a note stuck on the fridge. Mom¡¯s workingte again and Jenny was sleeping over by Margret¡¯s house.

    It¡¯s not that I¡¯m not ustomed to being alone, I just wanna spend some time with my family once in a while. I took out two sodas and handed one to Sanity. Later we ordered pizza and watched, reruns of Arrow.

    I mean, who doesn¡¯t love Stephen Amell. Those abs and that face. Is it me, or is it getting hot in here? Somebody open a window because I¡¯m burning up. I just love Arrow, I¡¯m an Olicity fan all the way. Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak forever!

    We were halfway into the second season of Arrow when Sanity went crazy with questions.

    ¡°Ok, so I can¡¯t keep quiet anymore. You kissed Clyde Davis. OMG, you kissed Clyde freaking Davis!¡± She was bouncing on my bed, hugging a pillow.

    ¡°So¡­ You have to tell me, was he any good? Did he curl your toes and melt your bones? Did you feel like ripping his clothes off, right there and having your wicked way with him? Don¡¯t leave anything out, tell me everything.¡±

    I¡¯m the one who got kissed and my best friend was acting more excited than me.

    ¡°Ohmygod, can you stop speed talking.¡±

    She threw a pillow at me, hitting me square in the face. Her eyes were very serious. ¡°I will hurt you for information, so start talking.¡±

    Iughed, earning myself another pillow in the face. I blew the hair out of my face and rolled my eyes.

    ¡°Ok, ok. Chill Olivia Pope, I¡¯ll tell you.¡± She dropped the pillow she was holding, eyeing me suspiciously, ¡°Smart choice, now let¡¯s hear it.¡±

    I thought back to the kiss and smiled dreamily. ¡°It was amazing. Like our lips were reunited after being apart for far too long. I couldn¡¯t have asked for anything more for my first kiss.¡±

    We both sighed, thenughed. We spent the rest of the night, talking andughing. I love our sleepovers.

    It¡¯s been two weeks since the nightmare audition and the epic kiss. I got a part in the show, which means I¡¯ve been working closely with Clyde and the mean Bs. The Bs has put me down and embarrassed me at every chance they got.

    No one ever tells them to stop, for fear of being bullied themselves. Clyde would tell me not to listen to them, ignore them that their just jealous because I¡¯m a better singer and dance than them.

    I would sometimes try to ignore the rudement or hurtful remarks, but today, however, what they said cut pretty deep. I was learning the steps to Jason Derulo Other Side. A few of the moves were a bit hard to get down. I tripped a few time, falling t on my ass, trying to do a weirdbination of a ballet spin and finishing in a strange hip hop move.

    After a few more tries of getting it wrong, I decided it¡¯s time to throw in the towel. I was hot, sweaty and more frustrated than ever. Grabbing my water bottle and my towel, I made my way over to where some of the others were resting.

    I took a seat next to a girl named Amy, number 14 on the casting list. She had a head full of beautiful ck curls and striking blue eyes. We stood just about the same height, 5 feet 7.

    ¡°You having a hard time getting the move down?¡± Amy asked, taking a swig of her water.

    ¡°You¡¯ve noticed, huh?¡± I asked feeling like a failure.

    Amy chuckled, ¡°Honey please, everyone¡¯s noticed.¡±

    I groaned, burying my face in my hands, embarrassed. Amy touched my shoulder,

    ¡°Hey, don¡¯t worry about it. You will get it down if you keep practising. Trust me, I know.¡±

    I looked at her not really believing. ¡°Really.¡±

    Sheughed, ¡°Come on, I show you a trick I¡¯ve learned.¡±

    I got up to follow Amy. She slowed the moves down, showing me ways in which to twist my foot and my body. I failed horribly, the first few minutes into the learning the move. We bothughed when I fell or ended up doing something entirely different. I finally got it after, maybe my fifteenth try. I was so excited, I hugged Amy, thanking her for her help. We wereughing and having fun, trying more moves and joking about.

    Amy started the track over, so we could try out the whole routine. We did it with minor mistakes, falling to the ground exhausted. My eyes were closed and I was trying to catch my breath. A shadow came over me, blocking out the light.

    ¡°That¡¯s pretty good. I see you got down the move, but you¡¯re a bit too slow on the footwork.¡±

    I open my eyes to see Clyde standing over me, looking very edible. His ck sweats and white wife-beater were actually doing good things for his body. His biceps were just begging to be squeezed. I justid there, staring up at his smiling face, feeling giddy. He was looking at me like he was waiting for me to say something.

    Ohmygod! Did he say something? I knew his lips moved, but for the life of me, I wasn¡¯t too sure if words came out. So I smiled, hoping that would be enough to cover the fact that I was admiring his body, instead of listening to him.

    It seemed to work because he started speaking again. ¡°Come on, get up.¡±

    He offered his hands and I just stared at it like an idiot. Touch him. He wants me to touch him. Should I do it? Last time we touched, our lips got involved. Although it was pretty good, no wait, who am I kidding? That kiss definitely could have won an Award. The damn thing was near volcanic. Anyway, as I was saying, even though the kiss was Hot, I didn¡¯t want a repeat in front of the show team.

    His hands were still there and he had this amused look on his beautiful face. His eyebrow quirk up and he was smirked,

    ¡°You scared? I¡¯m not gonna bite¡­ Much.¡± I swallowed the lump in my throat and took his hands. He pulled me to my feet, then nod at Amy to turn the music on.

    We were standing facing the mirror, I was in front with him behind. His body was pressed up against mine, both his hands were on my shoulders. He ran his hand down my right arm, bringing it to the back of his neck.

    Slowly he traced his way back down the arm that¡¯s around his neck, to my waist. He did the same with to my left arm, only instead of bringing it around his neck, he intertwined of fingers, resting our locked hands on my waist. Then we started to move to the music.

    Halfway through the song, we had to do a dip, not just any dip. Nooo, I had to wrap both my legs around his waist and we did a low dip. He brought me back up, and I slid down the length of his body, going into a quick split, then back up again. Can you say HOT?

    The dance ended with both my hands around his neck and one foot hooked around him. One of his hands was on the small of my back and the other on my thigh, of the leg that was around him. Our lips almost touching.

    ¡°Well, that was hot. So hot, it deserves to bebelled, Porn.¡± Amy said looking at us.

    Feeling embarrassed, I made to move, but Clyde held me back, ¡°We would be good together. Perfect actually.¡±

    He let me go and a rush of girls came over to him, asking for help with their steps, or to show them how to do it right. I wasn¡¯t really listening, I was mulling over what he just said. What did it all mean? Did he want to date me, or was it just about sex?

    Pushing it to the back of my head as thetter, I picked up my water bottle and drank deeply. Amy was looking at me smirking,

    ¡°What?¡± I asked, knowing very well why she was smirking.

    ¡°Oh, I don¡¯t know. It¡¯s not like you two didn¡¯t just have sex without having sex in the middle of the dance floor.¡± She spoke in a silvery voice, causing me to gasp.

    ¡°OMG! We did not.¡±Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    She startedughing and my face was bright red with embarrassment. Amy smiled, ¡°So, you think you can dance, without all the porno action next time. They are kids in this school.¡±

 Chapter 6: Mary

    Amy continued to embarrass me and I started to ignore her. She said something funny making us bothugh. I looked over to where Clyde was showing a few girls the right move. He ced his hand on one of the girl¡¯s waist, which causes me to frown. Ok, why was I frowning, it¡¯s not like I like him¡­ right?

    I mean, I can¡¯t even stand the guy, he just a womanizing jerk, who could care less how the girl feels after he uses and dumps them. And he¡¯s a killer. It doesn¡¯t matter that every time he touches me or even looks at me my body goes up in me, that¡¯s just my hormones speaking, right? I should definitely stay from him. Shouldn¡¯t I?

    I was startled out of my thoughts by one of the Bs, Brianna to be precise, who had an evilly sweet smile on her stic face.

    ¡°Do you think that rubbing your t chest all over Clyde will get him to like you? Well, news sh sweetie, he likes a little something to hold on to. Sweet little Juliet, you should get out of the kitchen before you get burnt. Clyde¡¯s only going to Screw you and dump you, and you might just have to kill yourself like your sister did.¡±

    My hand came up so fast, pping her across the face.

    ¡°Don¡¯t you ever talk about my sister again, you hear me?¡±

    My voice was low and menacing. My entire body was vibrating with rage, her words working its way through me. Everyone was looking at us now. Clyde started making his way over, Amy held me back from lunging at Brianna.

    Clyde approached us, ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡±N?velDrama.Org holds this content.

    Brianna threw herself into his arms. Putting on the waterworks. ¡°She just pped me.¡± Brianna fake cried dramatically.

    Amy snorted, ¡°Not hard enough.¡± I pushed away from Amy, wanting to get the hell away from there. I started walking towards the double doors but stopped when Brianna said.

    ¡°Coward, just like your sister.¡±

    The rage thates over me was monstrous. I turned and my eyes zoned in on my target. I rushed to her screaming. I was snatched out of the air as I was about to jump on her and give her the beating of her life. I was kicking and screaming to be let go, but Clyde was not giving in. He held me until I calmed down, breaking into a fit of tears. I was sobbing hard, shaking with it. And I kept saying ¡°It¡¯s not fair. It¡¯s not fair.¡± over and over again.

    Clyde held me, said something to Amy, who then left the room. A few minutes after, Sanity and Dillon came running in. I broke away from Clyde and ran to them. They both took me in their arms.

    Sanity asked in a soothing voice, ¡°What happen?¡±

    Dillon picked me up, and carried me over to one of the empty sofas in the room, and sat with me curled up in hisp crying.

    Dillon was rubbing my hair, trying to calm me. ¡°Tell us what happened, Juliet, please? I can¡¯t stand to see you crying like this.¡±

    I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Every time I thought about it I got angrier. They waited until I was able to speak.

    ¡°M-Mary. Brianna called Mary, a c-coward.¡± My voice sounded so hoarse and thick with emotions. I almost believe it didn¡¯te from me.

    Dillon curse, under his breath, and Sanity turned hate-filled eyes on Brianna and the rest of the Bs.

    ¡°You insensitive, vile creature. Do you even know what happened to her sister?¡±

    Sanity was shaking with her own rage now. She took a step closer to the Bs who looked a bit scared.

    ¡°Mary, her sister, was raped, beaten and left for dead. She took her own life to escape the nightmares she was having. Every night she had to relive being raped and beaten again and again.¡± Sanity was so close to Brianna, her breath was touching her face as she spoke.

    ¡°So, don¡¯t you dare call her a coward, Got it?¡±

    The room was dead silent, everyone was looking from me to Sanity and back. Sanity came back over to me, she looked at Dillon and said,

    ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡±

    I got up off of Dillon¡¯sp and stood on wobbly feet. Everything started spinning and I began to fall. Clyde¡¯s strong arms came around me catching me before I fall. With his arms around me, I felt so safe, as if nothing bad can get me. I started to lean into him, when Dillon grabbed me away from him, saying in a chilling voice.

    ¡°Don¡¯t touch her, I¡¯ve got this.¡± He scooped me in his arms and we left the room.

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    ¡°Juliet Bonnie Daniels, give me back my red dress now!¡±

    I was hiding under Mark¡¯s bed trying not tough, while he was lying on it pretending like he didn¡¯t know where I was. Mary stormed in.

    ¡°Where is she Mark, I know you¡¯re hiding her.¡±

    I can only guess that Mark was giving her his Puppy dog innocent look. Mary grunted in frustration.

    ¡°Don¡¯t give me that look, Mark, I know you know where she is.¡±

    Mark sighed, ¡°Sorry sis, I just can¡¯t sell out one sister to the other, even if we are twins.¡±

    Mary stomped her feet and screamed, ¡°UGH! I hate you.¡± storming out the room. Mark shouted after her, ¡°Yeah, I love you too sis!¡±

    I came out from under the bed when she was gone and sat on the bed beside Mark. He put his arms around me and kissed my hair, ¡°You know you have to give it back, right?¡±

    I pouted my lips, ¡°I know, but I don¡¯t have to like it.¡±

    Mark chuckled, ¡°No. You definitely don¡¯t.¡±

    My shoulder slumped and I signed. Mark turned me to face him, ¡°Hey, what¡¯s wrong with you kiddo?¡±

    I sighed again and said in a sad tone, ¡°Why does she want to go that stupid party. Why can¡¯t she stay home with me? Mom and Dad are going on their date, Jenny¡¯s sleeping over at Margret¡¯s and you¡¯ve got a game. Why do I have to be home alone, I¡¯m gonna be bored to death.¡±

    Mark chuckled again, ¡°Did you even asked Mary to stay with you, or did you just hide her dress in hopes that she wouldn¡¯t find it and stay?¡±

    I felt the guilt weigh on me as I answered, ¡°Um, I just hide it.¡±

    ¡°Well, why don¡¯t you go try asking her?¡± I muttered an ¡°Ok¡± and left his room.

    I miss them so much and it hurts so much to think about them. Why did they have to die? It¡¯s all my fault if only I hadn¡¯t been so selfish. I¡¯m so sorry Mary.

 Chapter 7: Itéˆ¥æªš showtime

    The day of the show was finally here and I was not feeling as excited as the rest of the group. After the incident with Brianna, I started to keep more to myself. A few members of the dance group would avoid making eye contact with me, or they would be whispering and talking about me when they thought I wasn¡¯t listening.

    Clyde has been trying to talk to me all week, but I always made sure that we were never alone. Or I would make an excuse and leave. The Bs has left me alone too, they were back to pretending like I didn¡¯t exist.

    I was warming up in the girls changing room with Amy, waiting to be called out when it¡¯s our turn to perform. Sanity was there too, trying very unsessfully to calm my nerves. I was scared and worry that I¡¯d go out there and forget my steps. I¡¯ve grown a lot more confident than when I first walked into the auditorium, but not so confident, that I¡¯m not scared witless of making aplete fool out of myself.

    Mrs Moore, the music teacher, poked her head into the room, to tell us we were on in 5. Ok, I was about ready to run for the nearest exit. My palms were sweating and I was shaking like a leaf.

    Sanity noticed this and started to reassure me, ¡°Hey Juliet, look at me.¡± I looked at her and she smiled, ¡°You can do this. You¡¯ve survived worse than this. I know you, you¡¯re not a quitter. You¡¯ve got this. So go out there and make me proud.¡±

    I nodded, tears running down my face and hers. She chuckled swiping at the runaway tears. ¡°Now, you¡¯ve got me crying, and I hate crying.¡± We bothughed and hugged each other.

    There was barely enough time to touch up my make-up after my crying session. It was my groups turn to go out and perform. Amy came to stand by me as I was watching the turnout of students and parents. I scan the crowd for my sister and saw her sitting in the front row of the auditorium, with Dillon and Sanity.

    Clyde motioned us over to him, ¡°It¡¯s time to go guys.¡±

    Amy smiled, ¡°Let¡¯s go show em how it¡¯s done.¡± She ran out into the auditorium.

    I blew out a nerves breath and started to follow the group. Clyde captured my hand as I was leaving, pulling me back into the shadows, startling me.

    ¡°Hey, you ok?¡±

    The concern in his voice was very sweet. But why does he care? After the way I¡¯ve been ignoring him, I¡¯m thest person he should be worried about. Unless he¡¯s afraid, I¡¯ll screw up and mess up the whole show. Yep, that must be it.

    I smiled my best confident smile, hoping to reassure him. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m fine, you don¡¯t have to worry about me screwing up the show. I¡¯ve got this.¡±N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.

    Clyde looked at me hurt and confused for a few second, then it went just as fast as it came. He ran his hands through his beautiful brown locks then smiled.

    ¡°That¡¯s not the reason I¡­ Look, I just wanted to make sure you were ok and now that I know you are, I¡¯ll leave you alone.¡± The way he said that and walked off sounded so final. Why did that bother me so much?

    The crowd was cheering loud and a few of the students had banners, with words of encouragement. The music started and we danced and sing. Slowly first to a song from the 50s then we work our way through to the 20th century. The crowd cheered and shouted, there was even some whistling. I was tired and d to be done. There was onest number to do, the closing number that involved Clyde dancing and singing with Brenda. Their closing duet.

    I was back in the area of the gym that was cleared for us, grabbing my bags to go get changed to join my friends and family to watch thest number. I heard arguing when I was passing to get to the changing room. I stopped when I saw Amy and a few others listening in.

    ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± I whispered,ing to stand next to Amy.

    ¡°Apparently, Brenda tripped over a shoe and hurt her ankle. Now she can¡¯t dance with Clyde.¡± Amy whispered back, looking anything but sympathetic. A little too happy if you ask me.

    I started to ask her what her smile was all about when I heard my name along with shouting.

    ¡°Hell no Clyde, take Brittany or Brianna, they know the steps. Miss I¡¯m so perfect Juliet is out of the question!¡±

    ¡°Suck it up Brenda, we both know she could do those moves in her sleep. You¡¯ve seen how hard she¡¯s been working, can you guarantee that Brit or Bria will not miss a step?¡±

    There was silence then came Brenda loud annoying voice again. ¡°And this has nothing to do with the fact that you¡¯ve got the hots for her? The way you¡¯ve been watching her is pathetic.¡±

    I gasped and everyone who was outside Brenda¡¯s dressing room turned to look at me. My cheeks turned fire engine red. We all wanted to hear what Clyde would say, but no reply came. They started talking quietly so I decided it was my time to leave.

    I had just finished wiggling into my ck skinny jeans and was rifling through my bag for my summer green top, the one I didn¡¯t need a bra to wear. That¡¯s what my sister called it anyway. When the door to the dressing room came open. I paid it no heed. I¡¯ve changed with the girls before, and we¡¯ve all seen each other¡¯s bits. I located my top and then removed my bra.

    It was already on the floor when I heard someone cleared their throat. I turned around and almost fainted when I saw Clyde standing there. My hand came up so fast, covering my rtively small breast or my fun size breast as Sanity called them. We just stood there staring at each other. I felt slightly ufortable when his eyes started travelling up and down my body. I shift and cleared my throat, bring his eyes to my face.

    He didn¡¯t look in the least bit ashamed, to be caught ogling me. He smiled and gestured to the clothes in his hands, ¡°You wanna put these on, we¡¯ve got a duet to do.¡±

    I stared wide-eyed at him. What the hell! No sorry for barging in on you while you were changing or sorry for picturing you spread out on a bed. Not even a please can you do this duet with me. Guys got big balls.

    I ignored his clothes, turning my back on him, I grabbed my top and quickly pull it over my head. When I was certain I was decent enough, I turned back to face him.

    ¡°Nope, I think I¡¯m done for the night. Get someone else to do it.¡± I grabbed my bag and pushed past him to leave.

    His hand circled around my waist, pulling me to him. I gasped looking up at him. He gazed at my lips then into my eyes, ¡°I don¡¯t want anyone else, just you.¡± his words sounded like they had a double meaning.

    I swallowed the lump in my throat and push a little on his chest to be let go. He held me a little tighter, then let go taking a step back.

    ¡°Look, Brenda has hurt her ankle, and no one knows the moves like you do and you can out-sing all of thembined. I need you¡­ Please.¡± It was the please that did it for me. Well, and everything else he said wasn¡¯t so bad either.

    ¡°Ok,¡± I sighed, then red at the clothes, ¡°But I¡¯m not wearing that.¡±

    The clothes Brenda had chosen to wear, was anything but clothes. The top was shorter than my bra and my panties covered a lot more than the skirt. Like hell, I was wearing that. I looked at the clothes again and snorted.

    ¡°You can¡¯t even pay me to dress like a hooker, much less for free.¡±

    Clydeughed. ¡°Wear whatever you want, as long as you wear something. Because from what I just saw, you¡¯d cause a riot if you were to show all that skin.¡± He turned and walked away leaving me wondering about that, and yes, red with embarrassment.

    I wanted to keep on what I was wearing already, but I knew that dancing would be difficult in tight jeans. I quickly change into my high waist, ck wet look leggings and a cute white baggy belly top showing a bit of skin, but not too much. I sure didn¡¯t wanna cause a riot.

    I made my way to find Clyde, my ck stiletto making everyone turn to see who wasing their way. Clyde turned when he heard the sound, giving me a once over before smiling.

    ¡°It¡¯s hard to decide.¡±

    I frowned at him. What¡¯s he on about now? ¡°What¡¯s hard to decide?¡± I asked.

    He looked me up and down again then smirked, ¡°If I prefer you with or without clothes.¡± He didn¡¯t wait for me to reply to him. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me with him. ¡°Come on, it¡¯s showtime.¡±

 Chapter 8: After party

    This is where everything changed, I should have just gone home like I wanted too. If I had, maybe, just maybe things would have turned out differently for me.

    ¡°Ohmygod, Jewels I never knew you could have danced like that. I knew you could sing, but dancing¡­ Wow.¡± Jenny was going on and on about how good I was and that I¡¯ll have to teach her. How Dennis would just love to see her move like that.

    Wait, whoa. Hold up a freaking minute. Dennis!? Who the hell is Dennis!?

    ¡°Who the hell is Dennis!?¡± I voice what I was thinking.

    Jenny¡¯s eyes went wide with guilt. ¡°Dennis? Did I say, Dennis? I meant Denise.¡± She tried to backpedal. When she saw that I wasn¡¯t buying it she caved.

    ¡°Oh alright, Dennis is my boyfriend, and before you ask. I didn¡¯t tell you about him because I knew you¡¯d freak out.¡±

    Darned right I will freak out. What the hell is she thinking, having a boyfriend at 15?

    ¡°Jenny you¡¯re only 15, you needn¡¯t bother with a boyfriend, you¡¯re just way too young.¡±

    Jenny rolled her eyes, ¡°Mom doesn¡¯t think so, and she actually likes Dennis.¡±

    I gasped, ¡°Mom knows about this, and she¡¯s still letting you have a boyfriend.¡± Jenny grinned triumphantly. ¡°Yep, Mom¡¯s cool that way.¡±

    I threw my hands up frustrated, ¡°Unbelievable, am I the only grown-up in this family?¡±

    I set about walking away, rushing to get my bags. All I desired to do was go home and have a nice long soak. Ahh, paradise. In any case first things first, I needed to get the hell out of my shoes. My feet were absolutely killing me. Jenny ran up to catch me.

    ¡°Uh, where are you going?¡±

    I replied without stopping, ¡°Getting my bag and bouncing.¡± She grabbed on my arm to get my attention.

    ¡°What!?¡± I asked a little bit annoyed.

    ¡°Are you gonna act like that kiss never happened?¡±

    Hell yeah. That¡¯s precisely what I wanted to do. Actually no, I wanted to wipe it from everyone¡¯s mind. What was Clyde thinking? Scratch that. What was I think kissing him back like that? No doubt, the sooner everyone forgets about that mind-blowing kiss, the sooner my life can get back to being boring. I miss boring.

    I turned fully to face my sister, putting on my best-irritated look. ¡°Yes, that¡¯s exactly what I¡¯m gonna do, on the grounds that it shouldn¡¯t have happened in the first ce. So just drop it,¡±

    she carried on talking as if she didn¡¯t hear me. ¡°Well, it happened, and it was hot. Sizzling actually. So who is he? I tried asking Dillon, however, he just stormed out like hell was after him.¡±

    I groaned. Ohmygod Dillon. I figured I¡¯m gonna have to tell him it can never be that way between us.

    ¡°That¡¯s because he¡¯s madly in love with Juliet, and her doing the tongue dance with Clyde was just too much for his poor, poor heart.¡± Sanity chimed in. Coming to great us. Jenny looked about ready to burst with excitement.

    ¡°OMG! You¡¯ve got two guys fighting over you. Why don¡¯t I know about this?¡±

    I red at Sanity, ¡°That¡¯s because I don¡¯t. Look can we just¡­ not talk about this right now?¡± Jenny did not want to give in, however, one look at my face and sheplied. ¡°Fine, butter I want details.¡± Yeah like that¡¯s gonna happen.

    ¡°So, are you guys going to the after-party at Clyde¡¯s house?¡±

    ¡°No,¡± I said the same time as Jenny said, ¡°Sure.¡±

    I looked at her sternly, ¡°No we are not. We are going to go home, right Jenny?¡±Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    She looked at me like I¡¯ve lost my mind, ¡°Uh, so not right. I¡¯m gonna go to the party, you can go home if you want to. Dennis will drop me home after.¡±

    She walked away leaving me to pursue her.

