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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Exit, Stage Left. Farewell.

It's been a while, and...a lot has happened.

This is Nancy, and I've just managed to figure out Jules's password. (Why RemyMontague wasn't my first guess, I don't know.) So I thought I should update this blog of hers on what's happened. I'm not a huge fan of putting such personal information on the internet, but Jules did what she wanted to.

Yes, that was past tense. If Jules hadn't been so reckless, if she'd let me help...

I'm the one who found Juliet, "dead". I was coming to apologize, you know? I'd yelled at her, I'd said things no friend should, and she was just there, lying on her bed. I thought she was asleep, I swear I did. Then I saw that she wasn't breathing, that her face was pale, and I screamed.

I don't scream.

But I screamed.
This was my best friend, laying on the floor, dead and pale and the laughter gone out of her eyes. I've known her since we were babies in a cradle, and this is the last thing I remember about her. Sunken cheeks, quiet stillness, and a horrendous smile that graced her bluing lips. 

She was taken to the graveyard though, by Brian. We're all blurry on the details of what occurred, but here's what we knew for sure.

Pierre had gone to see if he could give Jules one last thing (a ring. It was a ring with a flower made of crystals) and hid when he heard footsteps. Footsteps that belonged to Remy, who had come here because...we're not sure as to why Brian hadn't told Remy about Jules's temporary state, but he'd thought that Julia was really dead. Or, at least, that's our best guess. Brian hasn't been much of a talker lately (but he's told us the basics). If they let me get my hands on him, he'd talk. Oh, he'd talk...
Either way, Pierre must've surprised Remy or something, because Pierre winds up shot twice in the heart and dead on the ground. Remy dies from alcohol poisoning next to Jules's body, and Jules? She wakes up, sees Remy, and then she shoots herself with the same gun Remy used to kill Pierre. I don't care what Remy and Pierre wanted to do, but dragging Julia into it? If they weren't dead, I would've strangled them myself. 

This is what the world's come to. This is what's happened.
Does that satisfy your curiosity? All the ones who've emailed her, demanding an ending to this story? Does it? She's dead, you know. Because all of you encouraged her. She's gone.

Of course, you wouldn't know that from looking at her parents. The Montagues and Capulets have joined their companies, all of them managing one part of the company. They've teamed up with Mr. Price for overseas headquarters and they're richer than ever. It took less than a week to see Mr. Capulet smile. Mrs. Capulet has been shaken and she still cries at the mention of Jules's name, but she's doing better than me at least. She's manage to erect a statue of her daughter and Remy in the center of the company's HQ foyer. Because that's going to help.

I know why RemyMontague wasn't my first guess for this blog's password. I didn't want to believe he was as large a part of Jules's life as he was. He only knew her for a month, and this is what he did to her. I won't hate him for my best friend's sake, and I know the Capulets have made peace with the Montagues, but Remy Montague will never be remembered as that "nice young boy" as Mrs. Capulet calls him. He was death.


Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Roses Fade

Brian Lawrence came over to my house for dinner. Like I mentioned, he does some work on the side for the families so he frequents at my house.
Pierre was also here, which made things...awkward since I had something to discuss with Brian. It turns out, no one was willing to go directly against the Capulets or the Montagues, so Remy and I couldn't just flee and run away.

Then I remembered Brian. He's loyal to no one but himself and maybe Remy--and he's skilled with plants--with drugs, medicinal and otherwise. There had to be something that could help me.

There was.

Instead of simply running away and living in fear of my parents, I'm going to fake my death. Brian has a certain mixture concocted and, quite honestly, I don't want to know what's in it. I've known him for forever though. It'll pale my face, slow my heart beat, and...basically make me look like I'm dead. Brian's going to be taking my "corpse" for inspection, claiming that since my parents have a lot of enemies, it may be poison. He'll bring Remy to meet me (and, because he's a bit morbid and because of the lack of visitors) at the graveyard and then we're on our own.

My parents are already stressed--if I act weird they won't notice. They have this whole party thing they want to throw, to show off the fact that Pierre and I are "dating". Speaking of which, Pierre was really earnest today. He kept following me around and smiling at me--and while he's adorable, he's not Remy. I can't even look him in the face or else I'll start crying. It sounds stupid, but knowing that I'm about to run away from everything I've ever known...I know it's for the best, but it's hard.

What if this mixture is going to kill me? What if Brian will betray us? What if Remy never comes or what if I'm there by myself for hours on end? Did you know I'm still scared of the dark?

What am I doing?

I can do this.

Well, drugs. It's just you and me.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Most Wicked Things

This blog has officially been set to private except for a few of my frequent commentors/viewers, but no one else has access to this. Not even Nancy. Especially not Nancy.

I managed to track down Remy before he went completely into hiding by sending him a letter through Brian, and he came to my rooms yesterday. (Climbed some vines that run up to my room. It'd be romantic if not for the situation we're both in.) He wasn't happy after finding out about Pierre and we agreed that we'd run away together. It may sound dramatic, but honestly it's the only choice. With my dad's...violent temper, he won't rest until I'm married to Pierre and I'm already married. I can't do that. With our parents' businesses, we have plenty of ties to people who can smuggle us out of the country. And it has to be out of the country. Our parents would give up at nothing to find us, and they'd find us if we stayed in the US. They'd find us. You can't understand the lengths our parents will go to to control us or get what they want. My mom's threatened to send someone after Remy. And I'm afraid she's not joking. My parents don't joke.

Despite all of that though, Remy and I managed to tease each other throughout the night. We laughed and smiled and kissed and it would've been amazing if it wasn't for the fact that Remy was officially wanted and that if anyone saw him here, I'd have been screwed to next Thursday.
I tried not to dwell on that though because he was there and he was real and he was mine. We talked about everything underneath the sky--and above it, especially the stars and the birds that soared under them. We'd be as free as them, free of our parents soon enough. We could do this.

