Always Be Forever

Chapter 35: Jason, Alex, Chris

2087, BCE, October 31

(Jason)

"Who do you think it could be from?"

Snow had asked, pacing back and forth in front of me. Leandro was in the other room, sound asleep, and I didn't want him to be awoken. "Just calm down," I had told her, standing up and grabbing her arms, pulling them to the side. We were in my bedroom, where I had got Snow pregnant, and she was pacing back and forth in front of the bed. "Everything will be okay," I had told her, comforting her with a hug. We had got this note, an anonymous note, saying that someone will be coming after us. To be honest, I'm scared as fuck, yet I'm trying not to show it. I don't want to be killed, or have Leandro killed. He's my son, and I will protect him until the day I die. I'm sure that Snow would feel the same. "I'm scared," Snow had let out, with my shirt muffling her voice. "I know. I'm scared too," I had told her, running my hand in her hair. "Leandro is in the other room, right?" Snow had asked me, leaning back, but leaving her hands in mine. "He should be," I had commented before opening the bedroom door. My bedroom was in the left corner of the second level, but right corner as I left the room. Leandro's room was right beside ours. When Snow was pregnant with him, we had to get an add-on. There was some renovation, but it was worth it. In the time being of the renovation, Snow and I were sleeping in the room in the basement, the same room where Lily had caught us talking. Running in there, I notice the bed sheets ruffled up, but no trace of Leandro. Looking over at Snow, we both shared a state of panic on our faces, and we ran down the stairs to the kitchen as fast as our legs could carry us. "Leandro?" I had asked out loud, looking for him. "Relax, he's with me," I had heard Erin tell me, poking her head out from behind the corner of the fridge.

There is an island that separates Snow and I from Erin. The island is on an angle, and on the right end of the island, the fridge is there. Just past the island is the stove where we have our microwave above it. Close to the fireplace, there is a seating area that sits eight people. Behind the table, there is a sliding door that leads out to our balcony. "What's going on?" Erin had asked, reminding Snow and I about the note. "It's nothing for your concern," I had told her before I grabbed Snow and we headed back up to my room. "Why did you do that?" Snow had asked once I had closed the bedroom doors. An idea had just popped into my head. "I have an idea," I had told her. "What is it?" She had asked, standing against the doors. "Do you remember when Hector and Ellie had came over along with Jasmine, James, Chris, and Amy?" I had asked, remembering her. "Yeah I do," she had told me, sitting down on the bed. "What about it?" She had asked, focusing her attention on the door. "Don't you think we should find out who actually did it?" I had asked her. I wanted to meet up with everyone else and discuss it. Instead of answering, she just kept quiet. "You didn't have to cover for me. I feel like a fool," Snow had let out, tears falling. Okay, I admit it. We had something to do with Tiffany's death, but we aren't the ones who killed her. Back in June, we were with Tiffany two days after she went missing. But that was because we were the ones that had driven her out. She threatened to tell the entire student body about Leandro and we didn't want that. After dropping off Leandro with Snow's parents, we had driven Tiffany to the nearest river, where we were going to drown her, but we never did.

Snow had kidnapped Tiffany, and we drove her down to the river. It was dark out, so it was hard to see where we were exactly. Before we had pushed Tiffany into the river, there was a gunshot, and Tiffany was shot. She had gone backwards, and some of her blood had gone onto Snow's dress, causing the stain to appear. Snow had laid Tiffany down on the ground, and we had left her there. The next week her body was found in the river, so I don't know who had put her there. Someone must've put her body there, and someone had shot her. I really wanted to know who did it, but there was no one that came out. I remember talking about it with Chris the other day, and she had mentioned that some guy named Michael could've done it. To be honest, I think he's the culprit. Someone should lock him up already. Who knows if he's actually killed someone? "What are we going to do?" Snow had asked me, tears streaming down her face as I had sat in front of her. Not knowing what to say, I say the first thing that comes to my mind. "I want cheese." Watching Snow's face go from streaming wet tears, it turned into rosy red blushing, while falling onto her back on my bed, laughing. "You know just what to say at the right time," Snow had let out as I had climbed on top of her and kissed her neck. Putting myself onto Snow's right side, I lie on my back. "We need to tell someone the truth," I had let out as Snow had sat up and faced the door again. "You know I don't want that," she had commented, as I had run my hand against her back.