    ¡°Jenny Judith Daniels, get your skinny butt back here right this instance!¡± I yelled after her, but she was already out the doors and hopping into a red mustang. I stood and watch the car drove away.

    ¡°I¡¯m gonna kill her.¡±

    Sanity came to stand next to me, ¡°Well, I guess that means we¡¯re going to the party after all.¡± I red at her, then storm back inside to get my bag and follow my dumbass sister. No way was I leaving her with a bunch of drunk horny teenagers.

    We drove up to Clyde¡¯s house, which was gated. However, the gates were opened. I guessed they opened it for the party.

    As I drove in I could see the brilliant polished white rock mansion looming over everything, standing magnificently tall. Over to the right of the entrance was a stunning marble fountain. A mermaid pouring water out of a golden jug, onto a step of lily pads. Hedge bushes trimmed in unique shapes creating a maze, just beyond the fountain. On the left was a driveway leading to the back of the house.

    We drove on and came up to a miniature version of the mansion. There was a massive car park filled with cars of other students from school. I parked the car and we got out. I notice that there was another house that sat directly behind the mansion with a veryrge pool. However, the house that the noise wasing from was the mini-mansion. Which I then noticed was situated more to the side than the back. This likewise had a pool in front of it, fill with people.

    I grabbed Sanity and we made our way into the house. A few of the student greeted me, offering up congrattion on an awesome performance. I thanked them and went in search of my sister.

    ¡°Stay close to me San, we can¡¯t afford to lose each other in this jungle. We need to find Jenny and get the hell out of here.¡±

    ¡°Sure thing, Grinch.¡± Sanity yelled over the music. I turned to look at her.

    ¡°What?¡±

    She rolled her eyes, ¡°Let¡¯s have some fun, then we can find your sister and get going.¡± I provided her with a look that said, I didn¡¯t think it was possible to have fun with so many sweaty, drunk bodies.

    She tugged her hand away from me and started dancing, ¡°Come on, loosen up a bit. You never know you might like it.¡±

    I shook my head, told her to be careful and not to drink any alcohol. I set off in search of my wayward little sister. I came across a few of her friends and inquired as to whether they saw her. They all said no, so I moved on, continuing my search. After about 30 minutes of nothing, I gave up.

    I was just about to go get Sanity so we could clear out. When I bumped into Clyde, who was walking away from Amy.

    ¡°Oh, sorry, my fault, I wasn¡¯t watching where I was going.¡± I apologised, steadying myself.

    He looked at me and smiled, swaying a little on his feet, ¡°Any chance of me getting to see you without that top on.¡±

    I was a bit taken aback, however, I let it go, in light of the fact that he was wasted. ¡°Only if it¡¯s in your dreams.¡± I countered.

    He smiled wickedly at me, ¡°believe me, sweetheart, in my dreams, it¡¯s not just the top that¡¯s off.¡±

    Before I could reply, he started swaying again. I took him by his arms and lead him into the kitchen. There were empty beer bottle and red cups all over the ce. I helped him to sit and went to the fridge. Pulling it open, all I saw was beers, can of sodas and more beers. I turned once more to Clyde.

    ¡°Where do you keep the bottled water?¡± Clyde looked at me like I¡¯ve never been to a party before. Which I haven¡¯t.

    ¡°Nobody wants water at a party, it doesn¡¯t quite hit the spot,¡± he chuckled. Well, I guess that means there¡¯s no way to sober him up.

    ¡°However if you really need it, I¡¯ve got a smaller fridge down in the basement. I¡¯ll go get you one from there.¡±

    He began to get up, swaying on his feet. I quickly went to him, helping him to bnce. ¡°Where do you think you¡¯re going?¡± I asked, really irritated with him for being stupid enough to get drunk.

    ¡°To get you water,¡± he slurred. That¡¯s weird. It appears as though he¡¯s gotten drunker, in the minutes he was with me.

    I cursed myself for being a nice person. ¡°Come on, I¡¯ll help you get it. You need it more than I do at any rate. Seems to me that whatever you drank is still working its magic on you.¡±

    He slurred again. ¡°Didn¡¯t drink anything strong, just one beer.¡± He led the way to the basement through a door in the kitchen. ¡°Yeah well, if you can¡¯t hold your liquor, you ought to not drink.¡±

    We turned on the light and went down the steps gradually, being mindful as to not trip and fall. When we got to the bottom, I gawked at the setting. This was no ordinary basement. This was a basement bedroom. A massive bed sat in the middle, of the pale white room. Fine art decorated the walls. Entertainment system and a chilling out area to one side. A huge walk-in shower, with transparent ss, sat directly before the bed. A walk-in closet in another corner. It was really nice, and somece I shouldn¡¯t be.

    I was just about to tell Clyde I was leaving, when I saw him opened the door to a room. Looking carefully, I saw that it was not a room but a fridge. He was just standing there staring into the fridge. I crossed over to him.

    ¡°Is something wrong?¡± I asked concern. He shook his head. ¡°Huh, that¡¯s odd, I could have sworn, I filled this fridge with water yesterday.¡± I came to stand beside him, ¡°perhaps you thought you did.¡± he looked at the fridge again, before taking out thest two bottled water and handed me one, ¡°Yes perhaps.¡±

    He sat on the end of the bed and twist the cap off his bottle and took a long swig. I started to feel ufortable, being alone with him anywhere near a bed. He motioned for me to sit, and I looked back at the steps then back at him. He chuckled.

    ¡°I¡¯m not going to jump you, Juliet. Let¡¯s just sit and talk for a while, then we can go back up, where we will be seen by everyone.¡±

    I was a bit hesitant at first, but I trusted Clyde. I sat on the bed a little away from him. Having nothing to do or say, I opened my bottle and gulped it all down in one go.

    Clyde looked at me smiling, ¡°That thirsty, huh?¡±

    ¡°Sorry,¡± I said, ¡°I¡¯m just nervous.¡±

    Heughed again, ¡°Yeah, I gather that from the way you¡¯re shaking.¡±

    He stood, ¡°Look, if this makes you ufortable, let go back up st¡­ whoa.¡± he put his hands to his head. I blinked a few time when I saw two of him. I got up to help him and started to sway myself. I fell against him and he caught me.

    ¡°Hey, Juliet are you alright?¡± My head was started to feel heavy and vision was all over the ce.

    ¡°I¡¯m not certain, I feel woozy and funny.¡±

    Clyde let go of me long enough to grab his half-empty bottle and sniffed it. He cursed a few times and held my arms. He could scarcely stay on his feet himself, yet he tried to get me to move to the stairs. I stumbled and fell on the bed.

    Clyde was pulling on my hand, attempting to get me to move. ¡°Juliet, listen to me. We¡¯ve been drugged. We need to get up those stairs and get help, ok?¡±

    I was so out of it. I could hear Clyde¡¯s voice however it was far away as if at the end of a tunnel. He kept saying something about, being drugged and needing help. I tried to listen harder. When it finally hit me it was toote.

    I saw the personing out of the shadows. I couldn¡¯t make them out, but I could see that they were tall. I attempted to caution Clyde to watch out. However, I couldn¡¯t get my mouth to structure the words. The person pushed something into Clyde¡¯s neck and he fell onto the bed.

    Iy there staring at Clyde then at the stranger who was removing Clyde¡¯s clothes. I was so terrified and apprehensive inside, however, I couldn¡¯t appear to move or even talk. At the point when the guypleted the process of stripping Clyde, he arranged him appropriately in the bed.

    The stranger approached and began to draw off my leggings. With whatever bit of strength I had left, I utilized it to kick him, which got him in the arm. He grunted, however, proceeded. When my leggings and my panties were off, he removed my top and my bra. Inside I was going insane, recalling what happened to my sister. I wanted to scream, shout and cry, however, I could scarcely keep my eyes open.

    When hepleted the process of undressing me, he merely remains there gazing at me. I¡¯ve never felt so dirty in my life before, I wanted to scrub my skin till it bleeds.

    He murmured, ¡°Sa oled nii kaunis.¡±

    Everything within me told me, I had to remember those words. I shut my eyes with those words carved into my brain. I felt him move me under the cover with Clyde and felt the sharp pick at the back of my neck. Myst thought before everything went ck was ¡®I should never havee to this stupid after-party.¡¯

 Chapter 9: The morning after

    Alright. Who the hell would be drilling this early in the morning? My eyes felt so heavy, and I wanted to go back to sleep. So why was that person still freaking drilling? I attempted to move, to tell them to put a cork in it. My body felt wounded and frayed. My god was the bedfortable. I felt like I was sleeping on fluffy clouds. Talk about heaven.

    I did not want to move. My body simply wanted to sink into the bed and give way to deep, dark sleep. I had to move, however, to get that person to stop drilling. But the moment I move, the louder the drilling got. I put my hands to my head to settle it and that¡¯s when I realised the drilling was happening inside my head. What the hell!

    My eyes fluttered open, everything was blurred. I blinked a few time to adjust my vision. When my eyes began to focus, I took in my surroundings. The ce where I was, was unrecognizable to me. It seemed familiar, yet for some reason, I couldn¡¯t ce it. Everything about the ce was strange and somewhat frightening. What happened? How had I gotten here? More importantly where the hell was here?

    My mind was flooding with questions, all of which I didn¡¯t have the answers too. A terrifying fear started to set in, parallelising me where Iy. I began to sit up, hurting all over. My body felt battered and used. A moan came from behind me, freezing me in ce.

    My fear from earlier multiply ten folds. Someone was in bed with me, touching me. I lift the cover slightly and bit down on my lips to keep the cry from escaping.

    Ohmygod!

    I was naked and in bed with a stranger. My body was already telling me what my brain did not want to ept. My brain could not even form the words, it did not want to believe that, something so cruel and vile could have happened to me. I started to move slowly out of the bed, taking care not to wake the sleeping person. I did not want to find out what would happen if I stayed any longer.

    As I moved I tried to remember what happened the night before, however every time I tried my mind drew nks. It was like my brain wiped the memorypletely away. I didn¡¯t get very far out of the bed when a hand grabbed me. I froze at first, then panic set in and I gave way to a deafening terror-filled scream.

    The person turned me over, pping arge hand over my mouth. At that point, I began to kick and fight. I would not let myself be vited like that, without putting up a fight. I tried to scratch him, but he pinned my hands above my head with his free hand.

    He was saying something, but I was too frantic to listen. I started to fight, even more, wanted to get free. He moved between my thigh, and I started to cry. I put aside fighting and opt for begging.

    ¡°Open your eyes, Juliet. I not gonna hurt you, I promise.¡±

    That voice, I knew that voice. I slowly opened my eyes, I didn¡¯t even realise I had them closed. When my eyes focused on Clyde¡¯s face, I felt confused, then hurt and betrayed. I started to panic all over again. He moved his hands away from my mouth and I started screaming again. I was shaking my head from side to side, begging.

    ¡°Please don¡¯t do this Clyde. Please don¡¯t do this to me.¡±

    The sobs wereing fast and hard, rocking my body with the force. I looked up at Clyde and saw he look just as confused as I felt. He released my hands when he realised that he was still holding them. He moved off of me just as quickly. Too afraid to move, I stayed there clutching the covers to me.

    ¡°Did¡­ Did I¡­ Touch you? Did I do that to you, Juliet?¡±

    He was looking at a spot on my thigh that was exposed. The shape of a hand, which had already turned an ugly blue, was branded on my skin. With shaky hand, I tucked the sheet over my exposed skin. He reached over to touch me.

    ¡°Juliet, I¡¯m so sorry.¡± I jumped from the bed, dragging the covers with me, yelling.

    ¡°Don¡¯t touch me! Don¡¯t you dare touch me!¡±

    I red at him, but my eyes were drawn away by the dark red stain on the sheet. I gasped in horror, covering my mouth to stop the scream from escaping. Clyde looked down at the bed to see what I was looking at and cursed. I was shaking my head, walking backwards until my back came against a solid wall.

    My body slid down the wall, and I started to sob, ¡°Take it away! Take it away! Please just take it away.¡±

    Clyde wasted no time dragging the white stained sheet from the bed, throwing it to the side. But the white mattress had the same stain as the sheet, where the blood seeped through.

    I couldn¡¯t take my eyes away from it. There was just so much blood. Visions started to flood my brain of another bed covered in blood. The screams, I just couldn¡¯t stop the screams. Clyde threw something over the bed covering up the blood. I was almost grateful to him until I remember why it was that the bed was stained.

    Clyde sat at the end of the bed, watching me. His eyes filled up with tears. He looked beaten and broken, not like the strong, confident Clyde I know. He wiped the tears away then ran his hand through his hair. Never taking his eyes off of me.

    ¡°Do you remember what happened?¡± He asked softly. I shook my head, sniffing.

    ¡°No, do you?¡± He nodded, ¡°A little, but not how you got down here.¡±

    I didn¡¯t say anything to that. I shifted my eyes away from him. I couldn¡¯t bear to look at him anymore. I didn¡¯t want to see him look at me with pity or sorrow.

    ¡°What do you remember?¡± I asked after a long while. He let out a breath, shifting where he sat.

    ¡°I remember us doing the show anding to the after-party at my house. I remember someone giving me a beer, then feeling out of it. I remember bumping into you, I think you were looking for someone. After that everything else is a nk. I¡¯m sorry.¡±

    The show was yesterday? I came to Clyde¡¯s after-party? Why couldn¡¯t I remember any of that? I have never been to a party before, why did I decide to go to onest night? I looked at Clyde.

    ¡°Was I¡­ Was I drinking?¡± Clyde shook his head, ¡°I don¡¯t think so.¡± tears started flowing again.

    ¡°Why don¡¯t I remember anything?¡± I asked no one in particr.

    ¡°I can only think of one reason,¡± he said, looking at me.

    ¡°We¡¯ve been drugged.¡±

    The way he said it was like D¨¦j¨¤ vu. I tried to remember where or if I¡¯ve heard those words before. However, every time I tried to remember, my head exploded with pain. I put my hands to my head and moaned.

    ¡°Are you ok, Juliet?¡± Clyde asked moving a bit closer to me, however not to close as to startle me.

    I nodded, ¡°It¡¯s just¡­ Every time I try to remember something, I get this horrible pain. It¡¯s like I¡¯m trying to break down a wall with my head.¡±

    ¡°That can sometimes happen. It¡¯s your brains coping mechanism, it hides the stuff that you are unable to handle to protect you from further hurt. Give it time, it¡¯ll eventuallye back to you.¡±

    An ufortable silence settled over the room. Both of us avoiding the question we both wanted to ask. I wanted to me him. Oh, how I wanted to me him. I wanted to scream and fight and break things. I needed someone to me, I needed to know what I did to deserves being vited and degraded. I needed to stop feeling.

    It was all my fault. Just like before, everything was my fault. Why was I even at Clyde¡¯s stupid party? What was I doing in his room? Was I drinking? Did I seduce him, lead him on in any way? Why can¡¯t I remember any of it? Was I being punished for what happened to Mary? Maybe I deserved what happened to me.

    ¡°Maybe I deserved this.¡±

    I whispered, crying again. I pulled my knees up to my chest and hugged it. Burying my face into my knees, I started sobbing again. Clyde moved entirely off of the bed,ing to sit beside me. Heid a hand on my shoulder, making me flinch away from his touch. I didn¡¯t mean to. I just felt so dirty.

    He moved his hand away and spoke. ¡°No you didn¡¯t, don¡¯t say that.¡± I looked up at him and yell angrily, ¡°Yes I do! Yes, I do! It¡¯s all my fault, it has always been my fault.¡±

    Clyde looked confused, ¡°How was any of this your fault, Juliet?¡± he asked. I started rocking back and forth.

    ¡°If I hadn¡¯t asked her to stay at home, she would have still been alive. I was stupid and selfish and now she¡¯s dead. They¡¯re both dead and it¡¯s all my fault.¡±

    ¡°What are you talking about, Juliet?¡± Clyde looked even more confused.

    ¡°My sister. Mary. She would have been alive if I had just let her go to that damn party. Instead, I had to be selfish. I hid her dress and when that didn¡¯t work, I begged her to stay until she did.¡±

    I grabbed tight on Clyde¡¯s arm, sinking my fingers in. ¡°You wanna know what happened?¡±

    I didn¡¯t wait for him to reply, I just continued, ¡°Three guys broken into our house, while we were in her bedroom watching some stupid movie. We heard them going through the house, we know we couldn¡¯t leave the room or we would get caught.¡±

    I squeezed harder on Clyde, my heartbreaking all over again for what happened to my sister.

    ¡°We were so scared, I was crying and panicking. Their footsteps were getting closer and closer. Mary walked over to her closet, opened the doors and told me to get in. She looked me in the eyes and said. ¡®No matter what you hear, or see do note out or make a sound, do you hear me Jewels¡¯ I nodded and climbed in. She looked at me and smiled then closed the doors.¡±

    My sobs wereing so hard, I was finding it hard to breathe and talk. Sucking in big gulps of air to start breathing again, I continued.

    ¡°Not more than a minute after, her bedroom doors were kicked open. Three strong, well-built guys came in. Mary tried to run, but they caught her and threw her on the bed. She started kicking and screaming, but they didn¡¯t care. They started ripping at her clothes,ughing. She begged and begged, but they p her and punch her, telling her to shut up.¡±

    I paused not wanting to remember what I saw. The wound in my heart just felt raw. It felt like someone was pouring hotva into it. The pain was so unbearable, I wanted to curl up somewhere and die. I didn¡¯t want to go back to that house, to that room. However, I knew I needed to tell someone. I couldn¡¯t keep it locked away inside, eating me alive.

    ¡°I watched them beat and raped her one after the other, over and over and over. Then they just left her there, beaten, bloody and broken. And I never once left my spot in the closet. I don¡¯t know long it was before my brother came home.¡±

    I swallowed the lump in my throat, remembering the absolute look of horror on Mark¡¯s face. His heartbroken cries.

    ¡°He found her there, on her bed swimming in her own blood, unconscious. He went over to her and cover her up. He picked her up in his arms and rocked her back and forth crying. She was his twin, he said he felt she needed him that¡¯s why he came home. I watched from my hiding ce, too shock and scared to move. Markid Marry back down and ran from the room shouting my name. He finally found me in the closet. I was shaking with fear. He held me close and asked, ¡®Jewels baby, did you see?¡¯ I buried my head in his chest and nodded. He held me and cried. Soon after the Police and an ambnce came and they took us to the hospital.¡±

    Clyde scooped me up into hisp and held me while I cry. I didn¡¯t flinch that time, I wee the warmth andfort. I felt so numb and cold on the outside, yet I was burning up with guilt, shame and hatred on the inside.

    ¡°She killed herself. She couldn¡¯t take the feeling of being vited, of being made to feel worthless, no better than a dog. And when she died, Mark went crazy, he had lost his twin. They had a connection so strong, it was like he died with her. He got drunk after the funeral, got in his car and crashed it. We don¡¯t know if it was an ident or not.¡±

    I started pounding my fist on Clyde¡¯s chest, sobbing uncontrobly. My heartfelt so heavy. I wanted it all to stop, I didn¡¯t want to feel the pain, the guilt, the disgust. I just wanted to stop feeling. I just wanted it all to go away. I wanted Mary back, I wanted Mark back, and I wanted my life back. I wanted to die with them.

    ¡°I killed them, Clyde. All because I was selfish.¡± He rocked me in his arms, trying tofort me.

    ¡°Shh, shh. It¡¯s not your fault. Those monsters who raped her are to me, not you.¡± I pushed away from, but he held firm.

    ¡°It is my fault! How can you not me me? I me me, I me me every day¡­ It should have been me not her.¡±

    I don¡¯t know how long we stayed like that together. My cries wereing less and less. Clyde was still running his hand down my hair, in a calming manner. Here I was, sitting in thep of the guy, who might or might not have forced himself on me. He imed we were drugged, I didn¡¯t know if I believed him, yet I couldn¡¯t make myself move. I couldn¡¯t remember anything, so maybe there¡¯s some truth to his story.

    Who would want to do this to me? What kind of a sick joke was this person ying, and why me? What did I do to hurt them that they¡¯d hurt me like this? Did I even really wanna know? Clyde hand still, then he pushed my hair away from my neck. He touched a spot there and I hissed, making him curse.

    ¡°Jewels, you¡¯ve got a needle on your neck.¡± I raised my hand to touch it. However, Clyde held it, stopping me, ¡°Don¡¯t touch it, it¡¯s pretty bruised.¡±

    He never let go of my hand. ¡°I pretty sure now that you¡¯ve been drugged. What I don¡¯t understand is why anyone would do this?¡±

    I sniffed, sitting up. ¡°We should¡­ Um, check to see if you¡¯ve been drugged too.¡±

    He nodded and turned his head to the side, exposing his neck. I rose a little to look at his neck and saw an angry red needle mark there. I let go of the breath I was holding, feeling relief to find the mark because if it wasn¡¯t there, that would have meant¡­ That Clyde¡­

    ¡°God, Juliet. I¡¯m so sorry. I¡¯m so¡­¡±

    He trailed off. Then I felt his warm hand on my back, where the sheet had managed to slip away. I sat still under his scrutiny. I knew he was looking at the marks, which were made by his hands. I knew they were bad because I still felt the throbbing pain from them. I also knew that the rest of my body was no better. My breast felt tender and bruised, my¡­ My thighs and my¡­ Um, everything was tender, torn and bruised.

    He pressed his hands t on my back, holding me tight. Snuggling his face into my neck. I stiffen, from the intimacy of the contact. I felt ufortable, yetfortable, I knew he wasn¡¯t to me for what happened, but I couldn¡¯t help feeling that I was vited by his hands.N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.

    ¡°I¡¯m so sorry Juliet, I would never intentionally hurt you. You know that right?¡± he pleaded with me to believe him. I nodded my head, once I felt the wetness of his tears on my skin.

    Deep down I think I knew that Clyde wouldn¡¯t hurt me. I started to rx into him. He felt so warm and safe. I never wanted to leave, I never wanted to give up my safe ce.

    ¡°I need to call my sister, she must be worried about me.¡±

    I spoke, not moving from hisp. He secured the sheet around me, lifting me off the floor with him. He made to deliver me to the bed, however, changed his mind and deposit me on the sofa.

    He walked off to grabbed his phone that was sitting on the table, that¡¯s when I notice that he¡¯d put on some jeans. He came back and handed me the phone. I epted it and made my call, all the while watching him, sitting in the chair across from me.

    After the first 3 rings, Jenny answered. ¡°Hello.¡± She sounded so full of life, the total opposite to what I was feeling. I spoke, trying not to let my feelings be heard.

    ¡°Hey Jen, it¡¯s me Jewels.¡± I heard rustling about, then. ¡°Jewels, where the heck are you? You didn¡¯te homest night.¡±

    I covered my mouth to stop the sob that was threatening to escape. I took a deep breath then replied.

    ¡°Yeah, I know sorry about that. I kinda fell asleep at a friend¡¯s house. I¡¯ll be home in a bit.¡±

    Jenny was squealing on the phone. ¡°OMG! This is big. San told me she saw you go off with hot lips Clyde, but I was like, Nah, not my big sis. Juliet would die before she actually has a life. So¡­¡± She trailed off, then the squealing started again.

    ¡°Ok, I need details. Was he any good? I did a little digging and found out from a few girls, ok maybe not a few, more like every darn girl at his party. I mean the guy has to be dynamite if so many girls praised his lovemaking skills.¡±

    I gasped. ¡°Jenny!¡± Casting a look at Clyde. He looked like he was trying not tough. My face became beetroot red. He heard what my little sister had said.

    Jenny was still talking, I missed what she said earlier, but I figured it wasn¡¯t anything important. ¡°¡­ for your first. I mean he¡¯s hot and all, but this is your virginity we talking about.¡±

    I gawked, mouth opened staring at the phone like it just told me the secret to eternal youth. Jenny was still talking.

