Always Be Forever

Chapter 34: Michael

2087, BCE, October 29

"Julia? What is that noise?"

I asked her from my bedroom. There was a rather unpleasant sound of banging on a door, and I wasn't quite sure if Julia knew something about it. "I don't know what it is, but it sure doesn't sound right," Julia had told me, walking into my bedroom. I was lying on my bed without a shirt on while looking at my phone. I had a picture of Cashmere in the background, and I just couldn't stop staring. Cashmere was the best fucker in town, and I just wanted her pussy so badly. "I know you miss her," Julia had commented when she saw that I was looking at my phone. I know Cashmere has been through a lot, but I want to be the one that Cashmere goes to for help. "Well, what's the noise coming from?" I had asked Julia when I had heard another banging on a door. "I don't know," she had let out, crossing her arms and leaning against my door. My bedroom was right behind the kitchen, and Julia's bedroom was right behind the dining room. "Always making me the one to check it out," I had muttered out-loud, as I had got up from my bed, had put on a shirt, and headed out to the front door, where the knocking was taking place. "Just give me a second!" I had let out when there was another banging at the door. We had just got the door fixed yesterday from when Lily had ripped the door from its hinges, so it's still in rough shape. That was when I noticed a piece of wood bent out in the middle of the door, and one end of a crowbar that was taking down the door showed up out of nowhere. "What the hell?" I had asked as I had opened the door, seeing people trying to take down my door with crowbars. Julia and I had stared at these people. I didn't recognize them, but one of them looked around my age, and the other two, a female and a male, were much older.

"Jack," I had heard Julia let out from beside me, before Jack had grabbed onto her, and forced her back to her bedroom as the older people grabbed onto me. "What's going on?" I had asked, confused as to what was going on here. "I didn't do anything wrong," I had let out as the other people tried to get me out of the apartment. I kept on looking back at where Julia was. I wanted Julia safe. Looking back at the room, I focused on my strength that I remembered I couldn't control the other day, and I was able to break free from the arms that were holding me back. Running to Julia's room, I noticed this Jack person on top of Julia, and fucking her from behind. Grabbing onto him, I pulled him off of Julia, and then punched him in the nose, not realizing that I sent him towards the wall when I pushed him off. "Michael," Julia had let out before I went to her. "I'll get you out of here," I had told her, going up to her and about to take her off the bed. That was then when I had felt the older people grab onto me again, and I had seen Jack grab a paper bag and had put it on my head. Great, now I know what it felt like to be Julia when I kidnapped her. The only thing I had felt was the hands of the people over my body as they had taken me down to the main floor of the apartment building, and then outside to the cold. I didn't know what they were doing, I didn't even want to know, but they were putting me in the back of a vehicle, and had driven off. The last thing I had heard before driving off was Julia's voice crying out from the window in my bedroom, "Michael!" "Where are you taking me?" I had asked them. "Jack, silence him," I had heard the female say, and Jack had grabbed something sharp and stabbed my side. I felt the pain, it was like a long, hard, painful pinch, but I didn't feel any blood drip from where he stabbed me. "I don't understand, what's going on?" Jack had asked the female, showing the knife that had blood on it, but there was no blood coming out of me.

"I'll have to ask my brother, he'll know something," the female had let out, reminding me of when Julia had told me that I was related to Jack. "Aunt Jennifer," I had let out, when I finally realized that this was Jennifer, Liam, and Jack, my relatives. "What the hell do you want Michael?" Jennifer had asked rather harshly from the front seat. I should've known it was them that were after me. "What the hell do you want with me?" I had asked her, with the same tone in my voice, yet she wasn't answering me. Instead, Jack stabbed me again in the side where I had already healed. "Jack stop! You're making it worse!" I had heard Jennifer yell at Jack as he pulled the knife out of me again, as I had felt the sharp pain of the knife, but this time it wasn't so bad. "How is it making it worse?" I had heard Jack yell at Jennifer, angry with her for not letting him stab me again. "You keep stabbing him, he's going to turn!" Jennifer had yelled out at Jack, and the entire car fell silent. Wait, I don't understand. If he continues stabbing me, I'm going to turn? Turn into what exactly? That was the question that was burning my mind. For the next minute no one had said anything, not a peep. I didn't even feel any sharp pains from the knife. It must've been put away. "Who wants to sing road trip songs?" I had asked, trying to break the silence that was lingering around us for too long. Instead of there being an answer, I had heard Jennifer tell Jack, "Jack you can stab him." That's not what I was going for, please don't stab me, wait, I'm not saying this out loud. "Please don't," I had tried letting out, but I was too late. Jack had already pierced me with the knife again, and it was inside of me already.