When he left though, Nancy came bursting in my room. Her eyes were ablaze and when my door slammed shut she started screaming at me, asking me how I could still be with him after what he did to Tyler. She kept saying that I had Pierre, why couldn't I just date him? That Pierre was better than Remy, that Remy was nothing. That he was a dishcloth and a demon many words that made me blind with fury. Then she told me that if I didn't break it off, she'd tell my parents about it.

How dare she. How dare she call him all those things when she'd been in full support of our relationship before. How freaking dare she. How dare she threaten me with something like that, something she know could get me killed.

I'm on my own now. It's just me and Remy. I can't trust someone who called him a demon (if anyone is, it's her) and I can't trust someone who threatened to tell my parents.

I can't trust her.

Friday, August 1, 2014

Doomsday Comes

Things have sort of gone to hell.
And I need to pretend to date Pierre. Now it's not just my parents who want me to do it (and even more so now, but more on that later), Nancy wants me to do it. Nancy's my best friend and I adore her, but she's completely against Remy now--hates him. She keeps blaming him for Tyler's death which, yes, he did cause, but Tyler killed his best friend and Remy didn't mean to. You can't blame him. He's going to get his life taken away, and I'll never be able to see him. We're freaking married and he's going to be in jail. Oh my God. Not only that, but I'm going to have to date Pierre.

My parents won't let up about it. My mom may be crying her eyes out because of Tyler, but my dad is too worried about this merger. Because of my idiotic cousin, the Prices are probably going to close a deal with the Montagues, in memory of Marcus...and because, you know, a Capulet shot him. Now the only possible way we'd be able to win that deal is to get Pierre on our side--Mr. Price kind of dotes on his son and Pierre...Pierre's interested. It wouldn't take much to get him to ask me out, but Remy. I have to though. I'll explain it to Remy, once I can find him. I have to date Pierre. My dad won't take no for an answer and he's even threatened to throw me out on the streets. He's serious, too. He may have been drunk when he said it (he gets that way at times), but he'd make my life a living hell until I'd run away on my own accord. So I have to do it. I have to. We're having dinner on Thursday. Oh God. 

I know this entire thing sounds bad, especially with the recent deaths, but my family isn't big on family.

Monday, July 28, 2014

It's a Curse

I'm in shock right now. Utter shock.
I was sort of happy about being married to Remy, I'll admit. We've talked about it and instead of getting it annulled, we're going to stay married. We were happy about it too, for the short time that we could be.

I have (had) this insane cousin called Tyler. He's had a few anger management issues in the past. We sent him to a school in Manhattan to stay out of trouble and he went to some therapy--learned krav maga and fencing as some kind of coping method while he was over there. He's...involved in the family business and undoubtedly loyal. Loyal to the point where he absolutely hates any Montague he sees, on sight. He flew down to visit the main family for the summer and...I guess he saw me with Remy or something because when he next saw Remy, he drew a gun. 

And Marcus was with him. I'm not quite sure what happened, but Marcus started talking crap and Tyler started waving the gun around, then Remy jumped between them and then...Tyler shot Marcus. He was trying to shoot Remy, but missed and shot Marcus in his abdomen. It didn't go in deep, just a flesh wound really, but he bled out and...apparently he blamed Remy for it. Oh my God Remy. He had to watch his best friend die and then blame him for it. 

That's not all of it though. Because when Remy found out Marcus died, he got in a rage and shoved Tyler who hit his head and...died. Benjamin, Remy's cousin was with them and told the cops and everyone what happened and now they're searching for Remy.  I never really loved Tyler, but he was family and Remy...killed him. 

But he didn't mean to do it--he wanted to hurt the man who killed his best friend, and who could blame him? Oh God, Remy. They're going to send him to jail for life. We haven't even been married a full day, not really, and he's...oh my God. Oh my God Remy. 

He's going to be fine. It'll be okay. It's all going to be okay. Oh God. Fate and fortune be with us. Maybe it's time to pull out the rabbit foot and horseshoe. 

Friday, July 25, 2014

I'm Going to Die

Apparently I made a post last night, so you guys actually knew before me.
I freaking got married.
We'd joked about it earlier last night and after that...things are kind of a blur. I may or may not have been inebriated.
I woke up today with absolutely no clue why I was in a white dress or why I had a ring on my finger until I looked at this blog. Holy crap I'm going to die. When my parents find out, they're going to stone cold murder me.

Here's what I remember happening:

  • Jokingly talking about marriage
  • Drinking a few shots
  • Nothing
Nancy was apparently there though, and has no recollection of it whatsoever. We found a (giggly, loud, and really weird) video on her phone of Remy and me getting married though. In Las Vegas. 
Remy's 18 so he was legal. I'm...16 though. I don't know how we got marriage papers signed since I'm underage. Even Las Vegas has restrictions against that. I don't even know how I could get married. Oh my God Oh my God I'm freaking married now. 

Not freaking out. 

I'm cool. 

I'm cool. 

Oh God. 

EDIT: I know how I got married. Brian Lawrence, Remy's father figure (and a cop that...helps both of our families) Apparently also a forger. He forged documents proving he was my legal guardian (and really quickly too. I'm sort of impressed.) Apparently he'd thought we were serious about getting married. I'm sort of happy I'm married now though, although it's still awfully ridiculous. Remy doesn't seem to really have a problem with it either. Who knows, maybe this was a good thing. As long as my parents don't find out, I should be fine. 

Thursday, July 24, 2014