    ¡°Jewels, did you hear me? Come on Jewels. Ok, I wouldn¡¯t be mad if you slept with him. It¡¯s just that I always thought you¡¯d die a virgin. You know, with you being afraid of sex and men and all that jazz.¡±

    ¡°Jenny! Shut up. I am not discussing this with you, ever.¡±

    Her sulking was so loud, I could hear it through the phone. ¡°Ohe on, why not?¡±

    I grunted out annoyed. ¡°Because¡­ just because. Look I just wanted you to know that I¡¯m ok and that I¡¯ll be home in a couple of hours, ok?¡±

    She grunted as well. ¡°Fine. But you¡¯re gonna be home by yourself. Mom left for her month-long brain convention in New York, this morning. I¡¯m gonna stay by Margret¡¯s until she gets back. She said it¡¯s up to you if you wanna stay home or by one of your friends.¡±

    I totally forget about my mom¡¯s convention. I was nning on staying with Sanity, but with everything that has happened I didn¡¯t feel like thepany, yet I didn¡¯t feel like being alone. I told Jenny to have a nice time at Margret¡¯s and to call me every day, then we said our goodbyes and hung up.

    I sat there wondering what to do. If I stayed by Sanity, it wouldn¡¯t be long before she figures out something¡¯s wrong and started hounding me with questions. And as much as I love her crazy ass, I didn¡¯t feel like answering any questions, I didn¡¯t feel like talking period. Dillon also was out of the question. I just didn¡¯t want him getting the wrong idea. So really and truly I was screwed.

    ¡°You can stay here if you want. This house is big enough for both of us.¡±

    What the heck. Did he overhear my entire conversation? And can he read minds? I gave Clyde a look that portrays my feelings. He flicks his hair out of his face, then with a sheepish look said.

    ¡°I kinda overheard your conversation and you didn¡¯t look like you wanted to crash by any of your friends, so hence the offer to stay.¡±

    Did I want to say with Clyde? I was still mad and angry with everything that happened. I knew I could trust him, but did I want to be around him, having a constant reminder way to close forfort. I wanted to figure out what had happened to me the night before and who would have done such a thing. But for me to do that I would need Clyde¡¯s help.

    So, I guess that means I¡¯m staying.

    I shift ufortably in my seat, the cover from the bed still wrapped around me. I felt hot and sticky. I need to wash away everything. Clyde was looking at me, waiting patiently for an answer.

    ¡°I wanna find out what happenedst night. I need to¡­ I need to¡­ I just need to know, why me?¡± my voice quiver as I spoke and I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

    Clyde nodded. He got up and moved closer to me. He didn¡¯t sit on the sofa but knelt in front of me. Nodding towards my hands, silently asking for permission. I nodded once, letting him know that it was ok. He took my small cold, shaking hands into hisrge warm ones and squeeze once.

    The look in his eyes spoke volume. It was soft and caring, yet strong and determine. Without breaking eye contact, he spoke, his voice taking on a fierce tone.

    ¡°I promise you, we will find out what happened and who did it, and when we do, I¡¯m gonna make them pay for ever hurting you. When I¡¯m done with them, they will regret the day they ever thought to mess with you.¡±

    I nodded, tears flowing afresh. Clyde brought one of his hands up, wiping away my tears with the pad of his thumb. He stood in an instance, lifting me in his arms. I bristle at first then rx into him, looping my hands around his neck and resting my head in the crook of his neck. I closed my eyes feeling safe. I always feel safe when I¡¯m around him.

    My eyes open when he deposited me on a bed. At first, I started to panic, grabbing at Clyde, saying ¡°No, no no no.¡± I didn¡¯t want to be back on that bed, with all that blood. My shoulder slumped in relief when I saw that it was a different room. I gave Clyde a look of thanks and he smiled and nodded.

    He cleared his throat. ¡°Why don¡¯t you go have a shower, I¡¯ll go get you something of my sister¡¯s to wear. The bathroom¡¯s got a lock, so you should be safe in there until Ie back from the main house.¡±

    I nodded. He stood there for a few seconds longer, then turned and left. I sat on the bed observing the room. It was painted in a pearl colour, along with the ceiling and the doors. Sunlight streams in through arge bay window, overlooking the Japanese style garden. A window seaty under the window, begging to be sit on if only to watch the birds y in the morning sun.

    I edged off the bed, my feeting into contact with the soft, gentle fur of a pearl rug. The room was very simplepared to the one I woke up in. A bed sat in the middle of two bedside tables, two doors right in front of the bed, one the closet and the other the bathroom.

    I dropped my sheet, not caring. Padding naked over to the bathroom, I opened the door and turned on the shower with such urgency. I didn¡¯t wait for the water to get hot, I climbed in and started scrubbing. Tears mix with water, I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. It didn¡¯t matter how hard I scrubbed, I just didn¡¯t feel clean.

    I don¡¯t know how long I stayed there, scrubbing until my skin was almost gone, I felt no pain from the blisters. Strong arms came around me and I started crying and screaming, water wetting us both. I felt like I was dying inside. The pressure build inside of me, increasing rapidly, barbs of pain shooting through my entire body. My worlding in and out of focus, and my breathing became very hard.

    The agony I was feeling was unbearable, my heart was threatening to explode. The torture was just too much.

    ¡°Shh, it¡¯s me, it¡¯s only me. You¡¯re ok, you¡¯re ok now.¡± Clyde reassurance did little to calm me down. I cried and cried until my body gave out and I could no longer support my own weight. Clyde caught me, holding me as I shook with the force of my tears.

    When I could cry no more, Clyde lifted me out of the shower. I was in a daze, unsure and uncaring as to what was going on around me. It was like my brain gave up and went into shutdown mode. Clyde was drying my skin with a white terry towel, then my hair. He left me there and went to a drawer to retrieve a ck-Tee. He pulled it over my head and put my hands through it and I still didn¡¯t care that I was naked. I was too tired to care about anything at that point.

    He lifted me and ced me on the bed, pulling the covers over me and then turned to leave. I grabbed his white shirt and pleaded with my eyes for him to stay. Understanding my unspoken request, he removed his shirt and crawled under the covers with me. He pulled me close, and I sighed, sinking into him. Closing my eyes, I fell asleep. In my dream state, I thought I heard Clyde saying, ¡°I love you, Juliet.¡± Maybe I¡¯ll wake up to find that the morning after was all a dreadful dream.

 Chapter 10: Dillon and Clyde (pt-1)

    I knew that smell, I would be able to pick that smell out of a crowded room. That smell is embedded in my nostril. That smell can only be associated with one person. Clyde Romeo Davis. What my sleep corrupt brain could not understand, was why I was smelling Clyde in my bed. I inhaled deeply, and I felt something moving under me.

    My body stiffened and I tried to gather my thoughts. Everything came rushing back to me, a wave of fresh tears threaten to fall anew. I bit it off and told myself I was not going to cry, I was going to stay strong and fight through. I was not going to let whoever hurt me, bring me down and take control of my life.

    I eased myself off of Clyde¡¯s chest, however his grip tightened, pulling me back. I decided it was best to shake him awake. I pushed on his chest, calling his name. ¡°Clyde, Clyde, wake up.¡± It all happened so fast, I didn¡¯t have any time react. One minute I was tucked securely up against Clyde¡¯s side, with my head on the chest and the next I was pinned under him with his tongue in my mouth.

    At first, Iid there rigid, not daring to move. I waited for the feeling of dread and panic to take over. However, when his hand began to skim the length of my body, the heat started to build up in me. Instead of feeling panic or fear, I felt passion and longing. My heart kicked up, heat began to pool between my thighs as his hand gently caress my breast.

    I moaned, giving into him. My hands came around him, fingers sinking into the skin on his back. His reaction was just as fast as when I tried to wake him. One minute I was pinned to the bed being kissed by him and the next I was I utterly alone.

    Clyde jumped from the bed, havinge to his senses. He looked at my kiss swollen lips, then his eyes travel over my disarray body. The shirt of his that I was wearing was high up my thigh and moulded to my body. My legs were left parted, from where he had been. His eyes travelled back up my body then locked with mine. I was breathing hard, and shaking slightly. He swore under his breath and flee the room, leaving me there confused and ashamed.

    After hiding away in the room for almost an hour, I decided to venture out. I had nothing else to wear so I stayed in what I was already wearing. Fixing my hair as best as I could, I went in search of Clyde. I took my first real look at the house, realising it was a bungalow. A very clean bungalow, from the looks of it, you wouldn¡¯t believe that there was a party just the night before. Gotta love being rich.

    On my right of the room, sat a set of lush brown Italian leather sofas and behind it was a massive firece with heavy logs and dusty embers, which was enclosed by a strong golden cage. The chandelier was a waterfall of mesmerizing handcraft crystals.

    Above the firecey a golden guiled mirror and in it, I could have seen the left half of the house. The kitchen was by far the loveliest. Bright and airy, yet cosy andfortable. A chrome top breakfast ind separated the kitchen from the lounge room. Pendant lights were directly above the ind, enhancing the lighting and the beauty of the kitchen. A two-door stainless steel refrigerator sat in a small alcove with frosted cupboards on either side.

    Opposite the fridge was another alcove where a stainless steel chrome hob was. Standing in front of it was Clyde making a veryte breakfast. I wanted to run back into the room and continue hiding, however, I steel my nerves and made my way over to him.

    I pulled out a chair and sat down behind the breakfast ind. Clyde never stopped to acknowledge me, but I knew he knew that I was there from the stiffness of his shoulders.

    The tantalizing scent of the eggs reached my nostril, causing my stomach to protest. Clyde heaped up a good portion on a te and set it down in front of me. He did the same for himself then got us both coffee. He took a seat across from me and started eating. Not knowing what else to do, I started to eat as well.

    I was halfway through my food when Clyde spoke.

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry about earlier. I promise you, I¡¯ve never done anything like that before. It won¡¯t happen again I swear it.¡± He looked at me waiting for a reaction. I didn¡¯t know how I felt about any of it, so I just nodded.

    ¡°Ok.¡± Seeming to be satisfied with my reply, he too nodded then returned to his eggs.

    I watched as he cleared away the dishes, after refusing my offer of help. He moved with ease around the kitchen like he¡¯d been doing it his whole life. He washed and wiped and packed away, things I would never had imagined bad boy Clyde doing. It just goes to show that you should never judge a book by its first few pages, you have to almost reach the end to really understand it.

    Clyde was put into a whole new light in my eyes.

    After our ufortable kitchen moment, Clyde asked me if I had decided whether or not I wanted to stay. And since going by my friends and going home was not an option, I said yes. He bridged the subject of clothes, and I told him that I would drive home and pack a bag. I was not too keen on spending any time alone in my house. Clyde saw the scared, unsure look in my eyes and offered to give me a ride, which I epted readily.

    He gave me a dress from his sister, it was a little on the short side, but he said it was the longest thing in her closet. Since I had nothing else to wear, I donned the dress and we headed out to get my things.

    The silence in the car was deafening, we were both tense, and unsure of what to say to each other. When the silence got too much to bear, I broke it. ¡°Are we going to sit here and fill the car with tension as thick as the London fog?¡± Clyde let out a long sigh and briefly looked at me before returning his focus to the road.

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry Juliet, forst night, for what happened earlier, for everything. I have never done anything like that in my life before, I promise you. I just can¡¯t get my head around it. How could I do something so vile, especially to someone I lo¡­? I care about. What kinda drug could make a person do something like that?¡±

    Ok, was it just me or did he almost say he loved me? I wasn¡¯t sure, but it sure sounded like it. And how many times, was he going to apologise. I already knew it wasn¡¯t his fault, he needed to stop beating himself up about it. We both need to stop beating ourselves up and find the monster whose fault it is and beat them up.

    I ced my hands over his, hoping to reassure him. I smiled softly at him, letting him see the sincerity in my eyes as I spoke.

    ¡°Stop saying you¡¯re sorry Clyde, I don¡¯t me you for what happened. I¡¯m mad, angry and hurt, but none of that is directed at you. I just want to find whoever did this, make them pay, or at least stop them from doing it to another person and move on with my life. I refuse to let them take my life away from me too, and so should you. And about what happened earlier, that was my choice, I wasn¡¯t drugged or unaware, it was all me.¡±

    Clyde squeezed my hand in understanding, keeping his eyes on the road, he smiled as he spoke.

    ¡°You¡¯re an amazing woman, do you know that. How anyone could ever think to hurt you is beyond me.¡±

    His smile was reced with a look of earnestness when he said. ¡°I swear on my life, no one will never hurt you again like that and live to tell about it. When I find the bastard, he will curse the day his mother give birth to him.¡±

    The raw ill-concealed anger and violence in his tone should have scared me, yet it made me feel safe andforted. We neared the entrance to my house, which was simr to Clyde¡¯s minus the gate. Instead of a gate, there was a long curved driveway. As we neared the front of the house, I saw Sanity and Dillon standing by their cars talking. Before Clyde could fully cut the engine I was already throwing open the door, running to meet my best friends.

    Sanity and Dillon looked up as I came running to them, they both met me halfway and we hugged each other. Sanity was crying franticly.

    ¡°Ohmygod, Juliet where were you, you weren¡¯t answering your phone and I got worried and came over to the house, and you weren¡¯t at home either. So I got even more worried and I called Dillon and he said he hadn¡¯t heard from you either, and then I started to get super worried. I¡­ I¡¯m so sorry I left you at the partyst night. It¡¯s just that I saw you with Clyde and I thought that maybe you needed it. Dillon gave me a lift home and when I didn¡¯t hear from you this morning¡­ I¡¯m so sorry Juliet.¡±

    My eyes welled up and I hugged my friends tighter. I half cried, halfughed, ¡°I¡¯m ok, there¡¯s nothing to worry about, I jus¡­¡±

    I was cut off by Dillon¡¯s angry shout. ¡°What the hell is he doing here!?¡± And Sanity¡¯s high pitch squeal, ¡°What the hell happen to your arms and your thighs Juliet!?¡±

    I stood there not knowing how to answer, Dillon turned to see what Sanity was going on about and his face got redder with anger. Before I knew what he was doing, he broke away from me and punched an unsuspecting Clyde in his face, sending him to the ground. Sanity jumped back in shocked and I stood there horrified.

    My feet took action, running, I nted myself in front of Dillon and Clyde, just as Clyde was righting himself and Dillon was about to throw another punch.

    Extended my hands to both parties, I shook my head. ¡°Stop this! You two will not fight!¡±

    Clyde wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, however, made no effort to peruse Dillon. Dillon, on the other hand, ignored mepletely.

    ¡°Get out of the way Juliet, I don¡¯t want you to get hurt, while I beat the crap out of this asshole.¡±

    I shook my head, letting him know that I was not moving. Dillon, not willing to back down, pushed me out of the way and I fell t on my ass.

    I felt as much as saw the anger in Clyde¡¯s eyes. He grabbed Dillon so fast by his jacket and mmed him up against his car, surely denting it. Dillon attempted to move, however, Clyde was not letting go. Clyde brought his face towards to Dillon¡¯s and spoke in a dangerous and threatening voice.

    ¡°If you ever, every your hands on her like that again, I will break every bone in your body slowly and relish every minute of it, do you hear me?¡±

    Without waiting for a reply, he tossed Dillon to the ground and turned to help me up.

    He looked me over with concern, then asked. ¡°Are you ok?¡±

    I nodded speechlessly and slightlyforted by his disy of protectiveness. Slipping his hands around my waist and pulling my back up against his chest, in a form of ownership. He tenderly kissed the side of my head, then turned to Dillon, who was looking at us with an angry, hurt expression.All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.

    ¡°The only reason I¡¯m not kicking your ass right now is because it would hurt Juliet and I would never intentionally hurt Juliet.¡±

    My heart filled with a warm sensation. He knew that the two of them fighting would hurt me that¡¯s why he took Dillon¡¯s punch. I leaned back into him, resting my hands on his, and gently squeeze to let him know, how grateful I was. He turned me around and brought his lips down to mine, in a sweet and gentle yet demanding and reassuring kiss. I closed my eyes and kissed him back in the same way.

    With his hands still on my waist, he rested his head against my forehead, with his eyes closed. One of his hands slid into my jacket pocket, to retrieve my keys.

    He opened his eyes and looked at me. ¡°I¡¯ll wait for you in the house, you go talk to your friends. Call me if you need me for anything.¡±

    I nodded and he kissed my nose, then let go of me and walked towards the house.

 Chapter 11: Dillon and Clyde (pt-2)

    ¡°What the hell Juliet!¡± Dillon was looking at me like I killed his dog. I broke eye contact with him and looked at Sanity, who was looking at me like she¡¯s never seen me before. I didn¡¯t know how to make them understand, what just happened. I could see that keeping secrets from them was hurting them. However, I just couldn¡¯t tell them what happened, I wasn¡¯t ready to deal with their reaction.

    Sanity¡¯s eyes welled up as she spoke. ¡°What¡¯s going on Juliet? We were so worried about you, we hadn¡¯t heard from you all day. If you were with Clyde, why didn¡¯t you call us, why didn¡¯t you call me?¡±

    Thest part was said in a hurt tone. I didn¡¯t know what to say, I opened my mouth then closed it again when nothing came out. I tried again but it was still the same, there was nothing I could say to wipe the look of dismay off of her face. I moved to touch her, but she stepped back, letting me know that the trust between us has been broken.

    I felt my heart broke into little tiny pieces, I pleaded with my eyes, for her to give me a chance. However, when she looked at me expectantly, I still couldn¡¯t bring myself to tell her what happened.

    Dillon swore. ¡°So that¡¯s it then,dies¡¯ man Davis shows you some attention and you just ditch your friends so that you could screw him.¡±

    I gasped at Dillon. ¡°That¡¯s not fair Dillon.¡±

    He snorted, ¡°Are you going to stand there and tell me you didn¡¯t spend the night in his bed.¡± Both Sanity and Dillon waited for me to answer, but I bite my trembling lips and looked away.

    I heard Sanity intake of breath and Dillon crudement about me bing one of Clyde¡¯s bedpost notches. I looked back at Dillon horrified he¡¯d say something so hurtful.

    ¡°How can you say that?¡± I whispered, my heart sinking into my shoe.

    Dillon looked at me with disgust, taking in my attire, from head to toe. I squirmed a little under his scrutiny. He gestured with his hand, face turned up in disdain.

    ¡°You already look like one of his sluts, I¡¯ve seen more of you today than the entire time we¡¯ve known each other. That dress you¡¯re wearing is not you Juliet, it¡¯s him.¡±

    I pulled the jacket I was wearing closer to me, trying to hide my shame, because that was how I felt. Dillon didn¡¯t seem to care that his words were hurting me because he continued.

    ¡°Why him Juliet, why not me? I¡¯ve loved you all my life. I¡¯ve been your shoulder to cry, your friend to make youugh, anything you needed me to be. I¡¯ve been waiting for you to realise that you love me too. Now hees along and ruined everything. It was not supposed to be him it was supposed to be me.¡±

    I felt lower than the Devil himself, I which I could love him back, but I¡¯ve never felt that way about him. I love him like I loved my brother.

    ¡°Dillon I¡­ I¡¯m so sorry.¡± I said softly. He shook his head snorting

    ¡°Was it good, the sex I mean? Was it worth throwing away what we could have had?¡± I backed up, looking past Dillon to Sanity, begging her with my eyes to make him stop.

    Sanity gave me a sympathetic look. She lightly touched Dillon on his arm. ¡°Dill,e on I think you¡¯ve said enough.¡±

    Dillon shook his head, apparently, he didn¡¯t think so. ¡°San, she¡¯s bed buddies with the guy who was in the bet with Billy Newton to take your virginity.¡± I take another step back horrified, Clyde wouldn¡¯t do something like that, would he?

    Sanity looked away and Dillonughed humourlessly, ¡°What? Does it surprise you that the guy you give your virginity to doesn¡¯t treat it as something that should be treasured? He¡¯s a creep Juliet, he¡¯ll just use you for sex and dump you when he has his fill.¡±

    Dillon¡¯s words cut pretty deep, although I wouldn¡¯t say Clyde and I were a couple, I knew my feelings for him were very strong. I didn¡¯t know where we were heading, but if he left me and moved on like nothing happen, that would pretty much kill me. Was I even willing to sleep with Clyde? Judging from what happened earlier, I¡¯d say there was a strong possibility. Was I willing to start a rtionship with him, knowing that it will be purely sexual? I just didn¡¯t know.

    Dillon continued talking, saying one hurtful thing after the next. The way he was looking at me was not the way my sweet best friend would. He grabbed my arm, where the bruises were, I hissed in a breath from the pain of the contact. He raised my hand to my face, forcing me to look at it.All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.

    ¡°Do you think this is healthy? Why did he have to mark you? Juliet, stop and think for a minute if he really cared about you, he wouldn¡¯t have put marks on your body.¡±

    I pulled my hand away from Dillon, taking another step back.

    ¡°He didn¡¯t mean to do it, it¡¯s not his fault.¡±

    As I said the words, I heard how silly they sounded, but I knew the real reason. To them, it just looked like I¡¯m protecting an abusive jerk.

    Dillon snorted. ¡°Listen to yourself, Juliet. You¡¯re not making any sense. You don¡¯t really believe that do you?¡±

    I didn¡¯t know how to answer him, so I kept quiet. He thought my silence was enough to answer his question because heughed. ¡°Yeah, I didn¡¯t think so.¡±

    Deciding that I¡¯ve had enough, I got angry. He was supposed to be my best friend, he was supposed to be there for me. Not treat me like the enemy, and say things to hurt my feelings.

    ¡°I don¡¯t wanna talk about this anymore, Dillon. Can¡¯t you just be my best friend and understand that when I am ready I will tell you guys everything. Just not right now.¡± I pleaded with him. Sanity nodded her head, then came over to me and hugged me.

    ¡°Ok, Juliet, but don¡¯t ever put me through that again, I was sick with worry. It was the worse day of my life.¡± I hugged her back, half crying halfughing.

    ¡°I promise I won¡¯t.¡±

    I felt so relieved, but it was short-lived. Dillon was still looking at me, then his eyes went wide with suspicion.

    ¡°Did he force himself on you, Juliet? It¡¯s the only exnation I cane up with for the bruises.¡±

    I gasped, terrified that he could see the truth in my eyes. I took another step back,ing up against Clyde¡¯s car. If I had the keys, I would have jumped in and hide. However, I had nowhere to hide, and my two best friends were looking at me with pity and sorrow. I hated it.

    I started to feel boxed in, I opened my mouth to deny it, but only air came out. I needed Clyde, I needed my safe ce. I needed to get the hell out of there. I began to panic, I cast a look at the door, wishing Clyde woulde out and save me from them. Dillon advance on me, he was saying something. However, I couldn¡¯t hear him. His face looked red with anger. Sanity was trying to get him to calm down. They were both talking to me, but I couldn¡¯t hear anything, it¡¯s like the world went quiet.

    My head started to feel light like I was floating. Dillon grabbed my hands then my thigh, angrily saying something. The moment his hand make contact with my thigh, it was like a trigger. My head began to flood with memories, I cried out from the pain. One memory after another was being shoved into my brain. The show, arriving at the party, bumping into Clyde, going down to the basement, drinking the water, feeling dizzy, the stranger, being stripped.

    It all came back, very fast and very painful. Then it all slowed down and it was like I was standing there watching myself being raped.

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    I woke up feeling funny, my body was heavy, and I could hardly open my eyes. I tried to move, but something was pinning me down. Something touched my thigh, and I tried to swipe it away. That¡¯s when a hand grabbed my thigh, pushing it apart.

    My eyes flew open, but I still couldn¡¯t move. I tried to get away when I realised what was happening. But it was toote, the guy was already between my legs.

    I used my weak hands to push him away, but he caught them and pinned then above my head with one of his own. I tried to scream, but my lips were heavy, nothing but a whimper came out.

    Strong hands squeezed my breast painfully, making me whimper again. His mouth came down in a forceful kiss, I scream in my head for him to stop, pleaded with him, but he never did.

    I felt a sharp pain between my thighs, causing me hissed in pain. I scream and begged and pleaded, but he never stopped, because he never heard me, it was all done in my head. I stop fighting because the more I fight, the more painful it got. Iid there crying silently outside and loud inside. My eyes closed and the world faded away, the pain was too much for me I passed out from it.

    Someone was screaming, the sound was very close. Why were they screaming? Someone shook my shoulders and was asking me if I was ok, that¡¯s when I realised the screaming wasing from me. My screams turned into soft sobs and I opened my eyes. Dillon and Sanity were looking at me with concern, however, it was Clyde who got my full attention.

