Always Be Forever

Chapter 27: Julia

2087, BCE, October 20

"Get your hands off of me!"

I had yelled out at whom had taken me from the funeral. I couldn't tell who it was due to the fact that they had put a bag over my head with my hands tied behind my back. "Be quiet," I heard the person say. Okay, the person is male. I can tell because of the voice. A few seconds later, I didn't feel the person's hands on my body, but instead I was sitting in the back of a car and I felt the movement of the car as the person was driving. "Where are you taking me?" I had asked the person, yet there was no reply. "Answer me, or I'm kicking down the door," I had threatened, even though I don't know how to kick down a car door. I even have a hard time opening the sliding doors in cars, but I am getting better. "I'm not answering your question. Plus I don't believe you'd be able to kick down the door," the person tells me. Dang it, this person knows who I am. Probably knows me a little too well. "Wait, what is my name?" I had asked the person. "Julia Miranda Kyle '' the person had told. "How do you know my name?" I had asked the person. "Stop with the questions. Soon you will be answering instead of asking," the person had told. Okay, this person has now talked for a little while so that I'll be able to recognize the voice. Plus I kind of recognize the voice a little bit. "Michael Cantoon?" I had asked, thinking it was him. "How did you figure out it was me?" He had asked when the car had stopped at a red light. "I recognized the voice," I had told him before he had hit the seat beside him in anger. "Now tell me where you're taking me," I had ordered him. "I am not telling you anything until we get to where we need to be," Michael had told me once the car had started moving again. "Plus we're almost there," he had commented while pulling up in front of an apartment building. He got out of the car, opened my door and grabbed onto me. He then walked me in and took me up to his apartment after locking the car closed.

Taking me in, he walked me towards a room near the back of the apartment where he had undone the rope on my hands, but then tied me to a chair and took the bag off of my head as someone had turned on the lights. There was a low light dangling just above me as Michael had stepped in front of me. "What do you want from me?" I had asked him, getting the words out in one go. "Let me go!" I had let out before he snapped his fingers and people walked out from behind the shadows of the room, revealing them to be Amy, Chris, and Steven. "What's going on?" I had asked, my voice starting to crack. "We need to know the truth," Amy had started. "Why does your mom suspect us?" Chris had asked. "What are you talking about?" I had asked. Andrea wasn't suspecting them. "You know damn well what we're talking about!" Steven had yelled in my face before he backed off. "Where are Jason and Snow?" He had quietly asked Amy. "They're at the hospital. They couldn't make it," Amy had told him. "I don't know what you're talking about!" I yelled out at them. "I'm only going to ask you once, so you better answer," Michael had started, walking towards me. "Who does your mom think killed Tiffany?" Michael had asked me. I should've known that I was going to be asked this question. "My mom thinks it's Cashmere. Yet I know it was Jack. I've tried telling her but she won't listen. She's fallen under his spell," I had told them. "What did Jack tell you and your mom?" Amy had asked. "He had told her that he had witnessed Cashmere and Tiffany fighting and that she had threatened to kill her if she didn't listen," I had finally told them.

"We need names," Chris had told me. "I'll do a history check to see if Jack is related to anyone who could've done something like this before," Chris had finished. "Mother?" Chris had asked after she brought out a pad of paper and a pen. "Jennifer Strapple," I answered, and she wrote it down. "Father?" She had asked. "Liam Strapple," I answered, and she wrote it down. "Any siblings?" She had asked me. I don't remember meeting any siblings. "Not that I know of," I had told her. I couldn't quite remember if they mentioned anything. "Do you know any cousins?" She had asked. "I don't know any," I lied to her. I knew of two cousins: Jacquelyn and Michael. But I didn't say anything because I didn't want to out Michael to the others just yet. I don't even plan on outing him to anyone at all. Well, unless it's necessary, but that's not me. "You cannot tell anyone about this," Steven had told me before he walked out of the room. "Especially our parents," Amy had told before she walked out of the room with Chris, and Michael stayed back. Pulling up a chair after untying the rope that kept me where I was, he let out, "I know you were lying when Chris asked about any cousins," Michael had started. "You know?" I had asked him, wondering if he already knew that he was related to Jacquelyn and Jack. "I know he has a cousin, Jacquelyn," Michael had told me. "You know her last name right?" I had asked him. "No I don't, and I don't want to know," he had let out.