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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.