    He was sitting on the ground with me, stroking my hair away from my face. I grabbed his shirt front and practically jumped onto hisp. I buried my face in shirt and sob frantically. ¡°Make it stop! Make it stop!¡± I wanted it to stop, I chanted over and over begging him to make it stop. Clyde tried to calm me, but I sobbed harder.

    He finally asked, ¡°Make what stop Jewels? Talk to me, please.¡±

    I stop shaking and crying long enough to say. ¡°The memories, make the memories stop.¡±

    Clyde went still. His eyes widen with fear. ¡°You remembered? Everything?¡±

    I didn¡¯t reply, I kept begging him to make it stop. I didn¡¯t want to remember. I looked at him with tear-filled eyes and pleaded. ¡°Please Clyde, make it stop.¡± He nodded then started talking.

    ¡°I remember the first time I saw you. You were sitting under a tree outside of the school, your head was resting on Dillon¡¯s shoulder and you were reading a book. Rose Red, I think it was. Your mass of brown curls was what caught my eyes. I remember thinking, so much hair for such a tiny thing. You were engrossed in your book, it was like the outside world didn¡¯t exist. You were lost in those pages, you nted yourself into the story and was living it instead of reading it. At that moment I thought, my God, she is the most beautiful thing I¡¯ve ever seen, but then something even more mesmerizing happened. You smiled, and I swear to God, the world stopped spinning and time froze for a few second. And I was proven wrong, there was nothing more beautiful than you smiling.¡±

    I looked up at him and smiled, ¡°Really?¡±

    He traced the smile on my face with his thumb. ¡°As I said, nothing more beautiful.¡±

    We stared at each other for a while, then Clyde broke eyes contact and asked. ¡°Are you feeling better now?¡±

    I nodded, then he asked. ¡°Are you ready to go?¡± I nodded then moved off of him. He stood then offer me his hand. I took it and stand.

    I was staring at him, still ying over what he said to me in my mind. He thinks I¡¯m beautiful. He thinks I have a beautiful smile. My thoughts were interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind me. My brows creased into a frown, I turned and then realisation hit me.

    Dillon and Sanity were still there. Sanity¡¯s jaw was dropped and Dillon looked confused. A car door mmed and I turned in time to see that Clyde had just deposited a small ck suitcase in the back. My small back suitcase to be precise.

    Clyde came over to me and took my hand. Without saying a word, I turned away from my friends and followed him. He opened the passenger door for me, I was about to get in when Sanity called out to me.

    ¡°Juliet, what are you doing?¡±

    I never even looked at her I just kept quiet. Clyde took pity on me and answered. ¡°She¡¯s staying with me until her Mom gets back.¡±

    ¡°What!¡±

    Both Dillon and Sanity said at the same time? I peeked under myshes, to see their faces. They both wore a look of disbelieve. Dillon made to approach the car. However, Clyde intercepts him.

    ¡°I think you should back off, she¡¯s had enough of you for one day.¡±

    Dillon approached Clyde, getting up in his face, ¡°Who gave you the right to speak for her?¡±

    Clyde squared his shoulders, standing just a few inches taller than Dillon. Then he said through clenched teeth, ¡°I did, so if you don¡¯t back the hell off, I will beat the crap out of you.¡±

    Dillon looked like he was not about to back down. I jumped out of the car when it looked like they were going to fight,

    ¡°Stop it! Clyde lets go, ok.¡± I said, grabbing Clyde¡¯s hand. I turned to Dillon and Sanity. ¡°I¡¯ll call you guys tomorrow ok, I just need time.¡±

    Sanity nodded sadly, however understanding. Dillon came closer to me, he tried to hold my hands but I flinched away. A wave of hurt and sadness passed over his face and his shoulders slump in defeat.

    ¡°So that¡¯s it then, you chose him over me.¡± I backed away from him. ¡°I¡­ I¡­ I have to go.¡± I turned and ran into the car, mming the door.

    Clyde was still outside, I wanted him to get in the car so we could get the day over and done with. I felt exhausted, I was hungry and bone tried. I could feel my eyes getting heavy. Sleep was overtaking me. Thest thing I heard before a blissful sleep imed me was.

    ¡°Sanity, right? Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll take good care of your friend. I care about her a lot too.¡± I went to sleep praying that Dillon and Clyde didn¡¯t start fighting while I was sleeping.

 Chapter 12: Meet the family

    Two weeks. That¡¯s how long it¡¯s been since my life was changed forever. Sanity stopped asking questions and Dillon would not even talk to me. Jenny was apprehensive about me staying with Clyde, Mom, however, was strangely ok with it. Clyde and I fell into a routine. If I woke up first I would make breakfast and if he did, he would make breakfast. We both made lunch and dinner together. And at night we shared the same bed.

    We weren¡¯t having sex, but we were sleeping together. After the day at my house, we came back to Clyde¡¯s ce. He carried my sleeping form and deposit me on the bed that we were sleeping in earlier. I remember waking up and begging him to stay with me because I didn¡¯t want to be alone. Every night after that, we slept in the same bed.

    I was surprised howfortable it felt sleeping next to Clyde. Sometimes I would wake up with his hands in ces it shouldn¡¯t be, however, he would always apologise and try not to do it again. We hadn¡¯t even kissed since that one time at my house.

    Clyde was rather sweet. I learned a few things about him. His mother died for brain cancer when he was 14, he was very close to her and took her death very hard. When he was 15, his Dad remarried to a 22-years-old girl. Clyde feeling like it was a betrayal to his Mom, moved into one the pool houses. His father never objected.

    Being the youngest of three, he rebelled after his mother died. He started, partying, drinking, doing drugs and formed his gang. He got into a lot of fights and had a lot of jail time swept under the rug by his Dad. I also learned, that he loves to read and sometimes volunteer at the homeless shelters. However, if I told anyone about it, he would deny it. His words, not mine.

    I am yet to meet his family. His father Sam Davis, step-mother Crystal, the oldest brother, Calvin, and sister, Samantha. He said I wouldn¡¯t want to meet them. They had their nose stuck too far up their asses to be nice to anyone but themselves. I still wanted to meet them, because they were his family.

    Clyde and I decided against celebrating Christmas since we felt it was far from a joyous holiday. We spent the day talking about all the unnecessary things people buy and do for Christmas.

    The night before we had to return to school, Clyde family came to see him, or me for that matter. They were curious as to why Clyde was, in the house for two whole weeks. I was sleeping on the sofa when they came, with nothing but a T-shirt covering me.N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.

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    My hair was damp for my earlier shower so I left it out to air dry. I was in the kitchen making hot Cocoa for us to drink before bed. I could see Clyde sitting on the sofa watching a game show. Iughed, it was so cute, bad boy Clyde sitting watching a game show. Who would have thought?

    I was so caught up in watching him that I poured the steaming hot cocoa on my hand instead of into the cup.

    ¡°Ouch!¡±

    I cried out, grabbing the paper towel off the roll and tapping my burnt hand with it. Clyde jumped from his seat and came over to help me. He grabbed my hand and ran it under the cold tap. It sent a shock right to my heart, and I made to pull my hands away, but Clyde held firm.

    ¡°Don¡¯t move, the cold water will cool the skin and prevent it for blistering.¡±

    I knew that, but the water was as cold as a bitch. We stayed like that for 10 minutes, when Clyde was certain there was no permanent damage done, he closed the tap and dried my hand. I started to shake, the cold travelled from my hand through my entire body. Clyde pulled me close, rubbing up and down my arms, trying to warm me up.

    Went I stopped shaking he asked. ¡°Are you ok now?¡±

    I nodded my head, suddenly all too aware of how close we were standing.

    Clyde brushed my hair away from my face and grounded out.

    ¡°Good¡±

    In a husky voice before his lips came down on mine. I pressed my body closer to his and moaned. My body burning up from his kisses. His hands were in my hair and mine were in his. He lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

    He ced me on top the breakfast ind and I kept my legs wrapped around him. He kissed my lips then, moved to my neck, I threw my head back giving him better ess. Loving the feel of his lips on my body. My breath wasing in short and shallow. Heat was building up in my body and I sank my nails into his skin, to gain some control.

    He pulled my shirt down off my shoulder and kissed me there. I gasped and moaned, feeling my bodye alive at the slightest touch. He worked his way up back to my lips and my eyes rolled back in my head. The things he was making me feel were explosive.

    When his lips reached mine I kissed him hungrily. I felt his hands under my shirt on my skin and everywhere. He broke the kiss, lifting the hem of my shirt and pulling it up over my head. He dropped it to the ground, then looked at me. I felt no shame with him looking at me, even though I didn¡¯t have a bra on. I felt sexy, desired and feminine.

    After he had his fill of looking, he moaned and took my lips again. His hands were all over my body, exploring and his heart was beating to the same tune as mine. He started to kiss my neck again, then my shoulders and then my breast.

    I sucked in a breath and bit down hard on my lip to stop from crying out. He lifted his head to look at me. His eyes were a dark green and filled with passion. He was panting when he spoke.

    ¡°Tell me to stop, Juliet, please.¡±

    I shook my head. ¡°No! I don¡¯t want you to stop. Please don¡¯t stop.¡± Then I pulled his head back down to mine.

    He lifted me again, then I felt the sofa under my back. He hooked his fingers into my underwear, pulling it off. He stood and undress. Iid there gazing at his spectacr body. He came back to me, resting between my thighs. He kissed my lips hard.

    ¡°You¡¯re so beautiful. You have the most perfect eye colour I¡¯ve ever seen. The lightest of blue, mix with a bit of green, it¡¯s perfect. So beautifully mesmerizing, just like the rest of you.¡±

    He kissed the hollow of my neck and I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his desire at my most intimate spot. He moved down lower and I couldn¡¯t stop the cry that escaped from my mouth.

    ¡°Clyde, please.¡±

    I said breathlessly. His eyes met mine and the emotions I saw there sent me wild with need. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me more firmly to him. I felt the hot blood rushing through my body and my heart was palpitating at a rapid speed.

    I felt this intense need to be consumed by him. He positioned himself over me, one hand gripping my hip and the other teasing my breast. I arched my back panting hard. My eyes darken when I looked up at him and my voice wasced with passion and need when I spoke.

    ¡°Clyde, please.¡±

    I wasn¡¯t sure what I was asking for, but I wanted it nheless. He kissed me passionately then break away to say.

    ¡°I¡¯ve always wanted you, Juliet, from the moment Iid eyes on you, I¡¯ve wanted to make you mine.¡±

    My eyes welled up and I smiled lovingly at him, every emotion I felt at that moment showing in my eyes. Clyde¡¯s eyes darken with something primal and he growled out.

    ¡°You¡¯re mine, Juliet. I want to hear you say it.¡±

    I nodded my answer. However, Clyde wasn¡¯t having it. ¡°I want to hear you say the words, I want to watch them roll off of your beautiful lips.¡±

    When I didn¡¯t say what he wanted to hear, a hurt look red up in his eyes and he turned his face away, not wanting me to see. I grabbed onto him, forcing him to look at me.

    ¡°I¡¯m yours, Clyde, just yours. I will always be yours.¡±

    He took my lips after that with much more force and we made love for the first time, on the sofa and it was beautiful. It was perfect. It was what my first time should have been like.

    I woke to the sound of voices, but I kept my eyes closed. Clyde¡¯s voice was the only one I made out, partly because his was raised in anger.

    ¡°Stop looking at her Calvin, I mean it!¡±

    The voice who I assumed was Calvinughed. ¡°Why should I? She¡¯s exquisite to look at. All that hair and those legs, I can just imagine how incredible her body must be under that flimsy piece of thing you having covering her.¡±

    I felt Clyde stiffen next to me. He got up without saying a word and I felt the loss like a hole in my heart. However, he was back before I knew it, covering me with what I hope was the cover from the bed.

    Calvin sighed. ¡°Shame, I was quite enjoying the view.¡± Clyde stiffened again and said through clenched teeth. ¡°I swear to God Cal, if you don¡¯t take your eyes away from her, I will knock you out.¡±

    ¡°Enough!¡±

    I stronger coarse voice said. ¡°Wake up the youngdy, Clyde. It¡¯s rude that we should be speaking over her sleeping form.¡±

    Clyde leaned down till his lips were at my ears, and whispered. ¡°I know you¡¯re awake Juliet, but you can continue to pretend if you don¡¯t want to face them now.¡± He moved his mouth to mine and kissed me, and I kissed him back.

    I opened my eyes and smiled at him, and he smiled right back.

    ¡°Hey, beautiful.¡±

    ¡°Hey,¡± I replied.

    ¡°Beautiful indeed,¡± Calvin said with a not so charming smile, that made my skin crawled. I hugged the covers more closely to me when I saw four strange pairs of eyes were watching me.

    Calvin looked about as tall as Clyde, but with blonde hair and blue eyes. In fact, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes. They were all stunning. However, Clyde was the diamond between the tanzanites. With his rich brown hair and intense green eyes. Traits he got from his mother.

    I felt a little ufortable, sitting there naked under the bed cover. Clyde broke the silence when he saw that I was getting ufortable by all the stares directed my way.

    ¡°Juliet, this is my dysfunctional family. My brother Calvin the prodigal son, is sitting next to my sister Samantha the Queen of drama, on your right. And my absentee father Sam is sitting next to his trophy wife Crystal, on your left.¡±

    ¡°Hello,¡± I said, ¡°nice to meet you all.¡± Wow, what a way to describe your family.

    ¡°How old are you youngdy?¡±

    Clyde¡¯s Dad, Sam asked, getting right to the point.

    ¡°S-seventeen¡± I stammered.

    ¡°And does your parents approve of you sleeping with my son?¡±

    I felt utterly embarrassed, I didn¡¯t know what to say. Needless to say, Clyde saved me from having to answer.

    ¡°Dad,e on. Do you have to embarrass her?¡±

    Mr Davis returned in a sterner voice. ¡°You¡¯ve got a seventeen-year-old child staying with you, and from what I can gather, you¡¯re been having sex with her, do you not expect me to be concerned?¡±

    Ohmygod! I wanted to die. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me alive. I wanted to bury my face under the cover and disappear. Clyde started talking again.

    ¡°What does it matter, she¡¯s seventeen and I¡¯m eighteen, it¡¯s not like we¡¯re breaking thew.¡±

    Shut up! Shut up! Why didn¡¯t Clyde just shut the hell up?

    Mr Davis opened his mouth, but his wife stopped him.

    ¡°Come on honey, their kids. Leave them be. We came here to meet the girl, not to interrogate her.¡±

    Clyde snorted next to me. ¡°Yeah, you should listen to her, she was barely out of her teens when you married her.¡±

    ¡°Clyde!¡±

    Sam, Calvin and Samantha said at the same time. Clyde ignored them moving closer to me. I don¡¯t know why he did it, but he scooped me up in his arms, sheet and all. He stood facing his family.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know about you lot, but I¡¯m tired. I¡¯m off to my bed, to have sex with this child as you so nicely put it. I suggest you people,e back at an appropriate hour if you still desire to talk to Juliet. Suffice to say, talking is thest thing on my mind right now.¡±

    He carried me over to the bedroom door, then turned back to his family.

    ¡°Kindly let yourselves out.¡±

    With that, he entered the bedroom and closed the door. I was in his arms with my jaw dropped and my eyes wide. I couldn¡¯t believe he told his entire family that we were going to have sex. Was he crazy? When he ced me on the bed, I squeaked out.

    ¡°Why¡¯d you do that?¡± Clyde looked at the expression on my face and chuckled, ¡°Rx Juliet. My Dad couldn¡¯t care less about what I do and who I do it with. It¡¯s all an act.¡±

    I whispered, not sure if they were still in the house or not, ¡°But you didn¡¯t have to tell them we were going to have sex.¡±

    Clyde climbed into the bed with me. He slipped under the covers and pulled me to him. My naked body going to him willingly. ¡°Oh, but we are.¡± He whispered against my lips. Warm air flowed over my body. I stared into his eyes. ¡°We are?¡± I breathe breathlessly. ¡°Yep,¡± he replied, his mouth cutting the words of off mine.

    I pulled back from him breathing hard. ¡°Wait, what If they¡¯re still here? They will hear us.¡±

    Clydeughed wickedly ¡°They¡¯re still here and they will hear us.¡± I gasped, shocked.

    Clyde smirked, ¡°Bite your lips if you don¡¯t want them to hear.¡± I gasped again.

    ¡°Why are they still here?¡±

    ¡°Who knows, Juliet? Now no more talking.¡± He chuckled.

    I wanted to talk him out of his embarrassing idea. However, he never let me. I bit my lips as best as I could, but Clyde wanted them to hear us. So they heard us when I couldn¡¯t bite my lips any longer. About 10 minutes after we were finished, I heard the front door opened and closed. I buried my face into Clyde¡¯s chest, embarrassed. He chuckled, pulling me close. That was the worst possible way to meet the family.

 Chapter 13: Back to reality

    I hate high school. There will be a time when high school will no longer get to me. I just wished that time could hurry up ande. As if my embarrassing night, of, meet the family wasn¡¯t humiliating enough, my morning was a follow-up of more mortifying family visits.

    I woke to the smell of eggs and strong coffee. I smiled, knowing that Clyde was up and making breakfast. I stretched the stiffness out of my body. I really needed more sleep. My body wasining from my night time activity. I smiled remembering, then my face got red hot when I remembered that Clyde¡¯s family probably thought I was no good for him.

    I took myzy ass off the bed and went to the bathroom. I peed, then brushed my teeth and wash my face. Looking in the mirror, I could see a few hickeys on my neck. Great, now how was I going to cover that up? I reached for my concealer, dabbing at the marks to try and concealed them. Suffice to say, it was no use. I still gave it a good go, concealing as much as I could. I put away my concealer and left the bathroom in search of Clyde.

    I came to an abrupt stop when I saw that Calvin was sitting at the breakfast ind with Clyde. Their backs were to me and they were talking.

    ¡°So, this one must really be serious if you let her spend the night, and it hasn¡¯t been just one night, it¡¯s many nights,¡± Calvin said in that hair-raising voice of his, causing me to shudder.

    Clyde stiffened the spoon that was halfway to his mouth falling back to his te. He turned to face his brother, his voice filled with warning.

    ¡°Let get something straight here Cal, I will never be discussing Juliet with you. She¡¯s off-limits, to you and everyone else.¡±

    Calvin smirk, his brows raising in amusement. ¡°Well, well, the great Clyde has been whipped. I guess you¡¯re no longer Captain of that love em and leave em ship of yours.¡±

    Clyde ignored him and continued eating. Calvin chuckled shaking his head.

    ¡°I can see why she would appeal to you, her wide-eyed look of innocence is very attractive. However, judging from who she¡¯s with and the way you two were behavingst night, I¡¯d say she is far from innocent.¡±

    I gasped, then brought my hands to my mouth to cover it up but it was already toote. Both brothers turned to look at me.

    ¡°Ah, the beautiful, Juliet.¡± The way Calvin dragged out my name made me wanna puke. I stered a fake smile on my face, pulling at the hem of Clyde¡¯s shirt. The one I always sleep in. Note to self, dress before you leave the room. I felt self-conscious, standing there with Calvin undressing me with his eyes.

    I fidget on the stop, swallowing the lump in my throat.

    ¡°Hello.¡±

    I said, as Calvin thoroughly undress me with his eyes, making me squirm where I stood. Clyde moved so fast, jumping from his spot at the table, pinning his brother up against the wall. I screeched when I saw the knife Clyde had in his hand and it was pressed up against his brother¡¯s throat.

    ¡°Cal, you¡¯re my brother and I don¡¯t really wanna hurt you, but this is yourst warning. If you don¡¯t stop eyeballing her, I will cause you pain. Got it?¡±

    Calvin held his hands up in surrender but his smirk was still on his face.

    ¡°You¡¯d hurt your own brother, for a girl.¡±

    Clyde didn¡¯t take the bait he was setting. He moved away from Calvin, set the knife back down and came over to me. He took my hands, leading me to a chair as far from his Calvin as possible, then sat me on hisp. I felt a little more at ease however, I was still freaked out. I mean, what the hell Clyde!

    When we were seated, he asked.

    ¡°How did you sleep?¡±

    I turned my face to the side so that I could see him.

    ¡°Very good actually.¡±

    I felt his chest shook as he chuckled.

    ¡°You¡¯re a terrible liar.¡±

    I smiled cheekily. ¡°How would you know if I¡¯m lying? I could be a master liar.¡±

    His face turned serious and he captured my face in his hands.

    ¡°There¡¯s a lot of things I know about you Juliet and one of them is that you¡¯re not a liar.¡±

    I smiled sweetly at him and he smiled back. Someone clearing their throat breaking the spell we were in, bringing us back to reality. Clyde red at his brother and I blushed.

    I fix myself a bowl of cereal, whilst Clyde and Calvin fell into a conversation about cars. After spending a painful 15 minutes eating breakfast with Calvin trying not to watch me, I was more than ready to have a hot shower. If only to watch Calvin¡¯s eyes off of me.

    After having my shower, I felt somewhat clean. I¡¯ve never before had a problem with guys looking at me, however, since that night in Clyde¡¯s basement, it made me feel dirty whenever a guy would look at me. Weird enough, I never felt that way with Clyde. He¡¯s the only guy I actually trust. Some would say he should be thest person I trusted, but they don¡¯t know him like I do.

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    Back to school. I so did not want to go back, because it meanting out of my little world, the one I built around Clyde and the safety he offers.

    The two weeks we spent together were magical, a vacation away from all my problems. Not once in those two weeks did I think about what happened to me, because Clyde wouldn¡¯t let me. Every time it looked like I was drifting off to my dark ce, Clyde would dive in and pull me back to the surface.

    Now, it¡¯s back to reality. Back to real life. Backing to facing what happened to me. Back to getting answers.

    The drive to school was done in awkward silence. I was sitting in Clyde¡¯s car contemtion whether it was a good idea to show up at school with him. I knew the looks I would receive from my fellow students. The stares, the name-calling, the whispering behind my back. Was I really ready to deal with that kind of drama, coupled with my own? The frantic way my heart was beating against my chest was telling me no.

    When we arrived at the school, Clyde parked the car, then turned to look at me.

    ¡°Ok, let¡¯s have it. You¡¯ve been sitting there, biting at your beautiful lips, the moment you sat in the car. Care to tell me what on that brilliant mind of yours?¡±

    I bite at my lips some more, avoiding his eyes. I instead looked out the window. Some students were getting out of their cars, greetings their friends. Others wereughing and talking, acting happy and carefree.

    They were happy to be back, happy to see their friends. Wanting to know how each other spent their vacation. Couples were hugging and kissing, they all seemed d to be back. About ready to continue the rest of the painful school year.

    ¡°Hey, Juliet, what are you so worried about? Is it showing up at school with me or is it something else?¡±

    Clyde¡¯s voice was filled with concern. I dragged my eyes away from all the happy go lucky student and focus on Clyde. His face was masked with concern and on his lips, he wore a small reassuring smile. I let out a breath and shrugged my shoulders. I broke eye contact with him and looked down at my hands. I started picking at the hem of my shirt.

    Clyde captured my hands with one of his, using the other one to tilt my head up. A lone tear escaped from my welled up eyes. He used his thumb to wipe it away. Leaning in, he kissed me on the lips softly.

    ¡°Whatever it is you can tell me about it. I promise we¡¯ll deal with it together.¡±

    I wanted to believe the sincerity in his voice, I really did. However, I didn¡¯t think he¡¯d understood.

    ¡°Come on Juliet,¡± he pleaded.

    ¡°I um. I¡­¡± I cleared my throat and started again. ¡°I don¡¯t think I can do this Clyde. No offence, but showing up at school with you, will make me a target. I¡¯m already weird, I¡¯m the quiet girl, the one no one ever sees. Showing up with you will make me visible. Every girl who put ims to you will hate me and every guy will think I¡¯m easy.¡±

    I paused to look at his face. He had a strange look on his face that I couldn¡¯t ce. A cross between hurt, anger and something else. I just couldn¡¯t put my finger on it. He nodded for me to continue and I did.

    ¡°I don¡¯t think I can deal with it all on my own. Dillon¡¯s not talking to me, Sanity¡¯s hurt I haven¡¯t told her why I chose to stay with you instead of her. And to top it off, there¡¯s someone in that school, who hate me so much, the drugged me and left me to get rape.¡±

    I squeezed Clyde¡¯s hands, gripping it tight. ¡°Can¡¯t we just leave, can¡¯t we just go back to the way things were thesest two weeks?¡± I pleaded in a wobbly voice.

    Clyde squeezed my hands back. ¡°Juliet, I can¡¯t take back what happened to you that night, I would if I could. I can only promise you that, I will find the sick bastard, and giving him what¡¯sing to him. The fact that it happened by my hands, that he would use me to hurt you, makes me wanna kill him, painfully.¡±

    He cupped my face, kissing my lips, soft and slow. It was only a slight touch of lips, but I felt my heart rate kicked up, memories from the night before resurfacing, causing me to blush.

    ¡°As for worrying about what people will say and do, don¡¯t. Once you¡¯re with me, no one would dare cross you and if they even try, I¡¯ll deal with it. And for the record, you¡¯re not easy, you¡¯re the most decent girl in this entire hell hole.¡±

    I smiled my appreciation then frown, I needed to know before we left the car what we were to each other. What we were doing, what was our rtionship called. If we were even in a rtionship. I continued to hold his hands, not wanting to let go of my safe ce.

    ¡°What are we doing Clyde?¡±

    He looked at me confused, so I rephrased the question.

    ¡°What are we to each other? What do we call our rtionship? What do we tell people when they ask?¡± I looked at him as he contemted his answer.

    After a little while, he blew out a breath then answered. ¡°Firstly, we are whatever you want us to be, the ball¡¯s in your court. Secondly, we call our rtionship, together because that¡¯s what we are, together. Andstly, we tell people to mind their own damn business and get a life because ours doesn¡¯t concern them.¡±

    He paused, brushing a few strands of hair away from my face, before speaking again.

    ¡°I just want to be with you, Juliet. I know I don¡¯t deserve to have such an incredibility beautiful, talented, brilliant and extremely caring person, after all the bad things I¡¯ve done in my life. However, I¡¯m too selfish to give you up. I love you, Juliet, I¡¯ve loved you from the moment I first saw you. I know with my reputation, it will be hard for you to believe it, but I will prove it to you.¡±

    Wow. When I asked him those questions, I was expecting him to feel caged in or backed up into a corner. Or even avoid the question altogether. What I got though, blew me away.

    A confession of love from Clyde Davis. He loved me. Me! I mean, this is Clyde bad boy Davis, Mr I don¡¯t do rtionship, but I would do you. This is the guy, whose motto is, ¡®A week is worth it, two weeks is pushing it, three weeks and it¡¯s lost its magic, time to dump it.¡¯ He can get any girl he wants with just one look, but he¡¯s settling for me. Why?

    So that¡¯s exactly what I asked.

    ¡°Why?¡±

    I was finding it hard to believe that he would love me. Yes, thest two weeks had been great, but he could have any girl he wanted. He had been nice to metely, he kissed me a couple of time in school, but before that he¡¯s never spoken to me. Why would he now think he was in love? I know it wasn¡¯t about us sleeping together because he¡¯s slept with a lot of girls. What made me so different? What changed?

    A thought came to me and I gasped, pulling my hands away from him. No, it couldn¡¯t be that, could it?

    ¡°Are you saying that because of what happened in that basement? Is this some stupid way for you to feel less guilty? Because if it is, you can keep it. I don¡¯t need your guilt or your pity. If this rtionship is just base on sex, fine. I¡¯m ok with that, but don¡¯t you make me feel like a cause. Don¡¯t pity me because you feel guilty. You might think it¡¯s the ¡®right thing¡¯ to do, but it¡¯s not. I¡¯m a person, not ss, I won¡¯t break if you tell me the truth. And even if I do, I will pick up the pieces and put myself back together, ande out stronger for it.¡±

    Clyde looked taken aback and slightly amused. He threw his head back andughed. I sat there staring at him. Was he seriouslyughing at me right now, I could handle his smart mouth, but him sitting thereughing at me was just too much. I turned to open the door, I didn¡¯t want him to see the way he hurt me or the tears in my eyes. My hand was on the handle when I heard the click of the lock. What?! Did he want me to sit there and listen to himugh at me?

    ¡°Hey, Juliet, I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯m notughing at you, I¡¯mughing at this sense of morality you think I have. I¡¯m not a good person Juliet, my reasons for being with you are purely selfish. Just the thought of another guy experiencing what I didst night and this morning with you, makes me wanna kill him. You¡¯re mine Juliet and it has nothing to do with wanting to do the right thing and everything to do jealousy and being hopelessly in love with you.¡±

    I didn¡¯t know what to say to that, so I said nothing. He unlocked the door and got out. He came to my side of the car, just when I was about to get out, and he opened the door for me. When I stood up, he pushed me up against the car door banging it shut.

    He used his foot to spread my legs. Stepping in between them, he put one hand around my waist and the other into my hair. With a jerk, he pulled me t against him. My hands resting on his chest, eyes wide, gazing into his.

    The raw emotion I saw there made my heart rate sped up. His lips were down on mine before I could fully take in what I was seeing.

    The kiss was passionate, sexy, caring, loving. It spoke volume, it told me things that words couldn¡¯t exin. I moaned into his mouth and kissed him back. His grip in my hair tightened and his hold on me became strong. I knew I¡¯d have to break the kiss for the sake of breathing. However, I didn¡¯t really care for breathing at that moment. Breathing was so overrated, who needed it anyway?

    When we broke away from each other, Clyde was smiling. He kissed the tip of my nose.

    ¡°I love you, Juliet, don¡¯t ever forget that. You¡¯re the only person I¡¯m capable of loving.¡±

    I opened my mouth to tell him I loved him back, but he shook his head.All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.

    ¡°No, don¡¯t say it. Don¡¯t say it until you¡¯re absolutely sure this is what you want. Ok?¡± he intertwined our hands and I nodded my head, saying.

    ¡°Ok.¡±

    When we moved away from the car and started walking, I saw that almost everyone was looking at us. Some faces were frozen in shock, somewhere whispering and some were sending me death res. However, the faces that really brought me back to reality were those of the Queen Bs, whose looks said, I needed to watch my back. Sanity wore a look of excitement and Dillon, who just looked hurt and dangerously furious.

    Clyde followed me to my locker and waited until I got my books. Henry saw us and started walking over to us. He had a big grin on his handsome face.

    ¡°It¡¯s about time, we were starting to think, that you were going to pine over her for the rest of your life.¡±

    I blushed when he spoke, but returned his smile. Clyde slid his hands around my waist and nuzzled my hair, making me giggle.

    ¡°Yeah well, the very best things are worth waiting for.¡± My heart rejoiced when he said that and I felt the love in his words.

    ¡°Wow, can I have one? I want one too.¡±

    We all turned to see Sanity with a dreamy look on her face. Clyde chuckled, kissing the top of my head. Henry, however, was giving Sanity his 100 watts, sexy as sin smile.

    ¡°Sweetheart, I can be the answer to all your prayers.¡±

    My best friend was blushing and giggling. I didn¡¯t know if I trusted Henry with Sanity, not after what happened with Billy Newton.

    Henry made to move closer to Sanity, but Clyde stopped him, by cing a hand on his shoulder.

    ¡°Watch it, Henry. She¡¯s my girl¡¯s best friend, I wouldn¡¯t wanna have to hurt you.¡±

    I turned and smiled up at him. Henry held up his hand in surrender. ¡°Chill man, I just wanna talk to the girl not sleep with her. I do have standards, you know.¡±

    I watch as Henry makes my best friendugh and blush. It warmed my heart seeing her smile. We were all standing at my locker talking and I was really seeing Henry in a new light. I was starting to enjoy myself, trying to not to let what happened to me ruin my life.

    Clyde still had his hands around my waist, only instead of nuzzling my hair, he was whispering sexy little words in my ear. The things he was saying was making me blush. I saw Sanity smile, giving me a knowing look, then her smile change and her sweet face filled with hatred. She was looking at someone behind me, so I turned to see who it was. I red at Billy Newton when I saw him approaching us.

    ¡°Clyde, my man. I see you finally got the girl, it took you long enough.¡±

    Clyde¡¯s hands tighten around me protectively. ¡°What do you want Billy?¡± He asked, his voice taking on a chilling edge. Billy turned his eyes on Sanity and Henry moved closer to her.

    ¡°Hey San, how have you been doing?¡± The way he asked, he actually sounded like he cared.

    Sanity red at him then answered. ¡°Good, now that you¡¯re not in my life.¡±

    I had to give her props for being strong and controlling her rage. Billy¡¯s face showed a flicker of hurt but then it was gone, reced with a boastful look.

    ¡°Last time we were together if I remember correctly¡­ the words that wereing out of your mouth were, I love you, Billy, make me yours forever.¡±

    Sanity took a step back as if his words threw her back. A small sound escaped her lips, like a wounded animal. This sent me into a fit of rage. I broke away from Clyde and punched Billy in his unsuspecting face. I was about to deliver another one. However, I wasn¡¯t fast enough, because his hand caught mine before it made contact. His grip was painful and I hissed in pain.

    Billy dropped my hand just as fast as he caught it. He backed away from me, with his hands held up.

    ¡°Hey man, I was just protecting myself from your girl.¡±

    I turned to see Henry trying to restrain Clyde. The amount of malice I saw in Clyde¡¯s eyes was shocking. Henry was trying his best to hold him off, but Clyde¡¯s anger was driving him.

    He finally broke away from Henry, moving towards Billy. As much as I hated Billy I did not want to see him dead and there was no doubt in my mind that Clyde wouldn¡¯t kill him. I cut Clyde off before he reached Billy.

    ¡°Clyde, don¡¯t. Please don¡¯t.¡± Iy my hand on his arm and he seemed to snap out of his trance. He gently held my hand and inspected it where Billy had grabbed.

    When he was satisfied I wasn¡¯t badly hurt, he turned to look at Billy.

    ¡°Never, every your hands on her again or so help me god I will end you.¡±

    He pulled me into a strong hug and I felt his body slowly rx. I loved that he was protective of me, but that kind of disy of protectiveness was a little scary, if not downright frightening.

    I jumped in Clyde¡¯s arms when I heard a loud bang. I turned to see Billy pinned up against a locker by Henry.

    ¡°Where do you think you¡¯re going? You¡¯re not leaving here until you apologies to Sanity and you better make it good, because I¡¯m sure I can persuade Clyde to carry out his threat.¡±

    Billy looked about ready to shit himself. He nodded his head shaking.

    ¡°Um, sorry for what I said, it won¡¯t happen again, promise.¡± Henry shoved him hard onest time, saying.

    ¡°It better not or it¡¯s not gonna be Clyde who¡¯s gonnaing after you.¡± Henry was about to let him go, however, Sanity stopped him.

    ¡°Wait a minute. I have to know. Did you really made a bet with your friends to sleep with me?¡±

    We all wanted to hear what Billy¡¯s answer would be. When he didn¡¯t answer, Henry shoved him again.

    ¡°The girl asked you a question, now answer it!¡±

    ¡°Alright, alright. No one made a bet with me. I just said that to end it.¡±

    Sanity nodded, swallowing and Henry let him go. Billy quickly hurried away, while Henryforted Sanity.

    He offered to walk her to her ss, and she epted waving goodbye to me. Clyde and I held hands as we walked to our ss together. At that precise moment,ing back to reality didn¡¯t seem so bad, after all.

 Chapter 14: Queen Bs

    It was Monday, the day for me to return to my own house, and sleep in my own bed. No more curling up in bed with Clyde, no morete-night kisses. It was time to return to my own life. What could possibly go wrong, right?

    ¡°So, have you heard?¡±

    I stared nkly at Sanity. What was it that I¡¯m supposed to have heard? She looked at me waiting for an answer, I dropped my half-eaten sandwich back onto the te and decided to y her game.

    ¡°Ok, I give up. What should I have heard?¡±

    If it was another rumour about Clyde supposedly cheating, I was seriously going to scream.

    For two weeks I¡¯ve had to endure gossip, rumours and bitchyments. I really didn¡¯t think I could have taken anymore. Every time I walked the halls without Clyde by my side, all the vultures came out and attack. I¡¯ve been called, a bitch, a slut, easy, an attention-seeking whore and my all-time favourite, Clyde¡¯s newest piece of ass. So original right?

    At first, it was the girls that woulde up to me, iming that Clyde was sleeping with them. Saying that they were just concern that I was in over my head, and a guy like Clyde needs a little fun in his life, and someone like me simply can¡¯t satisfy him.

    Then there were the ones, who put their underwear in his locker or his car. I mean,e on. Get a life, people. Why would anyone want to do something so dumb? And they call me an attention-seeking whore.

    At first, I was hurt by it all. I wanted to know why they would go that far, as to want to break up my rtionship. Clyde showed no interest in them what so ever, so why throw yourself at a guy who clearly didn¡¯t want you. I didn¡¯t get it. Now I¡¯m not hurt, I¡¯m just pissed and mad as hell. I was tired of it all, so forgive me if I didn¡¯t want to hear about the newest rumour.

    ¡°The murders?¡±

    Sanity stared at me like I¡¯ve been living under a rock. My eyebrows knitted in confusion.

    ¡°Uh, what murders? What are you talking about?¡±

    Sanity rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration.

    ¡°Seriously Juliet, what have you and Clyde been doing together?¡± She looked at the blush on my face and rolled her eyes again.

    ¡°Ugh! Please don¡¯t answer that. Anyway, two girls have been murdered in thest two weeks.¡±

    My eyes went wide. ¡°Ohmygod! That terrible. How did they die? Did they catch the person who did it?¡±

    I felt really horrible, here I was feeling sorry for myself and bitching about my life when those poor girls don¡¯t even have a life anymore. Sanity looked around the cafeteria, then leaned in and whispered.

    ¡°They were raped and beaten to death. The police are still looking for the killer.¡±

    Raped.

    They were raped. Memories from that night started to flood my mind. Memories I¡¯ve tried very hard to bury. Clyde and I¡¯ve been trying to find out from people who were at the party if they saw or heard anything strange. However, everyone was too wasted to remember. I was still scared to be alone and I still have nightmares, but I¡¯ve been trying to put it behind me and not let it rule my life. Now girls being raped and murder on the news was bringing it all back.

    ¡°Juliet, are you listening? Did you hear what I just said?¡±

    Sanity waited patiently for me to answer. I was still a little overwhelmed, but I tried to clear my head and listen to what she was saying.

    ¡°Sorry San, what were you saying?¡±

    Sanity grunted. ¡°Can you not think about Clyde for one second, this is important? Anyway, like I was saying, the girls who were killed, were teenagers. One was 16 and the other was 18. And get this, they were both named Juliet.¡±

    ¡°Wait, what?¡±

    Ok, I am officially freaked out. Young girls are being raped and murdered and both were named Juliet. Can this just be coincident? It had to be, right? Sanity continued.

    ¡°Yeah, weird right? But that¡¯s not the only thing, the cops are calling the murderer, the letters to Juliet killer. Because both girls were clutching a letter, on the envelope it said, To Juliet and inside on a pink piece of paper, was written, Sa oled nii kaunis. I looked it up it means, you are so beautiful.¡±

    My face had gone pale white, the memory of that night came back to me. Those word being whispered to me. I felt like I couldn¡¯t breathe, I needed air. I needed to get the hell out of there. I needed Clyde.

    I jumped from my seat, knocking over my half-eaten lunch. Causing everyone to look my way. I didn¡¯t care I just had to get the hell out. I knew that it wasn¡¯t a coincidence, the same words that were said to me, being left on those dead girls. What if this psychoes after me? And why did he not kill me like he did those girls?

    I run into the hall, searching up and down for Clyde. I saw him standing at his locker, talking to Amy. I rushed to him, calling his name. When he saw me, he left Amy and run to meet me halfway. I threw myself into his arms, I was crying and talking, but Clyde wasn¡¯t getting what I was saying. He led me away into an empty ssroom when I started to cause a scene.

    When we were alone, he asked.

    ¡°Ok, Juliet, tell me what happened? Did the guys say anything to you? Was it the triplet? Please talk to me.¡±

    I tried to calm myself, taking deep breaths and focusing on Clyde. I was not alone, no one wasing to kill me. Maybe I¡¯m overreacting. But deep down I knew I wasn¡¯t. When I got back some of my bearings, I took a deep breath and said.

    ¡°There¡¯ve been two murders. Two teenage girls Clyde, both name Juliet. They were both raped.¡±

    I started to freak out again. What if this person was watching me, stalking me? Could it be someone I¡¯ve seen before or even someone I knew? Clyde held me close, soothing my tears. He tilted my face, looking into my eyes.

    ¡°It could just be a coincidence, maybe it has nothing to do with you.¡±

    I shook my head furiously. ¡°No! It¡¯s not Clyde. Sanity said both girls were found with a letter and in the letter the words, Sa oled nii kaunis was written. I heard those same words that night. Whoever drugged me that night, kill those girls. I¡¯m scared Clyde, I¡¯m really scared.¡±

    ¡°Are you sure Juliet? You were really out of it that night, can you be sure of what you heard.¡±

    I pulled back to look at him. My face showing the hurt I felt. Did he think I made it up?

    ¡°Yes, I¡¯m sure Clyde, I know what I heard.¡± I started shaking. What was I supposed to do? Would this persone after me to finish what he started?

    Clyde held me close, stroking my hair as I cried. I was so scared, just the thought of some psycho killer out there waiting to catch me alone, terrified me. What was I supposed to do, should I tell someone? Would that make it better or would that make the killer mad?

    ¡°We¡¯ll get through this Juliet, I promise. No one is going to hurt you, once we catch this psycho, you¡¯ll be able to put this all behind you.¡±

    The rest of the week went along unhinged, there were no more murders and Clyde hadn¡¯t left my side. I was back home and Clyde would pick me up in the mornings and drop me back off after school. I started to feel less uneasy. Maybe this guy just forgot about me.

    Clyde, Henry, Sanity and I started to eat lunch together. Henry and Sanity were getting pretty close. He seems to have changed since being around her. He was not so much of a dick anymore. As we were eating lunch, I started to check my pocket for my phone. Then I remember I left it in my locker. Sighing I said.

    ¡°I left my phone in my locker, I¡¯m gonna go get it. Be back in a sec.¡±

    I got up and so did Clyde. ¡°No baby, you stay. I¡¯ll just be a sec, I promise.¡± I told his frowning face. He sat back down, and I ran into the hall to get my phone.

    I had my phone in my hand, making my way back to the cafeteria when I saw Dilloning out of the science room.

    ¡°Dillon!¡±

    I yelled, making him turned around. I made my way to him, with a smile on my face. I missed my best friend, I didn¡¯t understand why he couldn¡¯t forgive me for what happened.

    When I was standing in front of him, he asked.

    ¡°What do you want, Juliet?¡±

    My smile slipped from my face and was reced with sadness.

    ¡°Dillon please, you have to forgive me. I need you in my life, we¡¯ve been best friend since forever. I love you like a brother.¡±N?velDrama.Org holds this content.

    Dillon looked at me then startedughing. ¡°I don¡¯t wanna be your best friend or your brother Juliet. I want what you¡¯re giving to him, I want all of you or none of you.¡±

    Tears settled in my eyes. ¡°Dillon, please.¡± I pleaded. ¡°Please understand, I don¡¯t love you that way and I never will. You deserve someone who will love you back, the way you love them and I¡¯m not that someone.¡±

    Dillon looked at something over my shoulders, then said. ¡°You would have been if he didn¡¯t steal you away from me. Look, Juliet, just keep away from me ok, I don¡¯t wanna be your bitch anymore. You¡¯ve got him, you don¡¯t need me.¡±

    With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, feeling like I¡¯ve lost a part of me.

    I felt Clyde slipped his hands around me and I turned and buried my face in his chest, sobbing.

    ¡°Shh Juliet, it¡¯s ok. He¡¯lle around in time.¡±

    I looked up at him with my grief-stricken face and asked, ¡°Why would he want to?¡±

    Clyde kissed the top of my head then answered, ¡°Because no one can resist your charms for long. You make everyone¡¯s life a little brighter.¡± I hugged him close, telling him, thank you. We then made our way back to join the others.

    It was Friday, so Clyde wasing over to spend the weekend with me. My Mom was ok with it since she met Clyde and was very impressed with him. She called him a perfect gentleman. She said she wished more young men had his ambition and loyalty and have a direct approach to life the way he does. Her words, not mine. My Mom was in love with my boyfriend.

    Sanity was getting suspicious, she knew something was going on because Clyde wouldn¡¯t let me out of his sight. He walked me to every ss and waited after ever ss for me.

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    I was waiting for Clyde to finish his Glee practice. Sitting in the hallway, listening to him sing with a smile on my face. A shadow was cast over me and I looked up to see who it was. Standing above me looking down were the three Bs.

    I rolled my eyes and looked away from them, I so didn¡¯t have time to deal with their bullshit. A ping came through to my phone and I smiled when I saw it was Clyde.

    Upset because I was ignoring them, Brenda grabbed my phone out of my hands forcefully. I jumped up trying to get my phone away from her. However, Brittany and Brianna held me back. They wereughing and grabbing my hand very hard. Brenda started reading my text out loud and I got really pissed.

    ¡°Ooh, listen to this, girls. Sorry to have you waiting baby, will be out soon to take care of you.¡±

    Whilst Brittany and Brianna held me, Brenda came up into my face. She forcefully held my jaw, squeezing. I tried to turn my face away from, but I was overpowered by them. The hatred I saw in her eyes was frightening. Her voice was venom-filled when she spoke.

    ¡°Listen to me Bitch, Clyde¡¯s just using you, and you¡¯re even more pathetic than I thought you were if you think he has any feelings for you.¡±

    She paused, increased the pressure on my jaw then continued. ¡°You think you¡¯re special because you¡¯re with Clyde, but you¡¯re not special, you just an invisible nobody, who Clyde feels sorry for. He¡¯s just being sweet because he realised that your life was not worth living. He probably saved you from killing yourself just like your pathetic sister.¡±

    When she was finished insulting me, Brittany and Brianna let go of me, walking over to Brenda. I rubbed at the spot they were holding, ring at them. Brenda dropped my phone, then stepped on it. She forged shock saying.

    ¡°Oops, sorry about, I guess you¡¯ll have to get a new one.¡±

    Theyughed turning to walk away. Brenda turned back. ¡°Oh, and Juliet, have you heard about the murders? You should watch your back and be very careful. We wouldn¡¯t want anything to happen to you now, would we girls?¡±

    Brittany and Brianna both wore a look of fake concern. Brittany said, ¡°No we wouldn¡¯t that would be terrible.¡± Then Brianna said, ¡°Definitely not, you should really take care of yourself.¡± The Queen Bs walked off after that. Leaving me there to ponder over what they said.

    ¡°So, are you going to tell me what¡¯s bothering you?¡±

    Clyde and I were sitting on the sofa in front of the T. V. I was snuggled up against him under my favourite nket. My mother was workingte again and Jenny was up in her room talking to her boyfriend. My mom has been workingte a lottely and she did look a bit stressed, it was starting to worry me. However, that wasn¡¯t the reason for my sad mood.

    I just couldn¡¯t stop thinking about what the Bs said. Did they know something about the killings and what happened to me? Would they really go that far for revenge? Or was it all just air talk, to get me worked up and scared? I felt confused and scared, really scared. I wanted to tell Clyde my fears, but I was also scared he¡¯d want to eliminate the threat.

    Clyde stopped drawing circles on my hip and pulled us both into a sitting position. He tilted my chin up so that I was looking at him.

    ¡°Juliet baby, please tell me what¡¯s bothering you.¡±

    I shook my head, ¡°I can¡¯t.¡±

    He frowned, confused. ¡°Why?¡±

    ¡°Because I¡¯m scared you¡¯re gonna wanna kill them,¡± I said softly.

    Clyde¡¯s face got really serious. ¡°Did someone say something to you? Who was it, Juliet?¡±

    I jumped from the sofa and threw my hands up in the air. ¡°This is what I mean.¡±

    I started pacing. ¡°I love that you feel the need to protect me and you¡¯re always there to make me feel safe. But I don¡¯t like that you want to¡± I lowered my voice, looking towards the steps, making sure my sister didn¡¯t hear what we were saying. ¡°kill everyone who upsets me. Because that would be a lot of people and not all of them deserves to die.¡±

    Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath then let it go. By doing that I expelled some of my pent up frustration. I returned to the sofa, with Clyde. The expression on his face was a nk canvas, I couldn¡¯t seem to read him.

    Taking hold of his hands, I squeezed them. I watched him swallow and his gripped on my hands tightened.

    ¡°What if I can¡¯t Juliet, what if I can¡¯t?¡± He looked like he was having an internal battle with himself, and he wasn¡¯t winning.

    I squeezed his hands harder. I didn¡¯t quite understand why he was so protective of me. I knew he loved me, I felt it in his touch, his words and the way he looked at me. I just didn¡¯t understand why he felt the need to end anyone who made me frown.

    ¡°Talk to me, please?¡± I begged

    He nodded then began. ¡°Before you, the only other person I have ever loved was my mother. Then she died and I couldn¡¯t protect her, because what killed her wasn¡¯t something I could kill.¡± He paused and muscle in his jaw contracted as he fought for control.

    I squeezed his hand, letting him know that I was there and he wasn¡¯t alone. He held tight on my hand as if it was a lifeline then he continued.

    ¡°I never thought that I¡¯d ever love another person, I thought I wasn¡¯t capable of loving another human being. Even if I was I didn¡¯t want to, because having to lose someone you love, kills a person inside. But then I saw you and I had no control over my feelings. I started feeling things I have never felt for a woman before. I loved my mother as a son should. However, with you, it was something much more intense. Even though I¡¯ve never spoken to you, I feltplete just knowing you were there. The heart that I thought was too cold to love, warmed at the sight of you.¡±

    I lifted his hand and kissed it. My heart broke from the pain I heard in his voice when he spoke about his mother and filled with joy from the absolute love when he spoke about me.

    ¡°I can¡¯t lose you, Juliet. I won¡¯t lose you.¡± The raw emotion I heard in his voice tore at my very core.

    I wish I could ease his pain and wipe away his worries. I wanted to make it all better for him. Letting go of his hands I moved closer. I put my legs across him, sitting on hisp. My hands went to his face just as his hands came up to hold my waist. Both my hands were on his face caressing it.

    I held his eyes captive as I spoke. ¡°You won¡¯t lose me, I promise you won¡¯t,¡± I whispered.

    Pressing my lips to his, I kissed him. It was only meant to be a short kiss of reassurance, but the moment our lips touched it turned into something else. Something more.

    Clyde¡¯s hands moved under my shirt and onto my skin. I gasped when his hands made contact. His grip was slightly painful, but I wasn¡¯tining.

    His hand moved up into my hair twisting my head to the side. He started trailing kissed down my neck and over my shoulder. My eyes were closed and my lips were parted. His hand made contact with my breast and I started heaving.

    I knew we had to stop for fear of my sister catching us. However, I couldn¡¯t bring myself to do it. The fire that ignites in my body whenever Clyde¡¯s hands or lips touches me, heightens my arousal.

    ¡°We. Have. To.¡±

    I couldn¡¯t string a whole sentence together because my brain was otherwise upied. Clyde grabbed my hips, pulling me closer. A moan escaped my mouth and I forgot what I was about to say. His hands started to roam all over my body inciting heat with every touch.

    I knew there was something I should be telling him. However, every time I tried to think Clyde¡¯s hand would touch somewhere new. Causing me to lose all brainpower.

    Clyde pulled away, his hands were still on my body. We were both breathing hard. He looked me in the eyes and slowly lifted the hem of my shirt. I never broke eye contact even as my shirt hit the floor.

    Slowly. Ever so slowly, Clyde moved his hands from my hips to the dip in my waist, up under the curve of my breast then to the bare skin on my back. With every touch my breath caught in my throat, leaving me gasping for air.

    His eyes were still on me and mine were still on him. I wanted him so badly, I felt like begging. However, I didn¡¯t dare speak, because what was being conveyed with our eyes and hands warranted no words.

    I saw in his eyes that he needed to know that I was his. The way he touched me was like he wasn¡¯t sure I truly belong to him. His touch was desperate and needy.

    I stroke my fingers down the side of his face. Then and only then, did he break eye contact. He leaned into my touch, closing his eyes. When he opened back his eyes, they held a question, ¡®Are you really mine?¡¯

    I took his face into my hands and kissed him. First on the tip of his nose then fully on his lips. My kiss answering his question. ¡®Yours, always and only yours.¡¯

 Chapter 15: Kidnapping

    This day started like any other day. It was a Thursday the weather was cold, freezing actually. It had started to snow, you could smell the freshness of it everywhere you go.

    Clyde had picked me up for school, after my encounter with the triple bitches, he got even more overprotected. Whenever I turned around, he was there. I loved having him with me, but I was starting to feel a little ustrophobic.

    It was two weeks since my encounter with the bitches and three weeks since the killings. Things were quiet and everyone was finally epting me and Clyde as a couple, well almost everyone. I was starting to feel good about living my life without looking behind my back.

    I had a new phone, my boyfriend was great, my best friend supported me in my decisions and I¡¯ve been epted into Harvard University with my boyfriend. Life couldn¡¯t get any better. Right?

    Well, everything was good except for the fact that Dillon still wasn¡¯t talking to me. I tried everything to get him to talk to me, but he just passed me by in the halls and would ignore mepletely.

    I guess I deserved it because I knew he had feelings for me, but I was too selfish to put a stop it. I was so concerned with losing my best friend and by not telling him how I felt, I ruined our friendship anyway. I really missed him and I hoped that one day he¡¯ll be able to forgive me and we can be friends again.

    ¡°Ok, so I think I¡¯ve waited long enough. What the hell happened that night at Clyde¡¯s party?¡±

    We were in our free period and from the way Sanity was opening and closing her mouth every few second, I knew that something was bothering her.

    I looked at her dumbly, the expression on my face clearly saying I hadn¡¯t a clue what she was talking about. Even though the mere mention of that night brought me deep-seated fear.

    Sanity rolled her eyes. ¡°Oh no you don¡¯t, not this time. No more avoiding the question. You are going to tell me what happened that night, you owe me that much Juliet.¡±

    I knew she was right, but I just couldn¡¯t bring myself to tell her the truth. I closed my eyes and sighed. When I opened back my eyes Sanity was still looking at me expectantly. As I opened my mouth to tell her a lie, I felt the guilt weight down on me like a ton of bricks.

    ¡°When I left you I ran into Clyde. We talked for a bit then he offered me a drink and I took it. I knew I shouldn¡¯t, but I guess I was nerves and I took it anyway. I got pretty wasted, well we both get wasted, and then we started kissing¡­ one thing lead to another and we ended up, you know¡­ sleeping together.¡± Thest part was said in a soft tone.

    I didn¡¯t look up at Sanity, I was sure if I did she would be able to see the lie written in my eyes. After about 2 minutes with no sound from Sanity, I started to think that maybe she¡¯d fallen asleep. I looked up at her to see her eyes wide and jaw dropped.

    She blinked a few times seeming to snap out of her shock. She leaned forward and whispered, ¡°You slept with him, you slept with him!? I knew something happened that night, but I never guessed that. I thought you just got wasted and was too ashamed to admit it.¡±

    I frowned at her. ¡°Why would I be ashamed to admit that?¡±

    Sanity gave me the ¡®Duh¡¯ expression then answered. ¡°Really Juliet? You¡¯ve got this thing about partying, drinking, sex and having a good time in general. Or don¡¯t you remember?¡±

    I gasped opened mouthed. ¡°I do not, do I?¡± I frowned.

    Sanity nodded sympathetically. ¡°Yep, you do. That¡¯s the reason I thought you didn¡¯t want to say anything. Don¡¯t get me wrong, I knew you and Clyde were doing the dirty, I just never thought that it started from that night.¡±

    I blushed when she said that. However, I was smiling. She pouted her lips.

    ¡°Why didn¡¯t you tell me? We¡¯re supposed to tell each other stuff like that. I¡¯m your best friend remember?¡±

    I bend my head in shame. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I was embarrassed that it happened, and not only that. I was also ashamed because it got a little rough and I didn¡¯t know how to tell you guys. I didn¡¯t want you or Dillon looking at me the way we looked at those girls that Clyde had slept with.¡±

    ¡°We would never¡­¡± Sanity trailed off, her eyes finding Dillon, who was sitting in the far end of the room ignoring us.

    ¡°Well, I would never.¡± She corrected. The lost look she had in her eyes matched mine. We were both missing our best friend.

    ¡°He¡¯s still not talking you to huh?¡±

    I asked Sanity, my eyes never leaving Dillon. It still hurts me to not be able to talk to him. I missed our time together. For the 14 years I¡¯ve known Dillon, we¡¯ve never argued until that day at my house.

    I lost one of my best friends and the cold, empty feeling in my heart lets me know it every day.

    ¡°Nope.¡± She answered, turning back to me. She tried to put on a brave face for me, but I could see the hurt she was trying hard to hide and I knew that she was missing him too.

    ¡°I miss him too, San.¡± I ced my hands over hers to offerfort. I saw the tears she was trying her best to not show. She sat up and shrugged her shoulders.

    ¡°Who cares about him anyway? It¡¯s his loss if he¡¯s willing to throw away our friendship over something so trivial.¡±

    I was about to reply to her but she changed the subject. ¡°I got my letter to Stanford this morning.¡± I smiled wide, excited for her. ¡°You did, what did it say?¡± Her shoulders dropped and she looked down.

    I felt my heart skip a beat. OMG! What if she didn¡¯t get it? I took both her hands into mine and squeezed. ¡°San?¡± I asked softly. She looked back up at me and squealed, ¡°I got in, Juliet. I¡¯m going to Stanford!¡±

    I closed my eyes and expelled the breath I was holding. ¡°For a minute there I thought you didn¡¯t.¡± She smiled cheekily, ¡°I know right, I am such a good actress. Maybe I should take up acting instead ofw. Who knows, I might even get married to Jensen Ackles from Supernatural.¡±

    Her eyes were closed and she sighed softly to herself. I wide grin stered on her face. Iughed, ¡°Isn¡¯t he married with a kid?¡± Her smile fell and she pouted yfully. ¡°You are such a dream killer.¡±

    I shrugged. ¡°Just thought you should know besides, I think Henry would have something to say about that.¡± I smiled, wiggling my eyebrows. Sanity blushed, ¡°shut up, we¡¯re just friends that¡¯s all.¡±

    ¡°Friends who want to suck the face off of each other.¡±

    I pucker up my lips and started making smooching sounds. It was so silly we both startedughing.

    The teacher who was monitoring our free period, cleared his throat giving us a stern look. We quiet ourughing, but we didn¡¯tpletely stop.N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.

    ¡°He did ask me out though.¡± Sanity said after we calmed down. My mouth fell open and I grabbed her hands. ¡°He did, what did you say?¡± She did a little excited dance in her seat then answered, ¡°I so said yes. He¡¯s hot and sweet and he makes meugh.¡±

    I felt so happy for her, I didn¡¯t trust Henry at first. However, I warmed up to him a lot, since he started to look out for Sanity and she always seems so happy whenever he was around.

    Sanity stop smiling and her face took on an unsure look. ¡°You don¡¯t think I¡¯m making a mistake, do you? I mean, he nice and everything but so was Billy.¡±

    She pulled back a little and her unsure look was reced with sadness. At that moment I wanted to kill Billy Newton myself.

    ¡°Maybe I should call it off. I might just be reading too much into this. Maybe he doesn¡¯t even like me, or he just wants to go out as friends and I¡¯m making a big deal out of it.¡± She was pouting.

    ¡°Hey,¡± I said, ¡°stop that, of course, he likes you. You are an amazing person and Henry sees that. He¡¯d be a fool if he isn¡¯t already crazy about you. So you should go and have fun and while you¡¯re at it, put Billy in the trash where he belongs.¡±

    ¡°Thanks, Juliet, you¡¯re the best.¡± I smiled boastfully, ¡°Yeah I know.¡± She rolled her eyes then we both startedughing, earning another stern look.

    After my morning with Sanity, I felt like we need some time with each other to catch up on our lives.

    ¡°So, you wanna go shopping with me? I¡¯m so tired of being cooped up at home or with Clyde all day, I need some girlpany and some retail therapy.¡± I pleaded with Sanity, my mouth pouted. I gave her my best innocent puppy dog look.

    Sheughed, shaking her head, ¡°Sorry Juliet, I have to babysit Purity and rity. My parents are going to this charity fundraiser and they don¡¯t trust Purity to babysit by herself, so I have to do it. Maybe tomorrow we can get together and have a girl¡¯s night.¡±

    I sighed in defeat, ¡°Oh alright, but I get to choose what we do and we will be discussing what I want for my birthday next week.¡±

    Sanityughed, ¡°Yeah ok. Well, see yater then. I¡¯ll call you when I get home to bitch about the two brats I call my sisters.¡±

    I watched as she drove off, still feeling sorry for myself. I turned to head back into the school to wait on Clyde, he had another hour and a half left of practice, before he could take me home.

    I was feeling bored out of my mind and very antsy. I wanted to get out of there and do something, have some fun with my best friend. Instead, I had to sit in the hall and wait until Clyde was done. Because going home by myself was just not an option.

    After waiting for about five minutes, Amy called my name. I looked up as she came closer.

    ¡°Hey, Juliet you still here?¡±

    I sighed ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m waiting on Clyde. Another hour and twenty-five minutes to go. Oh, joy.¡± Thest was said with a bit of sarcasm.

    Amyughed, ¡°Seems like you can do with a little fresh air. Wannae with me to the mall, we¡¯ll only be about an hour. You¡¯ll be back before Clyde finishes his practice.¡±

    I jumped at the chance to go out, besides I knew I¡¯d be back before Clyde even noticed I was gone. There was no harm in that, right?

    Whilst in the car with Amy, we talked about prom and what dress we were going to wear. I told her about being epted into Harvard and how great it would be going to the same University as Clyde. We both agreed that Clyde has changed since he¡¯s been with me.

    Amy said she had to make a quick stop at her Grandfather factory to drop off some paperwork to him.

    ¡°We won¡¯t be long, I¡¯ll be in and out in two minutes. Then we can go shopping and get you back before Clyde realises you¡¯re missing and kill somebody.¡± Sheughed.

    ¡°You got that right,¡± I whispered under my breath.

    When we arrived at the factory, it looked creepy and abandon. I looked around not feeling so sure about leaving the school anymore.

    ¡°Where¡¯s everybody? It looks so dead here.¡±

    ¡°Oh, the factory¡¯s not opened as yet, there¡¯s still a few loose ends my grandfather has to tie up, hence the papers,¡± she said, waving around a brown envelope.

    We got out of the car and I followed her into the building. It was dark and cold, it didn¡¯t look like anyone¡¯s been there in years.

    ¡°Are you sure your grandfather is here?¡±

    ¡°Sure.¡± She said cheerily ¡°He¡¯s at the back in his office. Let hurry so we can get the hell out of here, this ce gives me the creeps.¡±

    She was right about that, the ce did give off a creepy vibe. I didn¡¯t want to be in there longer than I had too.

    We arrived in a back room, it was definitely an office, alright. But one that hasn¡¯t been used in forever. There were dust and cobweb everywhere. I turned to ask Amy what was going on, but she had a sadistic smirk on her face.

    I took a step back afraid, then strong arms came around. I stilled for a bit then started to kick and scream. A voice I recognised said.

    ¡°Be still Juliet, it¡¯s just me.¡± I stopped fighting and frowned in confusion. ¡°Dillon, is that you?¡±

    Dillon let me go and I spun around to look at him. What I saw made me stepped back in horror. Dillon was covered in blood, I looked down at the white top I was wearing and saw that I had blood all over it.

    My hands started to shake as I grabbed at it. ¡°Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Dillon whose blood is this? What is going on, is this some kinda joke because it¡¯s not funny!?¡±

    Dillonughed an emotionlessugh. I stared at him, this was not my best friend. This person standing in front of me was a stranger. I looked at Amy and she was smiling like the whole thing was funny.

    ¡°Amy, what¡¯s going on?¡± I asked almost to tears. Her eyes filled with hatred when she spoke.

    ¡°What¡¯s going on is, Dillon¡¯s going to take you on a little trip, one that you¡¯re nevering back from.¡±

    I gasped, shaking my head. This couldn¡¯t be right, Amy was my friend and Dillon would never hurt me. Why were they doing this to me?

    Dillon stepped closer to me and I backed away. I had nowhere to run, Amy was blocking the exit we came through and Dillon was in the way of the other one. I backed myself into a wall. Dillon came closer, till we were almost touching. I was shaking and crying.

    He put his bloody finger to my lips. ¡°Shh, it¡¯s ok Juliet, I¡¯m not going to hurt you¡­ much. I¡¯ve waited a long time for this. I¡¯ve dreamt about this a million times, yed it out in my head and now that it¡¯s finally here, I¡¯m gonna have a lot of fun making you scream.¡±

    I shivered from his touch, it felt like hundreds of spiders were crawling all over my skin. He brought his face down to mine and I tried to turn away, but he was too strong. His mouth came down on mine in a forceful kiss and I heard Amyughing from behind us.

    Dillon pulled away then grabbed my hand. ¡°It¡¯s time to get this show on the road.¡± he started dragging me towards the exit he came thought. I tried fighting and begging, but he just ignored me.

    I turned to plead with Amy. ¡°Please Amy, why are you doing this? What have I done to you?¡± Amy stoppedughing and sneered at me.

    ¡°Why? Because of Clyde of course, that¡¯s why. I¡¯ve waited and waited for him to notice me, then you came along with your innocent smile and your virgin Marry act and he just fell for it. Well, no more waiting, I want him now and you have to be out of the picture for that.¡±

    She stepped closer to me and trailed a finger down my face, ¡°Oh don¡¯t worry, Juliet. I¡¯ll be there tofort Clyde when he hears the dreadful news that you¡¯re missing. I¡¯ll give him a shoulder to cry on and a bed to sleep in, he¡¯ll be well-taken care of, trust me.¡±

    She turned and walked out of the room leaving me there. I screamed for her to not leave me, for her to pleasee back. I screamed until my lungs burned, but she never looked back.

    Dillon dragged me through the door, I screamed and begged. I pleaded with him to think about what he was doing, but he just ignored me. When we were out of the room, the strong metallic scent of blood hit me, making me gag.

    My eyes searched for where the smell wasing from. What I saw made me scream in horror. Blood was everywhere, and a blonde girl was lying in the middle of it. Her eyes were open, the terror in them was frightening. Her dress was hiked up to her waist. I knew she was dead and I knew that Dillon had raped and killed her.

    Fear so strong took over me, I just started running. I heard Dillon¡¯s footsteps behind me. I pushed myself as hard as I could, I knew if I just get out of the building I¡¯d be free. I was almost there when Dillon grabbed me dragging me back in the direction of the dead girl.

    I cried, ¡°No, no, no, no! Dillon, please, please.¡± I felt a sharp prick in my neck and my world went ck. I knew I was helpless. I knew no one would be able to stop Dillon from kidnapping me.

 Chapter 16: Help me

    I woke with a banging headache and a bitter taste in my mouth. I tried to sit up, but I couldn¡¯t move, something was holding me to the bed. I heard voices, it sounded like Clyde, Sanity and Dillon. I tried to sit up again, but I still wasn¡¯t able to move.

    I tried moving my hands and legs but they weren¡¯t moving either. My eyes came opened fast, I looked around only to find out that I was chained to a bed. I started pulling at the chains, but they wouldn¡¯t budge.

    Everything that happened with Dillon and Amy came back with full force.

    I was trapped in a room, chained to a bed. From what I could have seen, it was a big room. There was everything in it. From, a bathroom, to a sofa and a television and even a kitchen. I started to panic, pulling at the chains until they ripped into my skin. I heard the voices again and started yelling. ¡°Clyde! Clyde! Please help me, I¡¯m in here. Please help me!¡±

    No one responded to my calls. I looked to see where the voices wereing from and saw that they were from a speaker, attached to the wall. So no matter how hard I shouted no one would hear me. I was trapped, Dillon would never let them find me.

    Clyde was saying something, so I stayed quiet and listen. ¡°How could she just disappear from the school without no one even seeing where she went or who took her. This is all my fault, I knew I should¡¯ve told the police about what happened to her that night at my party. If I had none of this would have happened.¡±

    I heard rustling about then Amy¡¯s voice, ¡°It wasn¡¯t your fault, Clyde. You couldn¡¯t have known something like this would have happened. You need to stop ming yourself, we will find her don¡¯t worry.¡±

    That bitch! How could she? I wanted to rip her throat out. I wanted to scream, to let Clyde know that she was the reason I was chained to a bed. I wanted him to know that it is because of her I wasn¡¯t with him, but most of all I wanted him to kill her.

    Sanity was crying and Henry wasforting her. ¡°You did what! I don¡¯t understand, how could you force yourself on her and not remember it? Why didn¡¯t she report it? Why did she stay with you after it happened?¡±

    They were all quiet, waiting for Clyde to answer. ¡°We were drugged. That night at the party, someone injected us with some kinda weird drug. When we wore up the next morning, it was to find¡­ Look, someone used me to hurt Juliet that night, and now that person¡¯s got her. Whoever killed those three girls, has my girlfriend and I¡¯m gonna find him.¡±

    Sanity was screaming, ¡°You force yourself on my best friend and you expect me to believe that you were drugged, that you didn¡¯t know what you were doing! There¡¯s no kinda drug that can do that, Clyde!¡±

    Something fell to the ground, then came Clyde¡¯s voice, ¡°I love Juliet, and I would die for her, my life is not worth living if I¡¯m not with her! So don¡¯t you dare use me of ever hurting her intentionally.¡±

    There was silence for a while, but then he continued, ¡°You think that I don¡¯t hate myself, for what happened to her. I¡¯m the one that the bastard used to hurt her. I watched her cry and tried to scrub the pain away, and I couldn¡¯t do anything to help her. I don¡¯t know why she forgave me, but she did and I couldn¡¯t love her more for it. She mine, that bastard¡¯s got, my baby. She must be terrified and there¡¯s nothing I can do about it.¡±

    The voices go softer and softer and I guessed they were moving into another room. I started to Shout for them to not leave, even though I knew that they couldn¡¯t hear me. About half an hour after, the door opened and Dillon came in. He smiled when he saw me, he was carrying a tray with food on it. He set in down on the table beside me and sat on the end of the bed.All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.

    He smoothed the hair away from my face and I jerked away from him. ¡°Now, now. Is that any way to treat your boyfriend? I¡¯ll have to teach you some manners.¡±

    I looked at him with hatred and disgust, ¡°You will never be my boyfriend. You sadistic psychopath. You killed those girls, you drugged Clyde and me. Why would you do something like that Dillon? Mommy and Daddy never gave me enough attention. Poor Dillon, his Mommy and Daddy never loved him. Boo Hoo, there are people out there who had life worse than you. You don¡¯t see them going around raping and killing people.¡±

    Dillon raised his hand and pped me with all his built-up rage. My face started to burn and my ears were ringing. I looked at him with tears in my eyes and he sighed, rubbing my cheeks.

    ¡°See what you made me do, I don¡¯t like hurting you Juliet, but I will if I have to. Now I think you should eat, I¡¯ve brought you some food.¡±

    He tried to put the sandwich to my mouth, but I turned away my face.

    ¡°Where¡¯s Clyde?¡±

    Dillon got angry, throwing the tray with the food to the floor. He grabbed my face painfully. ¡°Clyde¡¯s gone and you¡¯re never going to see him again. So stop asking!¡± he let go of me, turning to pick up the fallen tray.

    ¡°Maybe a few hours by yourself will teach you to behave.¡±

    He started walking away and I shouted after him. ¡°Why Dillon, why did you drug us? Why did you let him hurt me? Why would you hurt me like that, after what happened to Mary?¡±

    Dillon turned backughing, ¡°Why. You wanna know why? I¡¯ll tell you WHY! I love you Juliet and you were throwing yourself at him. Even though you knew what kinda person he is. You weren¡¯t supposed to be with him, I did it so you would hate him when you woke up and found out what he did. But I should¡¯ve known that he would try to worm his way into your life. Come up with some excuse, to make you believe that he was innocent.¡±

    I gasped at him, staring wide-eyed. ¡°W-what did you drug us with?¡±

    I asked, needing to know. Dillon set the tray down and pulled up a chair to the bed and smiled.

    ¡°Oh that, that was my own personal concoction. You were just drugged with a simple date rape drugged. But Clyde, however, now that was a masterpiece. That was a mixture of various ingredients. It worked like a charm.¡±

    He sat back and smiled, his face going back into the past, ¡°Wanna know what it does?¡±

    Without waiting for me to answer he continued. ¡°It put the person in a zombie-like state. The brain is asleep, but the body is fully functioning. It triggers a sleeping sickness called Sexsomnia. It was touch and go at first with Clyde, I thought I¡¯d have to dose him up again. But when he came awake and started to attack you, it was simply beautiful. It¡¯s such a shame the world will never get to see my work.¡±

    ¡°You watched it? You were there watching as he hurt me. How could you live with yourself, Dillon? You are sick Dillon, you need help. Please let me go and I promise I will help you to get the help you need.¡±

    Dillon got up andughed, ¡°Nice try Juliet, but you¡¯re not going anywhere.¡±

    He started walking to the door and I screamed after him, ¡°Clyde didn¡¯t hurt me, Dillon, it was you! You raped me!¡± He left the room, closing the door behind him. And I was left with the sound of my own screams and the sickening silence of the room.

    Three days pass and Dillon still had me chained to the bed. He woulde down every few hours to let me used the bathroom and eat food. Clyde, Sanity, Henry and Amy woulde over every day. They would all discuss ways in which to find me.

    Dillon would try to get me to talk to him, but I kept on ignoring him. He would bring me flowers, buy me gifts or write me love letters. However, I never epted any of it. That only made him angrier.

    I wouldy awake every night with tears running down my face and whisper into the darkness, ¡°Somebody, help me, please.¡± But no one ever came.

 Chapter 17: Rescue

    One week. One long week Dillon has had me trapped in his room. He took off the chains after three days. No, I wasn¡¯t chained to the bed anymore, I now wore my very own ve shackles. A heavy brass choker, with a very long heavy chain attached to it.

    I was allowed to go everywhere in the room, but the chain stop short at the door.

    I was chained up like an animal.

    Almost every day for the past week, Dillon has tortured me, by leaving the speaker on when Clyde was there. I had to listen to the pain in his voice as he med himself for what has happened to me. And vowed every day to find the person who was responsible, and put a bullet in their head.

    I felt mad with myself that I never told him that I loved him back. I had so many opportunities to say it to him, but I always held back. Thinking the time wasn¡¯t right. I should have known that all those lost time were the right time.

    I was started to feel like I was never going to get away from Dillon. I¡¯ve tried picking the lock many times, but it never budged. So I gave up trying. Dillon came into the room after Clyde had left. He came over to me, trying to touch me and I stepped away from him growling.

    ¡°Don¡¯t touch me.¡±

    He grabbed me and pushed me onto the bed forcefully. ¡°I think I¡¯ve waited long enough.¡±

    I tried to move, but he pinned me there. I stared up at him, then spat in his face. He used the bed covers to wipe it away, then pushed me farther into the bed. I cried out from the pain. His hand grabbed my thigh pushing my white dress up.

    ¡°How many times have you let Clyde screw you? How many times have you let him touch what is mine?¡±

    He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. ¡°I¡¯m gonna make you forget about him. The things I¡¯m gonna do to you, Juliet?¡±

    The sly grin andscivious look in his eyes made she shiver with uncontroble fear.

    I kicked at him, trying to get him to let go, but it was no use. His lips came down on mine and he was trying to force his tongue into my mouth. I clenched my teeth together, never giving him ess. I felt his hands pulled at my underwear, and I started to fight even more. This was not going to happen to me again. No! I will not allow it. Fight! Fight! That¡¯s all that was going through my mind.

    I heard when he ripped my panties, and my body went into flight or fight mode. I started to scream and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I bit down hard on it, drawing blood. He screamed, pulling away. He pped me in my face.

    ¡°You stupid bitch, you bit me.¡±

    He began to get move forceful and violent with me. Hiking my dress up higher and ripped the rest of my underwear away.

    I felt his finger being forced into me, and I cried out. He grinned like he was enjoying it. He had a look of pure pleasure on his face. He pushed harder, making me scream.

    ¡°You like that, don¡¯t you Juliet?¡± He continued assaulting my body and making me scream until I was weak from it.

    He let go of my hands to rip open the front of my dress, sending buttons everywhere. When my hands were free, I sunk my nails into his face. He cursed, pinning my hands back over my head.

    I spat at him again then, startedughing, ¡°Are you gonna rape me, Dillon? What¡¯s the matter, you can¡¯t get it up unless you¡¯re forcing yourself on some helpless girl? Can¡¯t you get a girl the normal way, the way other guys do? The way Clyde does?¡±

    My words just made him angrier. He grabbed my breast hard, and I cried out. He smiled, seeing me in pain. When he started to fumble with the belt on the jeans, I kicked and screamed until my lungs hurt. His hand came down on my mouth and my nose, cutting the scream off.

    I started to fight for air, my lungs were burning with the need to take a breath. I could feel the pressure building up in my head, spots started to dance in my vision. My body began to go ck, thest thing I felt before my world slowly faded to ck, was something forcefully entering me.

    I came awake with a jolt, my body still in its fight or flight mode. I was alone on the bed. However, my dress was scrunched up high on my waist and ripped at the front. My bra pulled down exposing my breast. I sat up, pulling at my clothes, sobbing hard. I needed to get them off. I ripped everyst piece from my body and ran into the shower. I turned the temperature to scalding and sat under the hot sprays, curled up into a ball.

    I cried and cried, wishing Clyde was there. I knew I couldn¡¯t stay there much longer, for fear of Dilloning back. I quickly got out of the shower and dried my skin. I grabbed clean underwear, a zip front jumper and a pair of jeans. I got dressed quickly and sat in a corner of the room. I tried not to think about what Dillon did. I, however, thought about all the good time I¡¯ve spent with Clyde, something that Dillon could never take away from me. Or so I thought.

    I don¡¯t know how long I sat in the corner, but after a while, I heard the door opened and footstepsing closer to me. I backed up more into the corner, pulling my knees into me. Dillon stepped into my line of vision, smiling.

    ¡°There you are, I was starting to think that maybe you somehow got out. Ie bearing food, let¡¯s feed you before you starve.¡±

    He was acting like nothing happened like he didn¡¯t force himself on me. It was all a game to him.

    I didn¡¯t move, I didn¡¯t even look at him. I stayed in my corner ignoring him. He set the tray with the food down then stooped to my level. He moved a few strands of hair from my face, and I flinched away from him. He sighed, standing back up.

    ¡°Come on, let have you eating.¡± He offered me his hand and I just stared at it.

    ¡°Come on Juliet, don¡¯t make me have to force. Get up now! He yelled making me jump.

    I got up without taking his hands. Pressing my body into the wall, with my hands wrapped around myself. He moved in closer to me. I started shaking, as he ran his hand up the side of my body. He pulled the zip on the front of my jumper down. One of his hands going into my bra cupping my breast.

    I shook my head from side to side. ¡°No, no, no, no.¡± I cried. His hands stilled. ¡°Rx sweet Juliet, I¡¯m not ready for you just yet.¡±

    He stepped back, moving to sit on the bed. He patted the space beside him. With trembling hands, I made to zip back up my jumper, but Dillon stopped me.

    ¡°No, leave it. I quite like the view.¡± I let my hands fall to my side as I slowly moved to sit. Not trusting that he wouldn¡¯t get up and hurt me again. I sat and ate the food he brought slowly, always having my guard up.

    When I was finish eating, Dillon moved the tray away and moved closer to me. He slipped his hand into my jacket and started to kiss my neck. I sat there shaking and terrified. He gently pushed me back onto the bed, until I was lying down. I started to plead with him.

    ¡°Dillon please, don¡¯t do this. Please don¡¯t hurt me.¡± He smiled at me sadly, ¡°Shh Juliet, it¡¯s only gonna hurt if you fight it. So make it easier on yourself and don¡¯t.¡± I started to plead with him again, but he just ignored me.

    I gave up. I couldn¡¯t fight anymore. I was so tired. The more I fight, the more he hurt me. I was tired of feeling helpless and vulnerable. I was tired of being scared, waiting for the moment when Dillon would attack. I couldn¡¯t fight him anymore, I didn¡¯t want to fight him anymore. I just wanted to stop feeling. So that¡¯s exactly what I did.

    Three days after Dillon first force himself on me. My brain told my heart to stop feeling and it listened, my brain then shut itself down. Offering me some form of peace. Three weeks on, and I didn¡¯t feel anything, just numb.

    One afternoon, Dillon came back in the room to me. I was sitting on the bed like I always do, staring into space. I saw him moving over to the bed. He started to undo the buttons on his shirt and I just stared at him, lifeless.

    ¡°I¡¯ve had the worst day, I need my girl to make me feel better.¡±

    When he was finished undressing, he pulled back the covers and got in. He pulled me to him and I went like a corpse. I had all the fight beaten out of me, literally. It was easier to give in than to fight.

    He was on top of me. I was just lying there, not really caring. I felt nothing. I just let it happened. Halfway through, I heard a voice called.

    ¡°Dillon are you down there? What are you doing there man? What kindab do you having down there, locked up so tight? Man, are you growing weed?¡± The voice started to get closer, along with footsteps.

    Dillon stilled on top of me. And I still did nothing, my brain didn¡¯t register that that was my chance to get out, to be rescued. Dillon cursed as the footsteps got even closer, covering my mouth with his hand.

    ¡°Clyde dude, don¡¯te down here, I¡¯m naked bro. Just got out of the shower.¡± The footsteps stilled and Clydeughed.

    ¡°I so don¡¯t wanna see that bro. Get dressed, I¡¯ll wait for you back upstairs.¡± Clyde started to retreat, and Dillon removed his hands from my mouth.

    ¡°Make one sound Juliet and I swear you¡¯ll regret it.¡±

    Wake up! Wake up, Juliet! Scream, scream!!! The Juliet I locked away inside of me was fighting to be heard. But the weaker more scared version of me didn¡¯t want to listen. She wanted to continue feeling numb, giving over control to the stronger, feistier Juliet meant feeling pain. It would be like opening a floor gate filled with emotions.

    Weak Juliet just didn¡¯t want to feel, however, Stronger Juliet was not giving up. Scream you, idiot! It Clyde, you remember him, right? Clyde. I knew that name, I knew that voice and he was leaving.

    Dillon saw the moment I realised that my chances of being rescued were moments away from leaving. I opened my mouth to scream, but Dillon¡¯s hand came down on my mouth, cutting it off. I used everyst bit of strength I could muster up and pushed his hand away. I screamed so hard and loud, I didn¡¯t think I¡¯d even stop. ¡°Clyde! Clyde! Clyde!!!¡± Good girl, you did it.

    ¡°Juliet. Juliet baby is that you?¡± Clyde started running and the door to the room was thrown open. Clyde came to a standstill when he saw the scene before him. Dillon had jumped off the bed and was hurrying into his clothes. I was now sitting on the bed clutching the covers close to my neck. Clyde¡¯s eyes filled with guilt and sorrow when he saw me,

    ¡°Oh, baby.¡± he cried.

    He then turned to Dillon, advancing on him, hatred and anger in his every move. There was so much anger. Dillon tried to run, however, Clyde caught him.

    Clyde threw him up against the wall, punching him with every word, ¡°You son of a bitch. You had her this whole time.¡±

    Dillonughed, his eyes already starting to swell and his face bloody. ¡°I had her alright. Every night for the past three weeks and then some. Let me tell you, I understand why you¡¯re so hung up on her. The sweetest piece of ass I¡¯ve ever had.¡±

    Clyde began punching him more furiously. ¡°You sick psycho son of a bitch, I¡¯m gonna kill you.¡±

    Clyde dropped Dillon to the ground and he started coughing up blood, he spat it to the side andughed in between coughs.

    ¡°Go ahead, kill me, I¡¯m not afraid to die. But the damage is done. The Juliet you knew is no more. All that¡¯s left of her is a shell of the person she once was. A goodpliant little bitch. My little bitch.¡±

    He saw the look of horror on Clyde¡¯s face andughed again. Clyde raised his foot and kicked him in the face knocking him out. He turned to me and whispered.All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.

    ¡°Jewels baby, it ok. You¡¯re ok now. I¡¯ll never let you go again I promise.¡±

    He started to move closer to me and I panic, grabbing the sheet I backed up against the bed. Clyde stopped short, his eyes filled with tears. Backing away from the bed, he grabbed Dillon and started walking towards to door.

    ¡°I¡¯ll go get help, I¡¯ll be right back I promise.¡± with that he was gone.

    I sat there. The floodgate was opened, and there were so much pain and anguish. I didn¡¯t want to feel, I tried to bite back the scream that was building in my throat. However, the pain was too much to bear. It was ripping at my chest and fighting toe. My heart was dying, it couldn¡¯t take being drowned in its own blood. The scream escaped my mouth and there was nothing I could do about it.

    Let go, Juliet, just let go. I¡¯ll take care of you, I promise to make the hurt and the pain go away. All you have to do is let go. So that¡¯s exactly what I did, I let go and everything went dark and numb. And I was peaceful.

 Chapter 18: Oh Juliet, my Juliet

    CLYDE ¡®S POV.

    I needed to see her. Why the hell were they taking so long? I have been waiting for hours at the hospital. Doctors and psychiatrists were in the room with her, all-female. No male coulde within 10 feet of Juliet without her screaming bloody murder. Whatever Dillon did to her, messed her up pretty bad. I am going kill that murdering, raping bitch, when I get my hands on him. I just needed to make sure that Juliet was ok.

    ¡°What the hell is taking them so long?¡±

    I paced back and forth, wearing a hole into the hospital floor. Juliet¡¯s Dad rested a heavy hand on my shoulder.Belongs to ? n0velDrama.Org.

    ¡°Be patient son, they¡¯re looking her over, making sure she ok. We¡¯ll all get to see her soon.¡±

    I nodded. I didn¡¯t want to be patient, I wanted to see her right at that very moment. But I knew I needed to wait.

    My phone ringed and I answered it.

    ¡°Hello.¡±

    Sanity voice came over the speakers. ¡°Clyde, is she ok? Ohmygod, I can¡¯t believe Dillon had her all this time. I¡¯m on my way there now. Henry and Amy are with me.¡±

    I squeezed the phone harder when I heard Dillon¡¯s name. ¡°I don¡¯t know if she¡¯s ok. She hasn¡¯t spoken since she was brought in, she didn¡¯t even recognise me.¡±

    Sanity told me she was sorry and that she was halfway to the hospital, then we said our goodbyes and hang up.

    Juliet¡¯s entire family was at the hospital with me. Ever since Juliet was kidnapped, I¡¯ve been in contact with them every day. I called the police when I found Juliet and then her parents. Her Dad had moved back temporarily when he got the news that she was missing. We¡¯ve been trying every day for the past four weeks to find her. With no luck.

    That bastard Dillon would evene over to my house, to help figure out ways in which to find her. I¡¯ve been to his house almost every day and he had her there all that time. That room he always kept lock, he said it was hisp. Where he experiment on things.

    I never asked about it again, wanting to give him his privacy. How could I¡¯ve been so stupid? She was right there under my nose the entire time and I never knew.

    If it hadn¡¯t been for me showing up unexpectedly at Dillon¡¯s house. I never would have found her, who knows how long Dillon would have kept her there before he killed her.

    The Doctors came out of the room and I rushed to them.

    ¡°Is she ok? Can I see her? What did that bastard do to her?¡± One of the Doctors looked at me and asked.

    ¡°And who are you, young man?¡±

    I frowned angrily, is she serious? ¡°Why the hell does it matters who I am. I just want to know if she¡¯s effing ok!¡±

    I yell angrily, causing a few patients and visitor to look my way. But I didn¡¯t care. Mr Daniels stepped in to calm me down.

    ¡°Cool it, Clyde, Juliet needs you to be level headed right now, not a raving lunatic.¡±

    I ran my hand into my hair then over my face. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down then apologised to the Doctors.

    Mr Daniels stepped forward to the Doctors. ¡°We are Juliet¡¯s family. I¡¯m her father Roger and this is her boyfriend Clyde. Can you tell us if she ok, and if we can see her?¡±

    The Doctor nodded her head, then looked at her chart. ¡°So far she¡¯s stable. She is seriously traumatised, from her whole ordeal. Her brain haspletely shut its self-off to hurt and pain. She¡¯s locked herself away in her head and doesn¡¯t want toe back out.¡±

    I swore under my breath and I heard Mrs Daniels and Jenny soft sobs behind me. The Doctor looked at us with pity then continued.

    ¡°She shows signs of repeated sexual abuse. Can I ask, was she a virgin, when she got kidnapped?¡±

    All eyes turned to look at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and answered.

    ¡°No. No, she wasn¡¯t.¡±

    The Doctor nodded her head. ¡°I know that an experience like this would be traumatic for anyone it happened to. However, in my experience, if this form of sexual intimacy is the victim¡¯s first sexual experience, the recovery process can be much longer. All I can say at this time is, to give her time and have lots of patience with her. With the help of counselling and lots of family support, she will slowly get better.¡±

    I was happy that she was going to be ok. However, I was also mad that Dillon did this to her. The Doctor was still talking.

    ¡°There¡¯s one more thing. We couldn¡¯t get her to say a word the entire time we were in there. However, when we told her she was pregnant, she told us to get it out of her.¡±

    Mr Daniels swore next to me and I felt like punching something.

    I asked the Doctor, I just needed to know. ¡°How far along is she?¡±

    She flipped through her chart then answered. ¡°She¡¯s eight weeks pregnant.¡± I sighed in relief.

    ¡°Oh, thank God.¡± The Doctor frowned.

    ¡°Excuse me?¡±

    I closed my eyes and answered. ¡°The baby, it¡¯s mine.¡±

    She nodded her understanding, told us it was ok to see Juliet then excused herself, with the other Doctors trailing behind her.

    Sanity and the other arrived just as the Doctors walked off. They all greeted Juliet¡¯s family, thene over to me.

    ¡°Did I hear right, Juliet¡¯s pregnant?¡±

    Amy asked a slight frown on her face. ¡°And you¡¯re the father, are you sure?¡±

    Not really reading too much into her frown, I answered.

    ¡°Yes she is and yes I¡¯m sure.¡±

    Sanity came over and hugged me. ¡°Are you alright, how are you feeling?¡± I hugged her back, ¡°I¡¯m never going to be ok, as long as she¡¯s hurting.¡±

    We all sat and waited for the ok to see her. Sanity was sitting in Henry¡¯sp and Amy was sitting next to me. She kept asking me if Juliet remembered what happened the day she was kidnapped. If I weren¡¯t so worried about the love of my life, I would have thought her questions were suspicious.

    She was sleeping. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful. I was thest to see her. I waited until her family had some time alone with her. Her father had to stay at the door, whenever he made a step to move closer to her, she started to panic. I heard him crying like a baby. It hurt him, seeing his little girl like that. We were all trying to understand, why Dillon would do something so hurtful to her.

    Sanity stayed with her while Henry remained outside. Amy opted out on going in and stayed outside with us. The three left soon after Sanity came out.

    I sat on the bed next to her careful not to wake her. I held her hand gently in mine, caressing it. I stroked her cheeks, then leaned and ce a soft kiss on her lips, then her forehead,

    ¡°O Juliet, my Juliet. Wherefore art thou Juliet?¡± She signed when I kissed her lips again. I was reluctant to leave but, I did anyway. Dillon needed to die.

 Chapter 19: Sunshine smile

    We¡¯ve had her home for two weeks now and still no change. She keeps herself locked up in her room only ever leaving if she had to. It killed me. I hated having to watch her suffer and not being able to help her. She acted like she didn¡¯t know who I was. I couldn¡¯t even hold her tofort her, because she screamed whenever I tried to get close.

    I was awake in one of the guest rooms in her house. I hadn¡¯t left since she was released from the hospital. Her mother tried to get me to go home, but I refused to be away from her. I jumped out of bed and rushed into her room when I heard her screaming. The nightmares were getting worse. Her screams were louder and more terrifying.

    I found her sitting on her bed, clutching the bed cover. Scared out of her mind. The house was empty, except for me. Her father was back, with his wife, Jenny was staying with a friend and her Mom needed a night out. So I offered to keep an eye on her on till she returned.

    She didn¡¯t want to leave, knowing that Dillon was still out there. I assured her that Juliet will be safe with me. I¡¯d die before I let anyone take her again.

    I entered her room with caution. Her eyes locked on me and she started to shake. I held up my hand in surrender, letting her know that she was safe that I¡¯d never hurt her. She started to back up against the headboard of her bed.

    ¡°No, no, please, please. I don¡¯t want to anymore, it hurts so much and I¡¯m tried Dillon, I¡¯m so tired. Please don¡¯t hurt me anymore.¡±

    Those were the first words she¡¯s spoken in weeks and they broke my heart. She thought I was Dillon. To hear her plead for him to not hurt her anymore, made me wanna kill him. I stepped a little closer to her.

    ¡°Jewels, it¡¯s ok. I¡¯m not gonna hurt, I¡¯d never hurt you. It¡¯s me, Baby. It¡¯s Clyde, not Dillon. Dillon¡¯s gone baby, he can¡¯t hurt you anymore. I made sure of it.¡± She sat there and stared at me for a while, her brow knitted in confusion.

    ¡°Clyde?¡±

    I nodded my head, relief. ¡°Yes baby, it¡¯s me.¡± I proceeded towards her, but she shook her head.

    ¡°No, stay there. Y-you can¡¯te any closer. I-I¡¯m not c-clean.¡± I looked at her in confusion.

    ¡°What are you talking about Juliet?¡± I didn¡¯t care if she wasn¡¯t clean, I just wanted to hold her. She looked at herself then looked me, willing me to see whatever it was that she was seeing.

    ¡°What is it Baby, what do you want me to see?¡± I asked her, as I slowly inched forward.

    ¡°Me,¡± she said pulling at her clothes, ¡°I¡¯m dirty, Clyde. I-I can feel him, Clyde. I can feel him on t-top of me, inside of me, running through m-my vain. He¡¯s in my head and I can¡¯t get him out. I can feel him every second of every day and no matter how hard I try I can¡¯t get him out. He makes me feel dirty, so dirty.¡±

    She pulled at her clothes as she spoke.

    My heartbreak watching her and my anger built. ¡°He told me things Clyde, horrible things. He killed those girls, he drugged us and Amy¡­ S-she helped him. She took me there and left me to him. Why would she do that Clyde, why?¡±

    I took a step back, Shocked. Amy? No! ¡°Amy took you to him?¡±

    She didn¡¯t answer, just continued talking. ¡°He said I was nothing, just a lifeless toy for him to y with. He made me do things and he did things to me, dirty, painful, nasty things. He said when he was done with me no one would want me. No one would love me.¡±All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.

    I was sitting on the bed. I grabbed her hands and slowly pulled her into my arms. I never felt soplete in my life. Having her there in my arms never felt more right. She rested her head on my chest and continued talking.

    ¡°He made me listen to you, every time you were there. And you were with her, Amy. He said that you¡¯d never find me that you weren¡¯t looking hard enough. Why didn¡¯t you find me?¡±

    She started pounding on my chest and I let her. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you find me!? Why did you take so long!? Why did you let him take me!? Why, Clyde, why!?¡±

    I felt the hot tears fell from my eyes, as I apologised, ¡°I¡¯m sorry Juliet, I¡¯m so sorry he hurt you.¡±

    I held her until she was all cried out. With her head still resting on my chest she said.

    ¡°I have to go now.¡± I stroke her hair. ¡°What are you talking about baby, where do you have to go?¡±

    She moved to look up at me. ¡°Away, she will take care of me. I don¡¯t like feeling pain, it hurts too much. She makes the pain go away, so I have to go.¡±

    I looked at her confused. ¡°Where do you have to go baby, and who¡¯s she?¡± She looked at me like she didn¡¯t understand why I wasn¡¯t getting it. ¡°The other Juliet. She will take care of me like before and I won¡¯t have to feel any pain.¡±

    I was startled, she wanted to go back into herself to hide away from the world again. I pulled her back to me, holding her close. ¡°No, I don¡¯t want you to go. Please stay with me, Juliet.¡±

    I pleaded, my voice shaking as I speak. She shook her head. ¡°But I don¡¯t want to.¡±

    ¡°Please, don¡¯t leave me here alone by myself. I need you, Juliet, I can¡¯t do this without you by my side. Please stay.¡±

    She nodded head against my chest. ¡°Maybe for a little while.¡±

    I pulled her to lie with me, covering us both with the covers. I put my hand t on her stomach and caressed it.

    ¡°Please don¡¯t kill our baby Juliet.¡± She didn¡¯t reply, so I continued. ¡°I¡¯ve been thinking about it. It¡¯ll have your dark curls, my green eyes and your smile, definitely your sunshine smile. If it¡¯s a girl, we can call her udia. And if it¡¯s a boy, we can call him Julian.¡±

    She shifted in my arms. ¡°I like udia.¡± I sighed with relief. It was a slow start, but it was a start nheless. I¡¯ll ept anything.

 Chapter 20: Forever and for always

    A few hours after she¡¯d drop to sleep in my arms, her mother came home. She was shocked to find me in Juliet¡¯s room. She knew that Juliet hadn¡¯t wanted me toe close to her, so seeing us cuddling in bed took her by surprise.

    I slipped out of the bed, being careful not to wake Juliet. I followed her mother down the stairs, so we could talk.

    ¡°So is she better, she¡¯s finally let youe close, does that mean I get my daughter back?¡± her voice broke went she spoke.

    I shook my head. ¡°It¡¯s worse than we thought. She hiding away in herself because she doesn¡¯t want to feel pain. She said, she has to let the other Juliet takeover, that the other Juliet will take care of her, she will never let her feel pain.¡±

    Mrs Daniels looked confused. ¡°What? What other Juliet?¡± She was crying now. ¡°What has he done to my baby? And why can¡¯t the police find him?¡±

    I held her as she cried and I cried with her. All the memories of what Juliet told me finally taking hold and I cried like a baby. I¡¯ve cried before when Juliet was first kidnapped, but this was different. This was everything I kept pent up, finally breaking down that wall I put up to help me deal.

    So I cried like a girl. ¡°He broke her. He broke my Juliet.¡±All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.

    How could Dillon do something so vile to her? Who would ever want to hurt Juliet? The weeks that she had been gone, I felt like my heart was missing. I missed seeing her beautiful smile and hearing her summer sweet voice.

    I missed holding her in my arms and feeling her body next to mine. Just the thought of Dillon touching her, viting her, made me mad. I wanted to kill him painfully and slow. He needs to hurt, for all the pain he caused Juliet.

    After a while, I finally pulled myself together. I backed away from Mrs Daniels, grabbing my coat. I told her there was something I had to deal with and that I¡¯d be back in a few hours. I took my phone out and send a text, slipping it back into my back pocket. I grabbed my key and headed out the door.

    I saw Amy¡¯s ck Sudan, parked by the entrance to the cemetery. I grabbed what I needed from the glovepartment, putting in wait band, got out of the car and walked to her. She saw me and smiled. It took everything in me not to kill her right where she stood.

    When I got closer to her, she spoke. ¡°I got your message. Why did you want to meet here?¡±

    I step closer to her, our lips almost touching. Her breath hitched when I spoke.

    ¡°There¡¯s something I want to show you. Something only you will understand.¡±

    She sighed smiling. I stepped back and intertwined our hands. She leaned into me as we walked, iming to be afraid.

    ¡°How¡¯s Juliet doing?¡±

    Just the mere mention of Juliet¡¯s name on her lips made me angry. I was fighting everything in me to keep that anger at bay. I steeled my emotions and answered.

    ¡°She¡¯s doing ok, still not talking about what happened, or she doesn¡¯t remember, we don¡¯t really know. She¡¯s not afraid of me anymore, so that¡¯s a good thing.¡±

    She was quite beside me, I guess hearing that Juliet was getting better was not what she had expecting.

    I stopped walking and turned her to me. ¡°Amy, you¡¯re been a good friend to me when I needed one. Thank you.¡±

    She frowned, then looked away. ¡°Only a good friend?¡± she asked.

    I looked at her. She¡¯s quite beautiful, with long ck hair, beautiful blue eyes, nice full lips and a beautiful body. However, she just wasn¡¯t Juliet. I have craved Juliet for years, thinking she was out of my reach and way too good for me. Now that I have her, I don¡¯t n on losing her or giving her up. Not for anyone, not even for someone as beautiful as Amy. But this is a game and I have to y along.

    ¡°You¡¯re beautiful, you are, but Juliet needs me right now. I have to be there until she¡¯s better. However, maybe in time things might be different for us. We just have to wait and see.¡± That brought a smile to her face. We turned and continued walking.

    We walked for about 10 minutes, she asked how much longer and I squeezed her hand, assuring her it wasn¡¯t farther. When we got to the crypt, I took the keys out of my pocket and opened it. I motion for her to go ahead of me, she looked unsure for a bit.

    ¡°What¡¯s in there?¡± I leaned down and kissed her softly on her lips.

    ¡°You¡¯ll see. I promise you, you¡¯ll be surprised.¡±

    She smiled even brighter, walking ahead of me. We had to follow some step-down. I stayed behind a bit and waited for it, and I was not disappointed. When Amy screamed it was like music to my ears. I walked down the rest of the steps and smiled when I saw her kneeling next to a chained up Dillon.

    ¡°I told you, you¡¯d be surprised.¡±

    Amy backed away from me, up against the wall. She looked past me to the exit.

    ¡°Don¡¯t even think about it, you¡¯d be dead before you reach the door.¡± She started crying and begging.

    ¡°Please Clyde, you don¡¯t have to do this. Just let me go, please.¡±

    I stepped closer to her and grabbed her hair hard. ¡°Why should I let you go? Tell me why I should spare you? Did you let Juliet go, when she begged you to? Did you spare her? No, you didn¡¯t. You took her to him!¡±

    I twisted her head so she could look at Dillon, bloody and half alive.

    ¡°Do you know what he did to her? He raped her over and over and over until he broke her. He beat her and had her chain like a wild animal. You let him touch my Juliet, you let him hurt her, my Juliet!¡±

    I took the gun out of my waistband and pressed it to her head, then I asked her.

    ¡°Why¡¯d you do it, Amy? Juliet trusted you, you were her friend. I trusted you. What could Dillon have offered you that would make you do something so horrible?¡±

    She was shaking and Crying and I screamed. ¡°Answer me damn it!¡± Making her jump.

    ¡°I-I d-did it f-for you, Clyde. I did it f-for us, s-so that w-we could finally be t-together. Don¡¯t you see? She w-was in the way.¡±

    Iughed a humourlessugh. ¡°You did it for me, for us? There is no us, AMY! There¡¯s Juliet and there¡¯s me that¡¯s the only US there will ever be. I love Juliet, always have, and always will. She¡¯s the only woman that I am capable of loving. Do you get that?!¡±

    I pressed the gun harder into her head making her scream and I shouted.

    ¡°Shut up! Nobody hurts my Juliet, you hear me. Nobody hurts my Juliet and lives to talk about it.¡±

    I smiled a revengeful filled smile at her. ¡°I¡¯ve dreamt of the day when I¡¯ll get the change to end the person who caused my baby pain. Now that day is finally here.¡±

    I took a step back from her and she got down on her knees and begged. Her begging did nothing for me. I felt cold as I pulled the trigger, watching her lifeless body fall to the ground. I turned the gun on Dillon but changed my mind. Ending his life was too good, leaving him there to starve to death with his partner in crime was ideal.

    I walked over to him and kicked him awake. His eyes flutter open and he looked up at me. The fear was evident in his eyes. I smiled upon seeing it. How many times had he made my baby scared and afraid? I wanted him to feel everything he put her through and so much more.

    ¡°Feel like dying yet?¡±

    He saw the gun in my hands and started to scoot back. His hands made contact with Amy¡¯s blood and he looked down to see what it was. When he saw Amy¡¯s dead body, he started crying like a baby. I stepped on his hand, causing him to cry out more.

    ¡°It¡¯s a shame she had to die, I was starting to like her.¡± He looked at me in horror and Iughed. ¡°What, no more smart talk? Come on Dillon, I thought you weren¡¯t afraid of dying. Why the pussy act?¡±

    He said nothing, just kept on crying. I put the gun back into my waistband, then took my knife out of my back pocket. I crouched down and held the de over his fingers.

    ¡°Is this the hand you used to touch my baby? Are these the fingers, you used to vite her?¡±

    I didn¡¯t wait for him to answer, I held his hand down and brought my knife down with brute force. Hearing Dillon scream, was like a rush. I basked in it.

    I looked down at my handy work and frowned. ¡°Only three fingers, I was aiming for four.¡±

    I lifted the knife and brought it down again, iming the fourth finger. He started to pass out from the pain and I pped him awake.

    ¡°Don¡¯t go to sleep on me now, Dillon. We¡¯ve only just gotten started.¡± He started whimpering and saying something I couldn¡¯t hear.

    I leaned closer to him so that my ear was to his lips. What he said only enraged me more.

    ¡°I-I s-sorry.¡± I put pressure on his injured hand and he cried out.

    ¡°You¡¯re sorry? Juliet is barely existing, and you¡¯re sorry! You raped her, every day for weeks, broke her down to nothing. She screams every night from all the nightmares she has, she¡¯s afraid of men, and you¡¯re sorry! So, you being sorry just makes it alright, is that it?¡±

    I stood and put my foot over the thing he used to cause my girl hurt and press down.

    ¡°If you¡¯re looking for forgiveness, you won¡¯t be getting any from me.¡±

    I used the tip of my boots and apply pressure to his dick, causing him to pass out from the pain. Then I turned on my heel and walked out. Leaving him there, with Amy¡¯s corpse.

    When I arrived back at the house, Juliet was still sleeping. I imed into bed with her, pulling her to me. She called my name.

    ¡°Clyde is that you?¡± I kissed her hair.

    ¡°Yes baby it¡¯s me, it will always be.¡± She nodded her head.

    ¡°I didn¡¯t go, I stayed like you asked.¡± She paused for a bit then continued, ¡°I love you, Clyde.¡± I pulled her closer. ¡°I love you too Juliet, forever and for always.¡±

    She drifted off to sleep and I followed her, knowing that everything was going to be alright.

 Chapter 21: Romeo and Juliet, Bonnie and Clyde

    10 yearster

    ¡°So how was your first day of school honey? Was it good, did you make lots of new friends?¡±

    Juliet asked her 9 years old son Julian, who was sitting at the dinner table picking at his food. Julian sighed, then looked at his mother. Sadness showing all over his sweet little face.

    ¡°I guess.¡± He said, pouting a bit.

    Juliet looked at her son¡¯s sad little face and instantly wanted tofort him.

    ¡°What¡¯s wrong sweetie? Didn¡¯t you have a good day, were the kids mean to you?¡±

    She asked, wanted to know what had her son so upset. Julian shook his head. ¡°I miss my girlfriend Lisa.¡± Juliet¡¯s eyes went wide and she almost choked on her food. Girlfriend?

    Clyde, who was sitting on the opposite side of Juliet, started chuckling. Juliet cast him a look, letting him know that it wasn¡¯t funny. Turning her full attention back on her son, she asked.

    ¡°You have a girlfriend? For how long now?¡±

    Julian looked over to his Dad as if to ask permission to share their secret. Juliet looked over to Clyde, who was chuckling under his breath. He shrugged his shoulders and she rolled her eyes, turning back to their son.

    Julian turned back to his mother and answered, ¡°Yep, Lisa is my girlfriend. I asked her to be my girlfriend on my eighth birthday and she said yes.¡±

    Juliet¡¯s eyes went wide, but then Julian little face got sad, ¡°What¡¯s wrong baby?¡±

    He pouted his little mouth and frown, ¡°I¡¯m not a baby mom. Dad says I¡¯m a little man.¡± He puffed up his chest proudly.

    Juliet chuckled. ¡°Ok little man, do you wanna tell mommy what¡¯s wrong?¡±

    He started pouted again, ¡°I broke up with Lisa. Dad says I won¡¯t meet the love of my life until I¡¯m in high school, so I need to y the field until the timee tomit to just one girl.¡±

    Juliet looked over at her husband, who was trying his best not tough.

    ¡°Did he now?¡±

    Turning back to her son she said, ¡°Well Daddy isn¡¯t always right. You¡¯re can meet the love of your life at any age and you don¡¯t have to y the field if you don¡¯t want to.¡±

    Julian looked at his mother surprised. ¡°I don¡¯t?¡±

    Juliet shook her head. ¡°No sweetie, you don¡¯t.¡± She turned and give herughing husband a stern look.

    ¡°What have you been teaching our son, Clyde?¡± Clyde shrugged his shoulders, smiling.

    ¡°How to be cool, just like his daddy.¡± He turned and rustle his son¡¯s head. ¡°Isn¡¯t that right little man?¡±

    Julian nodded his head, ¡°Yep, I gonna be cool, just like daddy.¡±

    Juliet rolled her eyes and smiled yfully. ¡°Well, one of my cool guys have school in the morning, so it¡¯s off to bed with you.¡±

    Julian jumped up from his seat and started to make his way up the stairs. Juliet, who was about to clear the dishes away, called after him. ¡°Hey, are you too cool to kiss your mother goodnight?¡±

    Julian frowned his little face-up, ¡°Uhh mom! I¡¯m too old for goodnight kisses.¡± He pouted his mouth, however, he went to kiss his mom.

    Clyde walked around the table and slipped his hands around Juliet¡¯s waist, nesting her into him. ¡°You¡¯re never too old for a goodnight kiss.¡±

    Juliet turned her head to smile up at him. He looked lovingly into her eyes and continued. ¡°Especially one from your mom.¡± He brought his lips down and kissed her passionately. He could never get enough of kissing her. Every time he kissed her it felt like the first time all over again.

    They broke the kissughing when Julian started to express his distaste. ¡°Ugh, that gross, I¡¯m going to wash my eyes out now¡±

    Clyde and Juliet looked at each other andughed. As Julian was walking up the steps, the doorbell rang. They both frowned, looking at each other. ¡°Are you expecting someone?¡± Juliet asked Clyde, who shook his head. ¡°No, are you?¡± Juliet shook her head too. Then they both headed to the door.

    When they open the door, they both started smiling. A sweet little voice said, ¡°Can I sleep in my own bed, mommy?¡±

    Clyde crouched down, taking their little girl into his arms, then stood to his full height.

    ¡°Of course you can, carebear. Did you not like it, sleeping over at Hannah¡¯s house?¡± udia shook her head and pout her little lips.

    Juliet turned and greeted her best friend Sanity. ¡°Was she any trouble? I know it was her first sleepover and it much has been tough.¡± Sanity shook her head. ¡°No it was fine, she was an angel. She and Hannah both had a wonderful time, they drove Henry mad. He¡¯s at home now trying to get Han to sleep.¡±

    Juliet smiled, ¡°Thanks for bringing her back. Maybe next time she¡¯ll be able to spend the whole night.¡± The women hugged, then Sanity had to leave because she didn¡¯t trust Henry not to feed their daughter candy, in hopes that it will make her sleep faster.

    Both Juliet and Clyde took their 5-year-old daughter up to bed and tucked her in. They crossed to Julian¡¯s room and did the same for him. They went back downstairs and cleared away the dishes and tidied up the kitchen.

    ¡°You think she¡¯ll ever be able to sleepover at her friend¡¯s house?¡± Clyde took his wife¡¯s foot into his hands and started to massage it, causing her to moan. ¡°Umm, that feels good.¡±

    He chuckled. ¡°Anything my baby needs and yes, I think there will be days when we will be begging her to sleep in her own bed.¡± Clyde moved closer to Juliet on the bed, taking her into his arms. ¡°Stop worrying baby, she¡¯ll soon grow up and start telling us she hates us and to stay out of her life. The times when we should be worrying at yet toe.¡± Juliet chuckled and leaned back into his embrace.

    The next morning, Juliet woke early to start her family off for the day. She looked across the bed at her sleeping husband and smiled. They¡¯ve been through a lot together. It still surprises her sometimes that Clyde put up with all the bullshit that had happened in her life. She was very grateful to him, for sticking by her and helping her through the worst time in her life.

    She sat there and thought back to that time. After being rescued for Dillon, she struggled to get her life back on track. Her mother wanted her to go live with her dad, but Juliet knew that leaving Clyde was not an option. She was never leaving him again, he was the only person in the world who made her feel safe and she wasn¡¯t willing to give that up.

    She returned to school two months after the incident. She was 15 weeks pregnant at the time, however not showing. The gossip mills were buzzing, no one really knew what had happened to her.

    Her parents kept most of it out of the media. Some student was saying, she ran away to be with an older guy. Some were saying, she was in rehab and others were saying she had an abortion and was just resting up until it was ok for her toe back to school. However, there were a few students who knew the truth but were unsure if it was the truth.

    They had 8 more weeks before graduation, and Juliet couldn¡¯t wait to be done with high school.N?velDrama.Org holds this content.

    Clyde walked to her locker as she tried to ignore all the whispers and the strange, curious looks. Being back at school was supposed to have given her back some form of normalcy. However, everywhere she looked reminded her of Dillon.

    Clyde slipped his hands around her waist and kissed her hair. ¡°You don¡¯t have to do this if you don¡¯t want to. We can leave right now if that¡¯s what you want.¡± Juliet shook her head, loving the way Clyde always made her feel safe.

    ¡°I can¡¯t keep running Clyde, I have to do this. I can¡¯t let Dil¡­ I can¡¯t let him take away my life any more than he has.¡±

    She couldn¡¯t even bring herself to say his name. Someone she grew up with and loved as a brother and she couldn¡¯t even say his name, because saying his name brought too much pain.

    On the way to her first ss, she was engulfed in a big hug. At first, she stiffened but rxed when she heard Sanity voice.

    ¡°Ohmygod Juliet! Are you ok? How are you feeling? Do you need anything?¡± Sanity was rambling on. Juliet hugged her best friend back,ughing. She was so d that Sanity hasn¡¯t changed.

    ¡°I fine, San. Stop worrying.¡± Sanity stepped back, signing in relief. ¡°Oh good, because have I got news for you. First off, you haven¡¯t really missed anything too good, other than the Queen Bs getting their cars torched about two and a half months ago. And Amy going missing.¡±

    Juliet just stood there staring at her. She remembered Dillon telling her something about blowing the Bs car when she was with him. However, what really got to her was hearing that Amy was missing. She had put Amy out of her mind, but hearing about her brought back her fears of that day.

    ¡°Missing? A¡­ Amy¡¯s missing? When? How?¡± Clyde¡¯s hands tighten around her, and she felt the tension in his body. Somehow she just knew that Clyde had something to do with it. Sanity, oblivious to the tension, continued talking.

    ¡°Yes, about almost two months ago. It¡¯s weird because her parents say, she left one night and never came back home. The next morning her mom checked her room and her stuff where gone. Apparently, she left a note, which they say was printed from herptop, saying that she met a guy and was going to live with him. People are saying that she ran off with Jax Manner, you know the bad boy who just up and disappear a few months back.¡±

    Juliet swallowed the lump in her throat, nodding. She hoped Sanity didn¡¯t see how uneasy she was. They kept on walking and Sanity continued talking.

    ¡°Come to think of it.¡± She stopped, turning to Clyde. ¡°Wasn¡¯t Jax apart of your crew? Do you know what really happened to him?¡± Juliet stiffened, but Clyde just shrugged it off.

    ¡°Maybe I do, maybe I don¡¯t.¡± I rxed and Sanity frowned, clearly wanting to know. However, she moved on to a different topic.

    At the end of the school day, when they were back at Clyde¡¯s, Juliet asked him about Amy being missing and why the cops couldn¡¯t find Dillon.

    ¡°I¡¯m not so sure you would wanna know, Juliet.¡± Juliet moved a little out of his arms, to look him in his face. ¡°I need to know, Clyde. I wonder every day when D-Dil¡­ When he¡¯lle for me again. I need to know, Clyde, please.¡±

    The tears were flowing freely now. Clyde pulled her closer to him, wiping her tears away with his thumb.

    ¡°They¡¯re both gone Juliet, they¡¯re never gonna hurt you again, I promise.¡± She leaned back into him and sighed a relief sigh. Juliet knew if she pushed Clyde he would tell her what he did to them. However, just hearing that he took care of them and that they couldn¡¯t get to her any more was enough for her at the moment.

    Clyde pulled her down on the bed with him and tucked them both in. He rests his hand on my stomach, which was still rtively t and caressed it.

    ¡°How¡¯s our little man doing?¡± Juliet giggled, turning on her side. ¡°Or it could be a girl.¡± Clyde smirked at her, ¡°Nope, it¡¯s definitely a boy, a man knows these things.¡± He said, causing Juliet to roll her eyes. ¡°Just remember I¡¯m the one carrying the baby, man.¡±

    Clyde looked at her smiling face and felt his heart soften. That sunshine smile has been missing from her face for far too long, seeing it again made his wanna keep it there for the rest of her life.

    ¡°Marry me, Juliet.¡± The smile slipped from her face. Then she got wide-eyed with shock. ¡°W-What?¡±

    Before she could get anything more out, Clyde ced a finger over her lips.

    ¡°No, I¡¯m not asking you because of what happened or because you¡¯re pregnant. I¡¯m asking because the thought of not making you my wife and never getting to spend the rest of my like with you, making you smile scares me to death. I love you Juliet and that will never change, I just wanna make you my wife while I¡¯m doing it.¡±

    Julietughed with tears in her eyes, nodding her head, ¡°Yes! Yes, I¡¯ll marry you. But not because of what happened or the pregnancy, but because I love you with all my heart, and being with you makes me feel safe and at home. You¡¯re my home Clyde and I want to be yours.¡±

    They got married just after graduation and their Son Julian Marcus Davis was born 14 weeks after. Clyde went to University the first two years without her. Then she joined him after their son was almost two. They rented a house close to the University and lived there with their little family.

    Sanity and Henry, who were now a couple went to Stanford University and both majored in Law. Clyde majored in, Law Enforcement Intelligence and Analysis and Juliet majored in Psychology. Clyde went on to work in Law Enforcement, as a Criminal Intelligence Analysis and Juliet chose to teach back what she had learned.

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    Clyde woke to see his beautiful wife smiling, and he smiled to himself. All he had ever wanted to do was make her smile and seeing her happy filled his heart with love. He couldn¡¯t have asked for anything more. He had the perfect wife, two adorable kids and a job he loves, life couldn¡¯t get any better. Well, looking at his wife in her barely-there nightdress, made him think, maybe life could get just a little bit better.

    He pulled her to him, breaking her out of her trip down memoryne and startling her in the process. Sheughed.

    ¡°Would you stop it, the kids will be up in a minute and you¡¯ve got work.¡± He nuzzled her neck slipping his hand under her nightdress.

    ¡°How about we make another little one, you always said you wanted three children.¡± Juliet pushed him off of her,ughing. ¡°No way buster,bour pain is not for me, sorry. Two will have to do.¡±

    Clyde frowned yfully. ¡°Oh,e on, I was just getting in the mood.¡± Juliet rolled her eyes at him. ¡°You¡¯re always in the mood.¡±

    Before she could say anything else to him, two pairs of tiny feet came padding in the room.

    ¡°Mommy, Julian the Alien, says I¡¯m a baby because I couldn¡¯t sleep over at Hannah¡¯s all night.¡±

    udia pouted her lips and jumped on the bed with her parents. Her hair so much like her mother¡¯s and her eyes like her father. Julian smirked at his sister.

    ¡°She is a baby, tell her mommy. Only babies are scared of sleepovers.¡± Julian was the opposite of his sister. With hair the same colour as his father and eyes the same colour as his mother. Both children, however, had their father¡¯s dimples and their mother¡¯s smile.

    Juliet and Clyde smiled at their children, then turned to smile at each other, both thinking the same thing. Life couldn¡¯t get any better

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